Sky Curtain: The Darwin Incident at the outset, the Declaration of the People's League

Everyone had the same question in their minds: What exactly happened in the 22nd century that made childcare robots have such revolutionary features?

Surely it can't be about achieving world peace, right?

Why don't they believe it?

As we all know, conflict is a topic that intelligent life can never escape.

The world that appeared in the sky just now is inhabited by aliens and all sorts of strange creatures.

Humans are clearly not enslaved, but rather the dominant party.

What kind of development must humanity undergo to achieve true world peace?

While the discussions were taking place across various worlds, the sky began displaying a new video.

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[In the void, above billions of individual universes, there exists an ultimate civilization called the Xiling Empire.]

Its terrifying power is enough to reduce all previous interstellar civilizations, star gods, and world-destroying catastrophes to insignificant dust.

The image on the sky began to zoom up rapidly.

Galaxyes shrink into points of light, points of light shrink into nebulae, nebulae shrink into fine sand, and fine sand shrinks into dust.

Beyond the dust particles, there are countless other dust particles, densely packed, filling the entire field of vision.

Those specks of dust are the universe.

They may look small, but they are indeed individual, complete, and independent universes.

First, let's clarify one concept: what you perceive as an independent universe is, in the eyes of the Xiling Empire, nothing more than a "world bubble" floating in the void.

The endless universes, planes, and dimensions together constitute the multi-dimensional system of the void. And the Xiling Empire is the sole and absolute ruler of this void.

A comparison image appeared on the sky.

In the center of the image is a small dot of light, labeled "Ordinary Single Universe".

Beside the point of light stood a blurry silhouette labeled "Xiling Apostle".

The empire's territory is not measured in galaxies or star systems, but rather directly covers billions of world bubbles.

The number of civilizations and the range of star systems it controls far exceed the carrying capacity of any single universe.

The galaxy, which ordinary interstellar civilizations could never fully explore in their entire lifetimes, is but a tiny fraction of the empire's territory.

A star map slowly unfolds.

Countless world bubbles float like bubbles, each bubble containing a complete universe—galaxies, stars, planets, and civilizations.

The empire's borders encompass nearly one-third of the world bubble.

The Empire's territory is not a contiguous star system, but a collection of countless complete universes.

Every world bubble marked by an empire is either its colony, military outpost, or resource-producing area.

The Empire's primary race is the Xiling Apostles, who are born eternal war constructs.

[Emotionless, fearless, absolutely loyal, the entire population is a soldier]

[The individual combat power is enough to sweep away the top combat forces in a single universe]

Even an ordinary apostle can easily tear through space, annihilate stars, and wipe out an entire galactic civilization with a wave of their hand.

The silhouette of a Herling apostle emerged.

Its body is made of some kind of silvery-white metal, with cold and beautiful lines, and visible energy fluctuations surround it.

Its eyes had no pupils, only two balls of dark blue light, like two compressed stars.

The Apostles do not possess individual will; their thoughts are interconnected through the Imperial central network.

Each apostle is both an independent combat unit and an extension of the Empire's will. They have extremely low sleep requirements, practically none, and do not need to eat or rest.

Their existence serves only one purpose—to fight for the empire.

The Empire's war tactics have long since transcended the scope of conventional interstellar warfare.

Its fleet of warships is measured in galaxies. A single capital ship is larger than several galaxies combined.

The psionic weapon it carries can pierce and annihilate an entire universe with a single shot, not just a mere galaxy.

The outline of a warship resembling a coffin lid appeared in the sky.

It spans the entire frame, with the Milky Way galaxy next to it shrunk to a point of light and placed on the deck of the warship as a reference.

The spot of light wasn't even as wide as a single line on the deck.

The Empire's core energy source is "Psionic Energy," an ultimate energy extracted directly from the void.

There is no upper limit to the power of psionic energy, because the energy of the void is infinite. The psionic main cannon of an Imperial warship can release enough energy to reshape a universe in a single salvo.

In terms of the ability to destroy worlds and cleanse, the Empire has reached the pinnacle of all worlds.

[A global locust plague? An omnic rebellion?]

【Little Doyle!】

The purge of the Xiling Empire began by attacking the fundamental rules of the universe.

In the scene, a bubble world corrupted by the abyss begins to collapse.

The Empire's cleansing fleet arrived, but instead of firing cannons or bombing, it released a psionic pulse.

As the pulse swept across the bubble of the universe, the physical laws of the universe began to crumble—the speed of light slowed down, gravity disappeared, and atomic structures disintegrated.

Then the timeline breaks, the causal chain collapses, and finally even the concept of "existence" itself is erased.

