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Chen Guan completely ignored the rapidly scrolling barrage of comments on his retina. His mind was filled with countless fragmented images and noisy sounds, a chaotic mess of information intertwined into a cacophony of chaos.

He felt as if he were standing beneath a sky ablaze with fire, watching as many kings with similar faces led thousands of their subjects to kneel and pray with the utmost devotion to the majestic figure above the clouds.

The grand scene before us underwent a dramatic transformation in the next second.

The whispered prayers turned into scathing roars, and the faces that were once filled with piety were now twisted with deep-seated hatred.

He clearly saw the last king, his face resolute, raising the golden scepter symbolizing royal power, pointing straight at the god who had protected them for so many years.

The subsequent scenes did not depict any actual fighting; what remained was a profound sense of humiliation at being deceived, as well as overwhelming rage and endless sorrow arising from being utterly betrayed.

"betray."

Chen Guan managed to squeeze out those two words with difficulty.

"betray?"

Su Yuehe keenly grasped this sudden keyword. A glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes as she leaned forward and asked loudly.

"Chen Guan, can you hear us? What did you sense? Was it betrayal?"

"Who betrayed whom?"

An Changqing followed up with this core question, his fingers tightening around his sword, constantly on guard against any threat that might emerge from the surrounding darkness.

Chen Guan slowly raised his heavy head, his eyes surging with intense emotions that no one had ever seen before.

He completely ignored the concerned gazes of his teammates, his eyes lingering on the face of the god on the stone wall, covered with countless scratches.

The stone wall area, which was originally covered with marks of damage from sharp weapons, lost its messy carvings in Chen Guan's eyes, reflecting a figure with distinct outlines but whose face was difficult to discern.

"Who betrayed whom?"

An Changqing repeated it again, his voice trembling slightly. He noticed that Chen Guan's eyes were filled with a sorrow that transcended ordinary pain, a grief that had been passed down through the ages.

Chen Guan slowly shifted his gaze from the cold stone wall. He didn't look at An Changqing or any of his companions; his gaze pierced through everyone present and landed in the boundless darkness deep within the passage.

"They gave everything."

His lips moved slightly, and the sound he made was a long sigh squeezed from deep in his chest, revealing an indescribable weariness.

"Then he took everything back himself."

These seemingly casual words immediately stirred up a storm in everyone's minds, plunging those present into shock at this contradictory statement.

"Give everything and take everything back?"

"What does this mean?"

Hongyuan, carrying the axe, frowned deeply. She couldn't understand this contradictory statement at all, and the confusion on her face grew deeper.

"Isn't this unnecessary?"

"Shut up."

Yin Chen reprimanded Hong Yuan in a low voice. His expression was more serious than ever before. He carefully considered Chen Guan's words, and the look of inquiry in his eyes grew stronger.

"This statement itself contains two completely different stances."

"Offering is the gesture of a believer; taking it back is the act of a traitor."

"Which one did you just experience?"

Yin Chen's question hit the nail on the head, and Yin Chen's mind was still very sharp; he quickly analyzed the situation.

Assuming Chen Guan was a descendant of that king, the emotions he resonated with should have been the king's resoluteness and anger in leading his people in rebellion, that is, taking back all the positions.

However, what Chen Guan exuded was the immense sorrow of being abandoned and betrayed, more akin to that of the core person who offered everything only to be ruthlessly betrayed.

Su Yuehe also thought of this.

"No, this doesn't feel right at all."

She murmured softly and turned to look at her companion beside her.

"An Changqing, do you still remember him?"

"The king in the mural leads the people to destroy the gods; that was a deliberate act."

"If Chen Guan's bloodline comes from the king, he should be feeling either the pleasure of revenge or the weight of responsibility at this moment."

"But his current state is completely detached from these emotions."

She turned to look at the coffin. There was no longer any anger or hatred in its eyes, only a silent ocean and endless sorrow.

"The emotions you feel do not belong to a king."

Su Yuehe's trembling voice was filled with undisguised horror as a wildly absurd conjecture began to grow in her mind.

Chen Guan finally spoke again. He slowly raised his hand, reaching over the support point on the wall, and extended it directly towards the face of the god that had been slashed beyond recognition.

His fingertips hovered in mid-air, only an inch away from the cold stone wall, yet an insurmountable distance of time and space lay between them.

"king."

He uttered the name softly.

"He made the choice, for them."

These words immediately pierced through all of Su Yuehe's thoughts, allowing the chaotic clues in her mind to instantly piece together the complete truth.

Wang made his choice.

For the sake of the people under his command.

The fragmented clues that were scattered in everyone's minds were forcibly pieced together and reassembled at this moment, ultimately pointing to a conclusion that shocked them yet was completely logical.

"To protect his people?"

"So, the king of the Black Wind Civilization chose to lead everyone in betraying the god they once worshipped for the sake of his people?"

Su Yuehe quickly drew a conclusion from just a few words.

This inference completely overturned the boundaries of common sense, to the point that An Changqing stood there for a long time, unable to find the right words to respond.

He tightened his grip on the sword hilt and then slowly loosened it.

"Betrayal of God?"

Hong Yuan hoisted the heavy giant axe back onto her shoulder, her eyebrows furrowed in disbelief.

"How is that even possible?"

"That's a high and mighty god, not some bandit leader who rules the mountains."

"How could mortals possibly defy the gods, and even scrape the images on the stone wall beyond recognition? Aren't they afraid of divine retribution?"

The question she posed was quite direct, yet it precisely addressed the lingering confusion in the minds of most people present.

In the cognitive system of ancient civilizations, gods were the supreme and inviolable embodiment of rules.

Even the slightest disrespect shown to it by ordinary people is an unforgivable sin, let alone plotting a destructive war.

Even in modern times, this is still the case. If a statue of a god is destroyed, most gods and demons, except for capricious beings like Baal, will automatically bring down divine punishment.

"Gods are not always omniscient and omnipotent."

Yin Chen's calm voice rang out at the right moment. He casually put away the staff engraved with runes, but the ice-blue magic shield around him still emitted a soft halo.