The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1359 - 397: Butterfly of All Things (Part 2)

"Since our civilization had reached a considerable height at that time, our society did not undergo intense upheaval but rather transitioned naturally to the next golden age over a long period."

"The pride rooted in the bloodline of the Solipsi people made us unable to accept the fate of being treated as experimental subjects. We abandoned the illusion of external Divine and embraced inner Strength, extending our reach towards the distant Star Sea."

He continued recounting that memory; the former "Shadow Association" naturally became the new leaders of civilization.

Of course, they did not achieve this under the name of shadow but wove a new title for themselves—"Ethereal Builders."

From then on, the historical goal of the Solipsi people was no longer to please God but to surpass God and become a creator more perfect than "God."

The Curator's Spiritual Waves surged with immense passion at this moment.

"We refuse to become specimens in a glass vessel and no longer need to please false God. From that moment, we crowned ourselves—"

"We are our own creator."

The passionate score opened up to the next chapter, soon reaching the fifth painting.

It was a depiction of universal tearing and chaos, akin to a materialized lamentation.

In the image, countless stars distorted into dying spirals, splendid nebulae shredded into broken threads, a once infinitely prosperous world turning to dust in the violent chaotic currents blowing from Subspace...

The Curator's Spiritual Waves were filled with sorrow.

"That occurred in the fourth millennium."

"After revealing the truth of 'God,' our civilization did not find a new direction but instead entered into a void due to the collapse of belief."

"Merely acting as creator can no longer fill the emptiness in our hearts. We decided to use our world to complete an unprecedented artwork, proving that we truly exist in this universe and are not just a floating leaf in the Void."

"A grander project than observing the Void's megastructure began, our 'Ethereal Builders' called it the 'Ether Space' plan."

Luo Yan remained silent.

He probably guessed what these Solipsi people intended to do and was thoroughly shaken by their ambition and madness.

The Curator's narrative was as he suspected; entering the fourth millennium, the Solipsi people began using their mature Subspace technology, treating the entire universe as their color palette.

Like mad artists, they "cut" what they considered the most beautiful scenes from countless galaxies, including the corona of stars, the splendor of nebulae, and even black hole horizons—far surpassing the beauty displayed at the gallery at present.

Then they used these "scenes" that did not belong to them to assemble an entirely new world of their own.

Seeing the Ancient Gods speechless with shock, the Curator continued speaking with gentle Spiritual Waves.

"Of course... we would arrange for those civilizations that lost their homes a planet far more prosperous than their previous world in the universe."

"...Relocation?"

"You could say that. Although we are well aware that our compensation is negligible compared to what they lost in their Future, as all great works require sacrifice, we are prepared to offer everything for it... We trust you will understand me."

Luo Yan was silent for a moment.

"I am not sure... So what happened? Did you succeed?"

"It's hard to define success or failure for our final creation, but... we stopped just before completing the final piece."

The Curator recounted this past calmly, but Luo Yan could hear a trace of sadness weaving through the Spiritual Waves.

"We underestimated our own abilities and overestimated the universe's limits; it was like a fragile soap bubble that could encompass everything when we were still a cell, but when we transformed into a butterfly, it eventually burst."

Not waiting for the Ancient Gods to inquire, he continued speaking with warm Spiritual Waves.

"This plundering and assembly without any reverence for Universal laws ultimately invited a devastating backlash. When we took the last touch of color, space itself collapsed irreversibly, like a black hole... yet its power surpassed the black hole by far."

"Over four-fifths of the Solipsi people vanished instantly in the unstoppable Subspace chaos, our civilization almost annihilated... We named this disaster the 'Great Collapse' event."

"And the painting before you is the moment recorded in despair by a Solipsi artist. An Ethereal Builder sealed it in this frame woven by Subspace technology, ultimately housed in this gallery."

The Curator's Spiritual Waves bore little sadness, more a sense of nostalgia, as if recounting ordinary past events.

"So... your civilization has already been destroyed?" Luo Yan's Spiritual Waves carried a hint of regret.

"Not yet for the time being." The Curator, with the butterfly housing the Ancient God's Soul, proceeded to the next, final artwork.

It was a tragic painting, composition once again split into light and dark halves.

A fortress fallen into darkness silently watched the departing Starship, which sailed toward a massive rift leading to the unknown.

It was the rift leading to the Void; they could not ascertain what lay behind, but perhaps passing through it might still find a glimmer of hope.