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An Changqing asked curiously, "What exactly is the price?"

San Tai shook his head: "There were no details, only one word: everything."

"A bunch of lunatics." Long Ao spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"Sacrificing oneself to save the world? What kind of bullshit logic is that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his shoulder twitched uncontrollably.

A chill crept up my spine, raising goosebumps.

An organization suddenly flashed through his mind.

An organization that believes in the absurd idea of ​​preserving the world through extreme means.

The origin group.

This prayer, carved countless years ago, is a contract that exudes madness.

The underlying logic of its actions is exactly the same as that of this broken organization.

San Tai looked at Long Ao's pale face and smiled.

"It seems you've figured it out." She dusted off the corner of her clothes, her expression meaningful: "History, doesn't it always just go around in circles?"

[The blind student discovered the key point.]

[Hilarious! Are those three trucks about to explode? Turning against us in front of all the righteous young people!]

Wait a minute, Coffin Bro is also from the Guiyuan Group, isn't he panicking now?

An Changqing stepped forward, his feet treading on the intricate stone carvings.

He suddenly remembered some stories his father had mentioned from a hundred years ago.

Add to that the suggestive words from the three-stage group, and that seemingly deliberate name.

"You know a lot." An Changqing looked directly into Santai's eyes: "From your understanding of ancient architecture to your ease with ancient runes, now you can even see through the contract of this lost civilization at a glance."

He paused.

"Who exactly are you?"

San Tai didn't answer immediately. She stood up, dusted off the dirt on her knees, and observed the expression on the person in front of her.

That's interesting; it seems like they're asking with an answer in mind.

Finally, he's become intelligent?

What do you think?

The three teams passed the ball back to the table.

"The Return to Origin Group".

An Changqing gave his answer.

"Only those madmen who believe in apocalyptic salvation and have been active since ancient times until a hundred years ago would do such a thing."

"Are you from the Guiyuan Group?"

An Changqing pressed on, his gaze fixed on Santai's face.

The three of them had no intention of defending themselves; instead, they burst out laughing.

The laughter echoed in the closed stone chamber, carrying an indescribable contempt and a hint of cunning.

"That's right."

She spread her hands and said frankly, "I am a member of the Guiyuan Group."

The moment the words left his mouth, the atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point.

The fireball in Long Ao's palm shot up uncontrollably, its leaping flames illuminating An Changqing's solemn profile.

"Is that the organization that's been buried in the river of time, and hasn't made a public appearance for a century?"

San Tai's smile remained unchanged: "Exactly."

An Changqing continued her words, his tone revealing apprehension.

"Legend has it that during the turmoil a hundred years ago, the Guiyuan Group attempted to stop the so-called alien beast catastrophe by destroying a small country, but was later suppressed by the entire supernatural world and disappeared without a trace."

He rubbed his knuckles together on the hilt of his sword, making a sound: "My father told me they were a bunch of incomprehensible madmen."

"A ghost that will stop at nothing to achieve its goals, even at the cost of human survival, has been unseen for a century, and I've actually run into it here today."

After listening to this long speech, Santai wasn't angry at all; instead, she clapped her hands in a very polite manner.

The crisp applause sounded particularly jarring.

"The son of the president of the Superpower Association is just different."

San Tai took a step forward.

"He can even recite this kind of cheap, distorted literature from street vendors so fluently."

A familiar, playful smile played on her lips: "Sacrificing a small country—who knows if it's true or not?"

Long Ao couldn't hold back any longer; the firelight illuminated his flushed face.

"You bunch of bastards who treat human life like dirt, don't try to put on such a high-sounding facade."

"What's the rush?"

San Tai waved his hand dismissively.

"Short guy, too much heat in your body can lead to an early death. The justice and evil you talk about are just different perspectives."

San Tai pointed to the stone carvings at his feet.

"Like those who wrote this prayer, who were willing to sacrifice everything to leave a spark of civilization, you may think they were crazy, but in their own eyes they were martyrs."

An Changqing would never be swayed by her fallacies.

"Martyrdom cannot be based on coercion. Were those innocent people you sacrificed willingly?"

An Changqing's voice turned cold.

"You forcibly took their lives for the sake of some vague notion of salvation, which is no different from the strange beasts you claim to be fighting."

After hearing this, San Tai's smile gradually faded.

"The difference is that we are aware of the sins we are committing, while those who only enjoy praise in the safe zone will never know how many ashes they are stepping on."

She extended two fingers and made a pinching motion in the air.

"But don't worry, we don't use that kind of brutal method anymore. Killing the goose that lays the golden eggs is enough once. The Guiyuan Group will also keep up with the times."

"We have found true hope."

Chen Guan watched them argue, feeling a headache coming on.

San Tai is really bold. She dares to blatantly reveal her identity when she goes to someone else's territory. If those big shots outside were to dig a tunnel and rush in now, she would have a hard time escaping.

But then I thought about it again, and realized that she was a genuine ninth-level cultivator.

If the third platform of the ninth rank wants to escape, even if the eleventh rank comes in person, they might not be able to stop it.

Moreover, judging from her performance just now, Santai is not a completely naive person; she is quite reliable when it comes to important matters.

Her teammates are an immortal, a bot, and a salary thief—all shrewd individuals. Could her current self-destruction have been orchestrated?

Forget it, Chen Guan stopped thinking about it; it wasn't something he should worry about anymore.

[The third sister exudes an overwhelming aura of dominance.]

[An Changqing's processor is about to burn out. Having received a traditional education since childhood, he's finally met a master of sophistry.]

[Coffin Brother was trembling in the corner.]

"So you think that as long as the goal is to save the world, no matter how despicable the means are, they can be forgiven."

On the other side, An Changqing regained his voice.

San Tai held up a finger and waved it in front of his eyes.

"No, I don't need to be forgiven."

"When alien beasts tear the sky apart, when all races treat humans like sheep to be kept in captivity, do you expect to persuade them with the laws of peace? We are just doing what someone has to do."

"Besides, humanity's enemies have never been those so-called alien beasts. Calling them alien beasts is just for your convenience in understanding."

San Tai turned around and looked again at the densely packed stone carvings.

"The so-called great Lord did not answer their prayers, or rather, the way He answered them was completely unexpected."

"They sacrificed everything for this, but there was no salvation, only destruction, the annihilation of the entire civilization."

Long Ao gasped, "You mean, they summoned a monster?"

"Who knows? It might summon a pile of mud, or it might summon some indescribable thing."

San Tai looked at the three of them, his smile deepening.

How could she possibly spoil the plot so early?