Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Chapter 1388 - 65: The Vanished Seventh Generation Civilization (Part 2)

"Good morning, Princess Hexia." He bowed, and Boenhardt, who came along with him, nodded as well.

"Still as beautiful as ever, Princess Hexia." The old man was always unconventional.

"Come and sit down." Hexia nodded slightly, walking ahead to lead them to the fourth floor of the building on this side. The floor was covered with soft carpets, and the room was spacious and empty, with only a round table and several chairs by the window.

The maid who stayed here poured tea for the three of them and then left the room, standing by the door waiting, while the three sat by the window chatting leisurely.

"The day before yesterday, Mr. Lindsay mentioned the destroyed Seventh Civilization. Why did they disappear from history?"

"It’s natural for Princess Hexia to be curious because the Seventh Civilization is quite special. It isn’t a common technological civilization but an organization focused on secret technique practice."

"Sailing from our North Continent, head southwest for about half a month, and you’ll encounter islands of varying sizes, most with fertile soil and dense trees and swamps. That is where the Seventh Civilization used to be."

"This civilization primarily consisted of a mysterious female group, or it’s more appropriate to traditionally call them ’witches’.

"Unlike common civilizations, they only selected gifted, qualified young girls to inherit their school’s mystical knowledge, consistently striving to remain low-key and concealed outside the collective of crowds, known by few."

"This way of life allowed their knowledge system to be passed on for nearly six hundred years, far surpassing the brief glory of other civilizations."

"Later, a rare genius emerged within their group, possessing an unparalleled brilliant mind, mastering various branches of the school’s heritage at a young age, reaching Sequence 7 and, subsequently, advancing to Sequence 8 seemed only a matter of time."

"With immensely strong power, she grew unsatisfied with seclusion on islands and forests and began to roam the world. It was during that time that the 22nd Sage became acquainted with her, and the two forged a good friendship."

"From her words, the line of our sages learned about the Seventh Civilization, and also shared much of what we knew."

"Aware of these concealed histories, she started pondering many things, and many places she had traveled began to corroborate her suspicions."

"In her view, there is undoubtedly a specific restraint in this world that brings about destruction once a civilization develops to a certain extent."

"Unless this restraint’s source is clarified, blind development invites destruction."

"Upon reaching this conclusion, instead of feeling discouraged, she became extraordinarily excited, perhaps because the unbeaten life finally met a challenger, making everything more exciting."

"For this, she began collecting various data and left behind strange secret technique legacies in various places." Lindsay recalled the records seen in the Northern Frozen Soil layer.

"Is Princess Hexia curious about why the generally primitive and knowledge-inherently-lacking Wolf Blood Species suddenly produced a Wolf Blood Queen with power far surpassing others? Based on information from my junior sister, I speculate that the other party might have acquired the secret technique knowledge left by that legendary witch."

At this point, Tilan suddenly remembered something, which was the channel she initially listened to on the radio when she arrived at the mountain village.

The radio signal came from the Wolf Blood Species, implicitly teaching a method of secret technique practice.

Although Tilan found this practice method quite rough, the fact that they were spreading it unconditionally in this land was indeed somewhat unusual.

Thus, the Wolf Blood Queen was also invisibly influenced by the witch’s legacy.

"So finally, how did that witch and the Seventh Civilization end?"

"The next time our line encountered that witch was already the 25th Sage." Lindsay recalled from the library records.

"Nearly a century had passed; she had grown old and haggard, her once beautiful body misfigured. Upon finding that generation’s sage, she told us she wouldn’t stay long because unknown gazes had always been upon her. She couldn’t tell exactly where these gazes came from, but she would be discovered as long as she exposed herself to the sky."

"I failed," the old witch said with a dreamy and hazy tone.

"Everything I once prided myself on didn’t bring about change. The organizations painstakingly built and the nations supported were easily destroyed."

"The series of anomalies made me realize I’d been targeted by those invisible eyes. They probably want to learn more from me, thus haven’t hurried to deal with me. But I know there’s not much time left."

"I’ve searched many places yet still couldn’t pinpoint where this world’s restraining force specifically resides, but I can confirm they must originate from above."

"Be wary of the sky, do not expose yourself under the starry sky." After leaving this warning, she departed from the Northern Frozen Soil, returning south.

"A few years later, that generation of sages received information brought by the distant wind that the settlements on the Southern Archipelago vanished. Some once-inhabited places were consumed by swamps, and those mysterious witches also disappeared."

"To avoid drawing attention, it wasn’t until the 30th Sage that two successors were sent to those islands to investigate the situation. We discovered many bones at the swamp’s bottom, human, mechanical, and many insect remains that were hard to decompose."

"Based on the residual remains and mechanical fragments analysis, there must’ve been a major battle. Then the seawater destroyed the islands, and after the seawater receded, the residing inhabitants also disappeared."

"Although the Seventh Civilization founded by the witches perished, they left very useful information, indicating the force restraining civilization development wasn’t the Mechanical Cluster as many speculated. The other party clearly had a different purpose, unlike the Mechanical Council’s sub-units, which harbored the intention to eliminate any newborn races they encountered."

"Simultaneously, this restraining force is as powerful as the Mechanical Council’s clans, with means to mislead and avoid those Mechanical Clusters."

"We conclude that this restraining force should be an unstained newborn race, still possessing a complete system of technological knowledge and powerful war capabilities, living above the sky." As these conditions were mentioned one by one, Tilan’s mind almost sketched a perfect image matching the description.

It seems they are the only ones.

A girl like Celestia is obviously not nurtured by a small population. Some of her conversations subtly revealed situations confirming that the Silver Wings have a technological level far surpassing other races in this world.

If the ones controlling everything behind the scenes are indeed the Silver Wings, why are they doing this? To the Favored of the Black Sun, the lives of other races hold no value; they merely occupy usable living space, hindering their clan’s expansion.

Wait, what if they currently lack the Black Sun?

After losing the Black Sun, many races on the earth lost their life’s goals. Many merely acted under the drive of instinct, pursuing desires and interests, like the Wolf Blood Species. Only a few awakened from instinct, starting to shape their racial mission and direction, such as the Grey Feather Species and those of the Slami Association on the South Continent.

This undoubtedly represents enlightenment; once this mission realization begins, even if the start is slow, as long as this consensus gradually forms and stabilizes, this race will eventually stride towards the stars and venture into distant worlds again.

Why don’t the Silver Wings themselves reach for the stars, yet obstruct other races from this path?

Unless...

Unless, in their view, there’s something far more important than reaching for the stars, difficult for other races to understand, but the Silver Wings were still among the Newborn Races born in the Fifth Epoch, so Tilan can easily speculate their true intentions.

They’re attempting to recreate and construct a new Black Sun to once again propel their entire race to transcendence.

Thinking this, Tilan’s hand unconsciously combing through her hair finally stops.

An unexpected yet reasonable conclusion that brings a touch of regret and disappointment, for it signifies that even after a thousand years, the Silver Wings have ultimately not taken that step for themselves, instead dwelling in a faded past dream, trying to recreate past mistakes.

The Solar Crowns are miraculous creations of extraordinary power, a catalyst for elevating civilization, but they’re ultimately just means and tools. If seen as the ultimate goal, one loses sight of their initial meaning.

Always with tears of joy, constantly pioneering and progressing forward undeterred.