In this Divine Demon Night Banquet, Yudula felt a significant lift in her melancholy mood.

Exiting the Divine Demon Night Banquet.

Yudula walked before Grace's graveyard, staring at the gloomy sky shrouded in mist, "Grace, do you see? Everything you hoped for might be facing destruction...."

Beside her, a mechanical snail sipped the morning dew from the tombstone,

"I know, over the years you've held resentment against her, but we understand now, this decision, though cruel and heartless, was undeniably correct."

"Hongqi..." Yudula squinted her eyes.

Over the years, Hongqi kept creating mechanical avatars that spread across the entire Maya Earth Kingdom. No one knew the extent of his power anymore, or even if he was still a creature; this remains unknown...

"Is that so, perhaps you are right."

Yudula spoke earnestly, "I have always been in the Third Realm, and you won't allow me, the Primordial Ancestor, to break through, because a Fourth Realm cultivator implies irreversible accelerated death!"

One day, one year.

Even for the strongest Immortal Gods, it's estimated they're only around for two months, about sixty years.

After all, insects have short lifespans, only a few days, and breaking through to this extent, extending life by thousands or tens of thousands of times, is already quite exaggerated...

Yet a Mayan True God, in sonic speed time, can only live for two months... On Earth, this period equates to a mere summer break for most common life forms.

"This is the terror of the Dao Listener Civilization!"

Hongqi seriously said, "Living fleetingly! But... if not for one day equaling a year, living in bullet time, how could one be considered a True God?"

He paused, and the snail's tender white flesh rose, transforming into the human form of a tall, strong man,

"Even taking into account large human lifespans, their Third Realm Grandmaster can live over a hundred years in reality, and breaking into the Fourth Realm can indeed live for a thousand years, but in reality, can only live a thousand days..."

A thousand days, converted, merely three years.

An Ancestor Immortal God, walking at sound burst speed across the land, lonelily watches other beings move frame by motionless frame at a speed 360 times slower, making communication difficult.

The entire world appears as if one is utterly alone, living a thousand years in such a divine stream time, merely three in reality, how lonely is that?

Hence it's called the Dao Listener Realm.

Loneliness,

Solitude,

Pain,

Oppression,

Hongqi continued saying, "And an Ancestor Immortal God might reluctantly pass down Divine Blood due to extreme loneliness, allowing other Third Realm Grandmasters to break through, creating a multitude of Fourth Realm beings to alleviate personal solitude..."

"Thus, the Dao Listener Civilization was founded."

"But what happens in three years?"

"The first-generation Primordial God, age and fall, maybe some genius emerges to continue breakthroughs, maintaining Divine Blood.... Yet eventually it will be diluted, falling from the Fourth to the Third Realm."

"Meaning a Dao Listener Civilization practically exists only for a few years in reality! Our Maya Civilization is like this too...." Hongqi said earnestly.

Over the years, his terrifying computational ability has already clarified the logic of the Dao Listener Civilization.

Therefore, considering all the above, bloodline is exceedingly important.

Everyone forbids Yudula from entering the Fourth Realm, swiftly moving towards death.

Another race's ancestor — the initial Angel Empress, serves as an example.

The reproduction speed of the Dao Listener Civilization is too fast, while the Maya Calamity Civilization is even faster. After the fall of the first Angel Emperor, within mere two months, several thousand generations passed, leaving the angelic bloodline diluted to insignificance.

If not for the second Angel Emperor, Emperor Liana, propagating her second-generation bloodline... the Angel Race might have already been extinct!

And what of the second-generation Angel Emperor Liana?

She is also dying of old age.

The Angel Civilization faces true annihilation.

Hongqi seriously said, "According to such deduction, death occurs generation after generation, within a few thousand years at most, the Dao Listener Civilization will, due to various insurmountable factors, meet its end.... We will revert to insects, beasts."

Step.

Step step.

This mechanical snail, hands behind its back, treads upon the wet morning stone slab,

"After all, it's said we initially evolved from insects, in the earliest eras we needed to awaken, accumulate self-awareness to birth intelligence, a rather arduous process."

"If it's the Golden Behemoth, even if they regress, they can maintain the intelligence of ordinary giants, but we are different.... Regression, falling from the Fourth Realm, might truly...." Hongqi chuckled, "But with gain comes loss, they, due to such, reproduce too slowly to enter the Fourth Realm."

"Indeed."

Witch Ancestor Yudula remained silent, finally closing her eyes slightly.

"Do you really have to go?" Yudula sighed, feeling deeply powerless, "If you proceed thusly, what meaning does life hold for me?"

"Great Witch Ancestor Yudula! Your life itself holds the greatest meaning for Maya Civilization."

Hongqi paused, reverently bowing.

Yudula painfully closed her eyes.

Even she, constrained, knows Maya Civilization has been trapped in a predicament over the years.

Seemingly prosperous, increasingly thriving, continuously Fourth Realm divinities appear, True Gods number tens of thousands already, Fourth Realms imbued with Divine Blood counted in hundreds of millions.

This constitutes a tremendous living force, back in Grace's era even one ten thousandth of this was unreachable.

Yet as a Dao Listener Civilization, it's facing the aging twilight.

Even extending one's lifespan, akin to conservationists, only postpones destruction.

She's too familiar with these individuals...

Under this pressure, these two ruthless era overlords cannot calmly await death.

Very likely, as Grace did initially, a genuine war might erupt.

This outcome....

Despite her teacher's comfort, Yudula suddenly felt she was gasping for air again, unable to do anything herself.

"You choose to emulate Grace... to forge her path towards chosen demise."

Yudula said, "You two, weren't like this, won't go crazy facing death, taking billions of divinities along.... But over these years, that person's will has invisibly infected you."

"Who knows?"

Hongqi gazed at the tomb, looking at the angel statue with black feathered wings, "She calculated us thoroughly even posthumously, all of us in her blueprint walking through the remainder of our lives."

The site suddenly fell into silence.

Hongqi stayed silent, suddenly gazing at the sky.

In the distant misty sky, a massive white beam of light rose, shooting towards the clouds.

"It's begun... The horn of war..." Hongqi's eyes shone brightly, gazing towards the light, "The stage we've set, civilization will commence its final feast."

He gave a vehement shove.

Yudula was enveloped by a mass of snail shells, ringing through into a massive spherical mechanical ship, sinking into the ground, "You'll see everything that happens here, while we may perish, you cannot..."

"No!!!"

Yudula fell to her knees, bowing her head, striking the surroundings, forced to watch everything transpire, yet unable to act.

Perhaps only relying on her teacher.... those from tens of thousands of years in the future, what will Maya Civilization's humanity be like then?

Can they... truly become the beacon of hope?

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