"Not only is it irrational, but it's also very contradictory. Going through so much effort to secure a Millennium Stake, only for it to become unstable in the blink of 600 years, and then having to manually secure it with a light-speed weapon, does that make sense?"
Ah.
Liu Feng sighed:
"The issues you're talking about are not something we can answer with our current knowledge. The purpose of the Piling Civilization, and why the Millennium Stakes only last for 600 years, these are their concerns, not ours."
"The problem we need to face is how to solve this white light, how to save human civilization, how to survive."
He moved his finger down, pointing at the last question on the blackboard.
Lin Xian picked up a water pen from the nearby desk and started twirling it between his fingers:
"Actually, once you realize the enemy is unprecedentedly powerful, powerful to the point of being unbeatable, this problem becomes simpler."
Liu Feng adjusted his glasses:
"What do you mean?"
