Passing through the vast and cold space, the old spacecraft continued to shake, hindered by the atmosphere, and the red heat was draped over the front of the spaceship, with a long tail.

The light red meteor piercing the sky was seen by many of the inhabitants of the planet, and finally the ship landed precisely in a lake, dissipating the heat of the surface.

The white water vapor was steaming, with nervousness, anticipation, worry, and a variety of complex emotions, the crew stepped out of the spaceship and looked at this emerald green and novel world.

After a short period of examination and confirmation, they carefully took off their breathing masks and experienced the pristine and pure atmosphere, and an unprecedented feeling came to their hearts.

The gas is rich in water vapor, and there is a slight fragrance of plants and trees, as well as a slight smell of microbial decay, this variety and freshness is not at all comparable to the monotonous circulating air in the spaceship.

"Just breathing the air can make people so happy, I don't think I'll ever leave here." Some crew members spoke like this.

And as they landed, the inhabitants of the planet gradually arrived.

Although there are slight differences in language and writing, it is obvious that they have all come from the same vein, and after a brief combing, the two sides have slowly communicated.

A relationship of trust is not built in a short period of time, but both parties seem to be interested in each other's history, and as they gradually communicate, they finally understand each other's origins.

"The first ancestor to land on this planet was a group of ships that set off from Earth in 609 A.D., and the organizers of the group deliberately chose a very remote route and location in order to avoid competition with others."

Walking along the forest road, a blonde elf among the aborigines introduced the guests.

"And how did you get here?" The people on board were curious.

"Because of a not-so-wonderful accident, the ship group deviated from its course due to a mistake during the voyage, resulting in a huge vacuum field, far away from the destination star system, and the resources on the spacecraft were limited."

"In order to survive, the group had to change its intended route and sail to the nearest star system instead."

"Finally, after a long period of vacuum darkness, the only remaining spaceship of the ship group crash-landed on this planet, and we had to start stopping to survive."

"Thousands of years ago, this planet wasn't so beautiful, it was still a world full of poisonous gas."

"Fortunately, the World Tree Seed brought by the ancestors was not destroyed during space travel, but was completely protected."

"The seedlings of the two World Trees were planted, and then under the care of generations, they slowly grew, and the realm of our lives expanded with the growth of the canopy, until finally the poison of the entire planet was purified."

As the two of them walked, they gradually walked out of the dense forest, and the vision on the other side of the hill gradually came into view, and in the distant and misty sky, two large trees pierced into the sky, towering, and the huge figure seemed to carry the world.

"That's the World Tree, our origin and hope." Standing on this hill, the elf pointed to the towering trees in the distance.

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As time passed, a year had passed since the ship landed on the planet, and the two sides had gotten to know each other better, and the members of the spaceship had happily agreed to the local people's request to teach them the forgotten technology.

The once-lost art of chrono flight has once again been acquired by the inhabitants of the planet, who have also gained the ability to return to the galaxy.

"It's hard to say, but I want to tell you that the outside world isn't as beautiful as you remember it to be." A man in a white shirt walks with a local priest of the sacred tree by the lake.

"We've had people ask you what happened, but none of you seem to be willing to mention the past."

"It's so heavy and depressing." The man in the white shirt stopped and looked at the sea of flowers across the lake.

"Most of your memories of the outside are still stuck in the beautiful Fourth Age, which was the beautiful era when the four originals were still alive, because of the protection of His Highness who ruled the stars, human civilization was unified and united, just walked out of the ruins of the past, reopened the Age of Interstellar Voyage, and the whole society was full of vitality."

"However, even the four primordials will have a day when they are tired, and they fall into a deep sleep one by one, and the exploration of human civilization has gradually touched the boundaries of the galaxy."

"Just like the constant play out in history, all the light will slowly dim."

"With the competition of interests, all kinds of complicated and chaotic ideas fill the information network, people are manic and numb, and there is no corner that can escape the washing and baptism of the times, and there is no silence and innocence that is not defiled."