The standard procedure for an empire to purge a universe: dismantle the material structure, sever the timeline, eliminate causal chains, and erasure residual information.

After the four steps are completed, the cleansed universe is completely reduced to nothingness, leaving no trace—even the fact that it "once existed" is erased.

Creation, on the other hand, is the reverse operation of the same technology.

A pulse of psionic energy shot into the void, and the energy began to condense, expand, and finally evolve.

The rudiments of matter were born from chaos, the laws of physics were written down one by one, and time began to flow.

Minutes later, a brand new world took shape in the void, containing galaxies, stars, planets, oceans, an atmosphere—and even began to nurture the simplest life forms.

In the eyes of the empire, creation and destruction are merely two directions of the same technology.

[And if there is anyone who can rival the Empire, it is the Empire's greatest enemy—the Abyss.]

[It is an annihilation calamity inherent in the void, indiscriminately corroding and devouring all universes, turning them into nothingness.]

[The only entity capable of sustaining long-term resistance against, and even actively eliminating, this multi-dimensional ultimate power is the Xiling Empire.]

The abyss has no will, no purpose, no intelligence; it has nothing.

This thing is just an "error" in the void, or rather, an inherent end mechanism.

But it is more terrifying than any intelligent enemy.

It's like the difference between a girlfriend and a terrorist: you can negotiate with a terrorist, but you can't with a girlfriend!

The abyss is the same; it is not open to negotiation or compromise—it can only be suppressed, eliminated, and isolated.

The war between the Empire and the Abyss has lasted for countless eons.

The Empire's border defenses consist of countless reinforced world bubbles, each a forward outpost against the abyss. There is no victory, only perseverance.

Glory? No, only responsibility.

The Xiling Empire has no way out but to move forward.

At its peak, the old empire was already a near-god race, capable of rewriting the laws of the universe and distorting the dimensions of spacetime with a mere wave of its hand.

At its peak, the empire was divided into 135 celestial regions, corresponding to 135 supreme emperors. Each emperor ruled over a celestial region, wielding the power of law and commanding billions of apostles and fleets.

The empire's territory covers nearly a third of the void of the world bubble, its apostles number in the trillions, and wherever its fleet goes, all races submit.

A black rift tore through the void, and the abyssal tide surged out from the rift, engulfing everything.

The empire's defenses collapsed in an instant, the world bubble burst like a bubble, and the apostles vanished into the darkness without even having time to scream.

The Great Cataclysm: The Darkest Page in the Empire's History

Because they had touched upon forbidden knowledge of the void's origin, and due to the strong connection of the empire's central network, the 135 emperors collapsed and their origins were destroyed almost simultaneously in an instant.

A vast empire vanished overnight.

Without the central command, the connections between the billions of world bubbles were instantly severed. The boundary lines that once covered a third of the void's territory instantly transformed into broken, deathly red lines.

Without the support of the Emperor's laws, nearly one-third of the world bubble, like a bubble without an anchor, began to expand and collapse chaotically, eventually exploding in the void and turning into pure energy turbulence.

[Hundreds of millions of apostles lost command in an instant, and the core programs of the constructs fell into chaos. Some self-destructed due to overload, while others were reduced to chaotic weapons that knew only destruction.]

The fleet that once swept across all races, now without energy supply and command, lies like a stranded behemoth, silently sinking into the sea of ​​stars, or being instantly swallowed by the aftershocks of the abyss.

In the void, the once impregnable border defenses crumbled.

The heavily guarded outposts have now become breeding grounds for the abyss's rampage.

The reinforced world bubble defense shield dissipated due to exhaustion.

The endless abyss tide, like a flood bursting its banks, surged wildly into the heart of the former empire.

[The once bustling administrative center, research sanctuary, and arsenal were reduced to nothing as the laws of governance collapsed.]

[The star system-class capital ships, having lost the power of their psionic cores, have transformed from colossal behemoths into piles of scrap metal, silently floating in the desolate void like giant tombstones.]

The remnants of countless world bubbles collided with each other, producing dull, resounding crashes. Each impact heralded the end of a civilization.

That was the real apocalypse.

[The once supreme civilization, capable of creating and destroying worlds with a mere wave of its hand, has become a discarded pawn of the void overnight.]

The corpses of billions of apostles floated in the turbulent energy currents, their once brilliant, ghostly blue light extinguished, leaving only lifeless metallic remnants drifting in the void.

The former glory is now nothing but desolate ruins.

But the empire did not perish.

On this desolate wasteland, the surviving lower-level apostles, driven by instinct, broke free from the crumbling central network.

They struggled to survive in the void as individuals, collecting scattered core data and repairing damaged constructs.