I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

Above the Death Star, Zi Bai emerged from the spatial passage and stepped onto the entirely purple starship.

The ship's cabin door slid open silently.

She entered the cabin, trying to make her steps appear unhurried.

"Zi Bai, all done?" The silver-clad youth looked up, his tone tinged with impatience.

They've waited long enough; the young lady's training course is about to end, and no one can afford to be late getting back.

Zi Bai smiled slightly and nodded: "That's fine."

"Then let's go back quickly." The silver-clad youth turned and walked towards the control panel, his fingers rapidly swiping across the screen.

The purple starship trembled slightly and silently sailed into space.

Through the porthole, the Death Star rapidly shrank, eventually becoming a dim point of light.

Zi Bai sat down as if nothing had happened.

"Zi Bai, why does your complexion look a little off?" The girl in the blue dress tilted her head and looked at her, her gaze lingering on her face for a few seconds.

Zi Bai subconsciously touched her cheek.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to remain calm and replied, "It's uncomfortable to stay in purgatory for too long."

The girl in the blue dress nodded thoughtfully, without asking any further questions.

Zi Bai secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, night falls in Jiangnan City.

On the city wall, Liu Zhiqiang stood alone.

A group of figures sped towards them from the horizon.

Liu Zhiqiang's pupils suddenly contracted.

He recognized the person at the very front of the crowd—Dewey.

The battle was still raging in the capital, and the beast tide was overwhelming, yet these people were able to get here.

Either they are strong enough, or the alliance has more trump cards than anyone imagined.

Liu Zhiqiang took a deep breath and went to meet him.

"Wang Wei instructed me to wait for you all."

Dewey and the group of men in black stopped in their tracks.

He glanced at Liu Zhiqiang, nodded slightly, and didn't exchange any further pleasantries.

"please."

Liu Zhiqiang didn't ask any more questions and turned to fly towards Jinxiu Tiancheng residential area.

Behind him, Dewey and a group of men in black followed silently.

The living room of Building 1, Jinxiu Tiancheng.

Wang Wei slowly stood up from the sofa.

"They're here."

Li An stood behind him and walked towards the door upon hearing this.

The moment the door opened, Dewey arrived just in time.

Their eyes met. Dewey looked at Li An, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes.

The league has been investigating the girl's abilities, but no conclusion has been reached yet.

Li An stepped aside and retreated behind the door.

Dewey withdrew his gaze and stepped into the living room.

The two locked eyes.

Silence, like an invisible wall, stood between them.

After a moment, Dewey spoke, his voice hoarse: "I never imagined our reunion would be like this..."

He had invited Wang Wei to join the league more than once, but was rejected each time.

That young man who once lived in a remote corner has now grown to the point where even the league has to look up to him.

"What do you mean?" Wang Wei asked knowingly. "Isn't it great?"

"Good?" Dewey shook his head bitterly. "Do you know how many people died worldwide today?"

Wang Wei waved his hand dismissively: "I'm not curious, and I don't want to know."

Dewey's face froze.

A moment of silence.

"Why won't you intervene?" He looked at Wang Wei. "You have the ability to stop the beast tide, so why do you let the monsters slaughter humans?"

Wang Wei smiled.

The league is still the same league, and Dewey is still the same Dewey, always liking to label people.

"The Alliance also has trump cards to fight the alien beasts, why didn't they use them sooner?" he asked calmly. "Why did they allow the alien beasts to slaughter humans?"

Dewey's expression changed, and he retorted, "The alliance has its own considerations. Our trump cards have far-reaching consequences, and we can't use them unless absolutely necessary."

Wang Wei nodded in deep agreement: "I also have my considerations, and I can't act rashly."

Dewey was taken aback.

He realized that Wang Wei was responding to him with his own reasoning.

The living room fell silent for a moment.

Dewey took a deep breath, knowing that there was no point in going around in circles any further.

"I've come here to ask you to end this disaster." His voice carried a hint of pleading.

"Why?" Wang Wei slowly sat down, leaning back on the sofa. "What good would ending this disaster do me?"

"Benefits?" Dewey's voice rose a few decibels.

"You are also a Chinese. Even if not for the whole world, but for your fellow Chinese, you shouldn't stand idly by. Besides, if you save the whole world, everyone will be grateful..."

"Stop!" Wang Wei raised his hand to interrupt him, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "As expected of you, trying to get something for nothing."

"The last man who saved the world was driven to his death by the world," Wang Wei said slowly. "I don't want to follow in his footsteps."

After saying this, Dewey opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

After a moment, he spoke again, "Old Liu proposed a deal with you."

Wang Wei raised an eyebrow: "How do we trade?"

"If you can stop the monstrous beasts from attacking," Dewey said, emphasizing each word, "I can tell you the source of the Alliance's trump card."

A flicker of interest crossed Wang Wei's eyes.

Corpse pits, crystal runes, traditional martial arts... he was indeed curious about these things.

If we use "insight" to extrapolate, we would need ten million safety points.

He didn't want to waste it.

"The root of the trump card?" he repeated. "Tell me about it."

Dewey did not answer immediately.

He took out a yellowed piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over.

"To show the alliance's sincerity, Mr. Liu asked me to give you this."

Wang Wei took the paper and unfolded it; sixteen strange symbols were imprinted on it.

"What is this?" Wang Wei asked.

A hint of relief flashed in Dewey's eyes. "So, there are things you don't know."

Wang Wei didn't take it seriously.

He wasn't willing to take the risk of surveying everything.

Dewey didn't keep them in suspense and asked softly, "How many dynasties has the Dragon Kingdom had?"

Wang Wei frowned and casually replied, "Xia, Shang, Zhou, Qin, Han, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, Qing."

“These characters,” Dewey pointed to the symbols on the paper, “don’t belong to any dynasty you know.”

Wang Wei's gaze sharpened slightly: "What do you mean? Something from outer space?"

Dewey's face twitched. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "If I said that there were dynasties before the Xia Dynasty... do you think that's possible?"

Wang Wei stared at him, his gaze gradually sharpening: "You're not trying to tell me this is something from the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, are you?"

Dewey remained silent.

Wang Wei's pupils contracted slightly: "You mean... the Human Emperor of the Dragon Kingdom really exists?"

"It's not that exaggerated." Dewey shook his head. "According to experts, these characters are from the Yu Dynasty."

"The Yu Dynasty?"

"Before the Xia Dynasty, historical records mention the name 'Yu,' but it has never been recognized by historians," Dewey said, emphasizing each word. "But these characters confirm the existence of the Yu Dynasty."

"Experts?" Wang Wei asked with a hint of suspicion. "You usually have to take what experts say in reverse."

Dewey's face darkened.

Wang Wei continued, "Furthermore, isn't it too arbitrary to conclude that the Yu Dynasty exists based solely on these sixteen strange talismans?"

Dewey took a deep breath and said softly, "Do you know what these sixteen characters mean when translated?"

Wang Wei's gaze shifted from the characters to Dewey's face.

Dewey's voice was very soft and slow:

"The Records of Yu: According to previous records, in the eleventh year of the ancient Tang Dynasty, barbarian people came from beyond the heavens..."

After he finished speaking, the living room fell into a deathly silence.