"The former unity began to diverge, because new races born of new technologies were also emerging, and the fruits of the great tree of human civilization began to show very different branches, and it became more and more difficult to reconcile."

"The gap between the rich and the poor, the monopoly of technology, the enslavement of the life at the bottom, the structure of a new race that is completely under its own command, the life of livestock that is completely under the command of no resistance, all kinds of things that you cannot imagine are starting to happen."

"If the wills of the beings can come together to form a crown like a god, does that mean that if you create enough intelligent beings and obey your own orders, you can become a god as well?" The man in the white shirt spoke in a deep voice.

"Once this kind of magic box of thinking is opened, there will be people who keep trying, and at first they use hypnosis, or slavery brainwashing education from childhood, to cultivate such people on remote planets."

"But this kind of efficiency is not high after all, and man is an intelligent creature, once he learns enough, the deeper he understands, the more he will naturally rise to resist."

"But the terrible thing about technological progress is that it brings new and unexpected evils."

"Since people will rebel spontaneously, it would be good to design a life that will not resist at all, and even when they see a specific image, they will spontaneously like or worship."

"As a result, some organisms have tried to change their genes, and such lives have finally been created."

"These new races, who have no resistance to a particular image, are willing to serve those people, even giving their lives, and instinctively like this feeling." He goes on to depict what happened at the beginning of the Fifth Age.

"It's horrible." The priest on the side listened and sighed.

"Paper can't contain fire after all, and when such an ethnic group continues to increase, it is finally discovered by the mainstream society, and then it also sets off a huge controversy and tearing."

"Is such a race considered a human being or not, and how should it be dealt with in the end? Such a topic eventually led to a conflict in society, and after more people knew about it, more forces secretly began to try the same thing. ”

"The country began to be divided, the civil war began to rise, and in the midst of the war, the moral code of the whole world rapidly declined, and in order to survive, or for personal selfishness, such new races began to be created."

"They were either soldiers, or cheap labor, or the bottom of the throne of the gods."

"In the process of tearing each other apart, the big organizational forces swallow up the small ones, and they become bigger and bigger, and they have more and more new races of this kind that are completely obedient."

"Last ......"

"What happened at the end?" The priest on the side saw him stop suddenly and asked curiously.

"In the end, such a completely obedient race actually supported a new crown." The man in the white shirt closed his eyes, feeling how desperate this scene in history was.

Originally, it was a beautiful prayer for many living beings, and the crown of the gods was united in all hearts, but later it became a tool for selfish interests, and all the sacred and beautiful fell here.

"Yes, even such a race without self-will, they are still living beings, with spirits and ideas, and of course they can change the world, even if it is a world that obeys people's orders."

"Intelligent life is always complacent with its own free will, but this pride has no special character in front of the cold physical reality, and as long as the conditions are met, whether good or evil, organic or inorganic, firewood can be ignited."

"Humans are not special."

"Is it already such a desperate world?" The priest sat by the lake, looking up at the blue sky.

"And then, how did you escape?"

"Although the dark sun of despair is gradually rising in the galaxy, there is more than one careerist, and they will never trust each other." The man in the white shirt shook his head and sat down on the grass by the lake, continuing to tell the story of the Fifth Age.

"There will also be fights, frictions, and encounters between the pitch-black sun crowns, and they will make each other fall, and they will begin to devise weapons that will make it easier to cleanse each other's races."

"As long as the pillar that supports the opponent's crown is genocidal, the crown that represents the power of the gods will gradually dissipate and fall."

"As a result, all kinds of weapons to destroy humanity have been developed, some only need a starship to break through to the atmosphere, and the scattered viruses can deprive the entire planet of its inhabitants."

"Some of them develop genetically specific toxins for hostile races, some simply burn the entire planet, and some cause all kinds of radiation poisons to destroy the other party's habiting planets, so that even if the enemy can escape for the time being, it will be difficult to expand the race in the future."

"In this case, human civilization is dying out of itself." It was easy for the priest to see the hidden consequences.

