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

After Dewey explained the meaning of the characters, he said nothing more.

He did not urge Wang Wei.

He knew that the weight these sixteen characters carried was enough to overturn the historical foundation of the entire Dragon Kingdom for thousands of years, and that no one could digest them in a short time.

Even though he already knew the meaning of these characters, he was still deeply shocked every time he read them aloud.

From ancient times to the present, almost all people in the Dragon Kingdom have believed that the Xia Dynasty was the first dynasty.

That's what textbooks say, that's what history books record, and even archaeological excavations haven't found anything that can refute this conclusion.

Generation after generation has believed this without a doubt.

People thought that "five thousand years of history" was all there was to it, that the period before the Xia Dynasty was just mythology and legend, and that the fragments scattered in ancient books were merely the imagination of the ancients.

But now, these sixteen characters, like an invisible giant hand, have violently lifted a corner of the curtain of history that has been sealed for thousands of years, suddenly exposing a brilliant civilization that had been buried to the world.

The Yu Dynasty has been confirmed!

It's not a legend, nor a myth; it's a real dynasty that actually existed.

The clear phrase "Eleventh year of the ancient Tang Dynasty" in the text completes the entire lineage of ancient civilization, directly nailing the "ancient Tang Dynasty," which had been debated by scholars for thousands of years, into reliable history.

Tang, Yu, Xia, Shang, Zhou.

The five dynasties are arranged in sequence, with a clear lineage and orderly timeline, thus establishing the complete genealogy of ancient Chinese dynasties.

It turns out that we are much older than we thought.

The number "five thousand years of history" is not enough.

Wang Wei also fell into deep thought.

He stared at the yellowed paper, his gaze lingering on the sixteen characters for a long time.

He had seen the black wasteland of the Seventh Purgatory and was no stranger to "visitors from outer space".

But what truly struck him and deeply shocked him at that moment were the last two simple yet incredibly weighty words at the end of the sixteen-character inscription.

"Barbarian people".

When faced with visitors from outer space, the ancient Tang dynasty did not address them with the honorific titles of "God," "Sage," "Envoy," or "Distinguished Guest."

They are "barbarian people".

The ancients regarded the Central Plains as the orthodox center, considering themselves the center of the world and the orthodox civilization.

Yi, Man, Mo, Rong, and Di were all ancient terms used to refer to uncivilized, primitive, and poorly educated ethnic groups in the surrounding areas.

The word itself carries an extreme sense of civilized confidence, with an absolute arrogance and self-assurance that looks down on barbarism.

Extraterrestrials must be beings capable of traversing the stars and possessing technology far surpassing our own, enabling them to travel through the universe.

Even in the modern understanding, such an interstellar civilization is a superior existence that far surpasses our own and needs to be looked up to.

However, in the writings of the ancient Tang and Yu dynasties, thousands of years ago, these extraterrestrial visitors who crossed the sea of ​​stars were merely—barbarian people.

Is it arrogance? Ignorance? Or—do they really have the confidence to back it up?

Various thoughts collided in Wang Wei's mind.

After a moment, he suddenly smiled.

The history of the Dragon Kingdom is much deeper and more complex than he thought.

"Interesting," Wang Wei murmured softly.

Dewey waited a moment, and when he finally spoke, he couldn't help but ask, "The Alliance has already shown its sincerity. This beast tide..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was already quite clear.

A fierce battle is raging outside, and people are dying every moment.

Wang Wei composed himself and looked at Du Wei: "Even if the characters are real, what does that have to do with the source of the alliance's trump card that you mentioned?"

Dewey took a deep breath: "Rune crystal fragments, traditional martial arts—we suspect it's all related to the Yu Dynasty and the ancient Tang Dynasty."

"Doubt?" Wang Wei frowned. "So, you yourselves haven't figured it out?"

"Just one last step." Dewey's voice lowered. "We've discovered characters and numerous crystal fragments on the outer perimeter, deciphered some of the runes' effects, and even replicated the sealing and amplification effects. But we can't get into the core area."

He looked up at Wang Wei and said, "No matter what method you use—scanning, drilling, pulse technology, or even sending superhumans to force their way in—you'll be kept out."

"It's not some ancient tomb mechanism, guard, or trap. It's something... that we can't understand."

Dewey's voice grew serious. "It's like there's an invisible wall, you can see it, but you can't touch it, and you can't get past it."

"The divination methods of the Zhang and Xie families were completely ineffective there, as if they were completely cut off by something."

He paused.

"We are convinced that all the answers—the nature of the runes and crystals, the truth about the Yu and Tang civilizations, the foreign tribes—are hidden in that core area."

Wang Wei nodded slightly. He understood.

Holding fragments of crystal runes, the Alliance managed to figure out some ways to use their power, barely managing to hold up their last trump card in the apocalypse.

But they treated the crystal rune fragments as their trump card, without even figuring out the front and back of this trump card.

It's like a group of children who found a divine weapon, only knowing how to swing it with brute force, but not knowing why the weapon is so sharp.

Wang Wei suddenly became interested in the place Dewey had mentioned.

His power of reflection has covered the entire globe; he knows everything about the seed base, the Alliance's underground research institutes, and even the military factories hidden deep in the mountains.

But he had never sensed this place that Dewey was talking about, not even a vague outline of it.

"Where is the place you're talking about?" he asked.

Dewey did not answer directly.

"I can tell you without hesitation," he emphasized, "but you must first stop the beast horde's attack."

Wang Wei did not agree immediately, but tapped his fingers lightly twice on the armrest.

Seeing this, Dewey added, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible confidence: "I know you have precognitive abilities. But that place is very special—it's imperceptible, unpredictable, as if it doesn't exist. The Zhang and Xie families have already verified it."

Wang Wei glanced at him.

He had witnessed the divination skills of the Zhang and Xie families before, and the fact that these two families were able to send their descendants to seek refuge here in advance already explained everything.

Things that even they couldn't predict are indeed quite interesting.

"Okay." Wang Wei smiled, decisively. "I agree."

Dewey was taken aback, completely unprepared for his quick agreement, rendering his previous preparations for maneuvering unnecessary.

Before he could even react, his communication device vibrated.

He glanced down, and his pupils dilated sharply.

The beast tide has receded from the five major bases of the Dragon Kingdom!

Dewey took a deep breath: "Okay, I'll take you there."

"There's no time to lose." Wang Wei stood up. "Let's set off now."

"Okay," Dewey nodded.

Wang Wei walked to the door, then suddenly stopped, turned his head, and asked, "By the way, what's that place called?"

"Yu Ruins".

Wang Wei repeated the two words, a slight smile playing on his lips, "...A good name."