The scorching flames gradually calmed down, and the small room fell back into darkness.
The whispering murmurs also dissipated from his mind.
But Lu Yuan's mood was far from calm; his heart raced, almost pounding out of his throat.
He racked his brain thinking, "At the end of the era, could these things be common, countless in number? Parasites? Viruses? A biochemical crisis? Or something else? What happens if people consume them?"
"Gaining more powerful abilities? Eternal life?"
Clearly, the Golden Bronze Civilization did want to convey these messages.
Gradually, a series of questions stirred in his mind.
"But if there really are many of these strange creatures, why are there no historical traces left behind?"
"I've been on the Pangu Continent for three hundred years and theoretically should have easily found such information... but only now am I encountering these things."