"Yes, although there are also cases where one side devours the opponent and becomes stronger because of victory, but in general, human civilization is constantly weakening and destroying itself."

"The battle between the dark suns has destroyed many habitable planets, and some rare alien races in the galaxy have also died in such wars." As he spoke, the man in the white shirt leaned down on the grass and lay down, as if sleeping in the grass like this was extremely comfortable.

"Strife has greatly reduced the habitable planet, many people have begun to escape, and because the overall strength of civilization has declined, many unimportant areas have not been occupied and blocked, which is like a lot of fragments in the national map that no one cares about."

"Along these messy scars, some have become pirates, some have started smuggling, and some just want to escape, like us."

"The first members of the ship were just that, escaping from the chaos with a group of like-minded people and then looking for a new home in the starry sky."

"I didn't come here until hundreds of years ago." After saying this, the man in the white shirt lay on the grass and slowly took a nap, feeling the peaceful breeze of this paradise.

The priest on one side stood up, he looked at the man in white shirt who was asleep, and walked towards the lake, "It's a long story, and it's embarrassing, I didn't expect so many things to happen after the end of the Fourth Age. ”

Stopping at the edge of the lake, he put his hand into it to feel the coldness of the lake, which cleared his slightly drowsy consciousness in the afternoon.

"Still, Isenisha said, she still wanted to go outside, and I couldn't persuade her."

In the distant World Tree, in a palace in the clouds, a young girl in a flowing light green dress sat by the window, with a delicate and beautiful light yellow rose in her hair, which seemed to be plated with a pale gold in the sun.

The furnishings in the room are very warm, with many vines, woods, and flowers, and the walls are also delicate and shiny inner walls.

It's a room carved out of a tree, and it also has the appliances of the technological era, but the two don't clash with each other, but the style is harmoniously combined.

After thousands of years of living on this planet, people have long been accustomed to the existence of the World Tree, and even with the gradual recovery of technology, this preference and style has not been abandoned, but integrated into the details of life.

Overlooking the meadows, lakes, flowers, and forests below, the half-elf girl played the lyre in her arms, telling her prayers and thoughts for the future.

The slanting sunlight fell on the smooth toes, and the pale pink nails and white petals reflected each other, like a beautiful picture.

A year later, the inhabitants of the planet who had successfully completed the reproduction of the technology had built their own spaceship, and among the first members to return to the galaxy was a half-elf girl who liked the light yellow rose, she was the flower-crowned girl who sang and prayed for the World Tree, and was also the object of the priests' pampering.

"Are you really going, Isenisa." The old high priest stood in the open space in front of the spaceship, said goodbye to the girl, and asked again.

"Yes, Grandpa Priestess, I've decided." The blonde girl held her packed lyre and spoke to the people in front of her.

"The galaxy isn't as rosy as it used to be, and you should know what happened in the Fifth Age."

"If something happens, we can't save you, the distance in the star space is measured in light years, maybe you won't be able to wait for the day when you come back in your life." The old man once again talked about the uncertainty of interstellar navigation, even with a chrono engine, the long interstellar travel will take decades, even hundreds of years, and when a starship that can travel through distant space in a few days is born, it will be hundreds of years later.

"I understand, Grandpa Priest." Isenisa nodded again, her pale golden eyes exceptionally clear and determined.

"In that case, well, I won't advise you either."

"I wish you a smooth journey and a good success, Isenisa."

Following everyone, step by step towards the spaceship, until finally looking at the people on the ground through the thick metal glass window, although the current distance is only a few hundred meters, everyone knows that after that, it will be a sea of life.

The pale blue flame ignited, and with this surging momentum, the ship slowly rose into the sky, passing through the atmosphere in a constant stream of alarms and tremors, until finally entering the cold and distant starry sky again.

"No one thought that the rising flickering point of light heralded the third revival of mankind."

"To Her Royal Highness Isenessa, the 'Golden Rose' that we will always remember and remember."

- Remembering "Once Upon a Time in the Fifth Age"

(End of chapter)