He actually already had a logical hypothesis.
Levi's companion, a Mechanical Thought Body, must have helped Levi accomplish many things, and was likely the most reliable aide to this founding Emperor.
After Levi's death, this Mechanical Thought Body was somehow left to his descendants, safeguarding the civilization of the Empire.
Tens of thousands of years passed. For humans who could produce a generation in just twenty years, this span of time was too long, long enough to seem illusory. But for a Mechanical Thought Body, as long as the carrier remained stable, it was merely a few long naps.
Then, this reliable aide of the founding Emperor became the goddess worshipped by later generations of the Empire.
Was it really like this?
Yang Ming's intuition told him that things weren't this simple.
"Boss, I'm back."
Lyu's voice sounded from the corner.
Yang Ming closed the book woven from metallic fibers and looked at her with concern.
