Chapter 1932: Chapter 1926 Epoch

On the long shelves, there are bones, the scene eerie yet sacred.

Lu Ping’an wandered among them, yet could not feel a single soul… the long passage of time had washed away all but the sediment of knowledge.

What record is more elusive than the memory of human beings?

What collection is more hidden than the bones of the dead?

What secret is worth burying with countless lives…

“After bearing the poison of knowledge, we are destined never to enter reincarnation. Our souls should fragment and return to the earth, yet some things are destined never to dissolve….”

Normal treatment of the dead in the Earth Realm is something these Tomb Guardians are destined never to enjoy. Even if they are not rejected by the world, their souls, having suffered severe damage, cannot reincarnate into the Underworld intact to begin a new cycle.

And even if they could reincarnate…considering the more primitive social structure in the Underworld compared to above, it’s obvious they couldn’t bring knowledge down with them.

“These bones are the graves we are meant to guard….”

The nameless old Gravekeeper blandly narrated his duties.

The number of Tomb Guardians is not large, and they often die young, requiring regular replenishment….in some sense, this is also a kind of murder.

Yet some things have been passed down this way.

The bones beneath the “Great Graveyard” that cover this world and that the earth cannot digest are the real legacy of this world.

“The graveyard is actually our true library… I also don’t know how many Great Graveyards there are in this area, many of the stored things overlap and don’t form a system, but this doesn’t affect our ability to pass them down.”

Every “book” may be incomplete, as the knowledge recorded could only be a small part of what was once known in life.

But such Great Graveyards are probably scattered all over the world… they each have stored vast amounts of memory and knowledge, and destroying most of it would not entirely sever the transmission.

Though they are mere fragments, if there are enough “books,” ultimately a “truth” can be pieced together.

“May I take a look at the contents of these….”

Though somewhat profane, Lu Ping’an was indeed curious about what exactly this world had passed down.

Would merely civilization and history incite hostility across the entire world?

“Please, if it is possible, please take them away…..”

There was a hint of expectation in the old man’s tone; he didn’t know what meaning remained in carrying on the tradition… but if the world indeed perished and these things were passed down, then at least the lives of those like himself would still hold value.

Simultaneously, he even handed Lu Ping’an a silver umbrella.

When opened, it revealed slices of bone.

Lu Ping’an closed his eyes, touching it, yet trying to “read” it.

And this was the general outline.

Just one glance, and Lu Ping’an was dumbfounded.

“How could it be like this…”

The foundation of a civilization, or rather a world, is always history.

The “general outline” not only provided a correspondence between “ancient languages” and “modern speech,” but for Lu Ping’an, a high-tier scholar, it also served as a direct translator, more importantly, it revealed the true history of this world before it was forced to become like this.

“The ancestors were really prosperous.”

What appeared in Lu Ping’an’s hands was not the history of the “Beastmen.”

In fact, this world had gone through several epochs.

At first, it was the world of the Dragon Clan, ruled by the Ancient Dragon King.

Afterward, it was the world of the Giants, who drove away the dragons.

Then came the world of the Hybrid Dragon descendants, weakened hybrids of dragons and other races (mainly giants), yet they successfully drove away the giants.

Later, it became the world of the Beasts, powerful and dominant Magical Beasts, Divine Beasts occupied the world.

But like the giants, they were also driven away by their descendants…. the birth of half-blood Beastmen meant that the “Beasts” were also doomed to ending.

“Now, I finally understand why the ancient Beastmen acted the way they did…”

In this world, not just the Beastman Clan but also intelligent races continually evolved, with newcomers constantly driving away their predecessors, continually changing the ruling race.

Previously, Lu Ping’an didn’t understand why the “ancient Beastmen” closed themselves off and refused evolution….perhaps they had seen through everything, hoping that their ethnic group would forever remain the world’s dominator.

Now, this intricately designed world must certainly have had the interference of intelligent creatures, and if not wrong, it should be those ancient ones in the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods…or rather, Beastman Ancient Gods, was this their choice? Letting their descendants continue in such ignorance.

Lu Ping’an shook his head; the data was still too scarce to make a judgment.

According to the era of this generational replacement, evolution halting at this point is indeed a fact.

Perhaps, so-called “Beastmen” are not merely hybrids of beasts and “humans,” but also continuations and genetic hybrids of life forms from previous epochs, explaining why their racial potential is so high…..

“Some among us hold the knowledge from the previous epochs….”

This time, Lu Ping’an truly understood.

No matter if it’s the cultural creations unique to a race, like art, music, or the extraordinary powers fleeting in memory, they are extremely valuable.

Even merely past forms of existence, those gene modules of extraordinary races, are greatly favored by life system scholars like Lu Ping’an.

However, the older the thing, the less likely it is to be passed down.

Like a tucked-away Little Huang book in the grand library, getting ahold of it takes considerable luck.

And looking at this little old man, Lu Ping’an suddenly realized.

He, along with others, hoped Lu Ping’an’s Ark could carry everything away.

“How many Great Graveyards are there?”

“I don’t know…no one knows. It’s very possible that most of the Tomb Guardians in a certain area have died, and they would try to bury themselves as much as possible together, even underground, trying hard not to be discovered.”

“The source of knowledge should be more than mere inheritance, right?”

“Yes, the most valuable part actually comes from the ancestors themselves recording it, they were the experiencers, the victims.”

The Tomb Guardians likely have always existed, but they caused no influence, only quietly recorded everything.

Does it hold meaning? Perhaps they were previously expecting the rise of a newborn race, in a different world, removing these rules that obstruct civilization, using past “treasures” to rebuild a new world.

But even until the World Apocalypse, that day hasn’t arrived.

“I will try to take as many as possible…”

After briefly perusing, Lu Ping’an confirmed its “value,” a treasure that is simply impossible to refuse.

“Dragon Language Skill, giant martial arts, Beast Talent…indeed, each has its own mastery.”