Monsters Are Coming-Chapter 1149 - 308: Familiar Return, Reflection Time

The passage of time flows like a great river, washing over the unchanging lands of the Monster World.

Those once-dominant Strong Clans now only leave behind indistinct totems amidst broken walls, and those names that shook the ancients have long vanished in the weathered pages of epic history.

Only the world itself continues to turn eternally.

As old kings fall, new ambitions sprout from their remains.

In the memory of the Lord of Jile, there are many traces left from the days when heroic tribes roamed the Monster World.

However, most of these tribes now only remain as traces, with no future updates.

During constant searching, the consciousness of the Lord of Jile lingers in one place.

Here is a continent northeast of the Pale Continent Region, about one-thirtieth the size of the Pale Continent, known as: Broken Soul Continent.

It is separated from the Pale Continent by a vast ocean.

The image in the mind is an ancient ruin forgotten by time.

The ground here is covered with bone sand, creating a faint humming sound in the wind.

Charred giant pillars slant into the sky, wrapped in extinguished Rune Chains, with half a shattered bronze statue hanging at the end.

Below, more similar statues stand, mostly eroded by time, seemingly still stubbornly watching over a glory long gone.

In the distance, twelve inverted pyramids hang unevenly in the air.

The bases face upward, the tips downward, as if forcibly ripped from the earth by some great power and casually discarded here.

The reliefs on the towers record the twelve most glorious expeditions of this race, now blurred and indistinct.

Upon seeing this, memories arise in the mind of the Lord of Jile.

In the depths of memory, this area once housed a very potential-filled clan: the Mirroring Clan.

They had crystal-like eyes, able to glimpse the deepest exhibitionist desires within all things.

Children wishing to show off new toys, warriors eager to display scars, kings obsessed with the spectacle of worship from subjects... the inner desires of different beings to showcase and display would be woven into mirages by them.

At its peak, the capital of the Mirroring Clan floated eternally with billions of illusions.

The cries of vendors intermingled with palace festivities, hero accolades overlapped with children's doodles, confidants' whispers with imperial decrees... all scenes were collages of desires for display from the hearts of various world's beings.

The Mirroring Clan could gain logical energy generated by the Rule of "Reflection" through observing the inner exhibitionist desires of others.

This energy was also called "sustenance" by the Mirroring Clan.

At its peak, this clan had the potential to vie for dominance of the Broken Soul Continent.

But it is unclear what happened subsequently; now only ruins remain here.

The gaze shifts to an altar at the center of the scene.

A rusty King's Sword is embedded in the middle of the altar, with nine shattered and dim Star Gemstones encrusted on the hilt.

The bloodstains on the blade form words that the Lord of Jile can understand:

"Where this sword points, all is king's land."

The energy within the sword body has been exhausted, now turned into a piece of scrap iron.

Observing from above the ruins, one can see numerous Monster silhouettes within.

Some of these Monsters were once pets kept by the Mirroring Clan, others likely species brought by other invading forces, perhaps mixed with native monsters of the Monster World.

After scanning the monsters' Qi-Blood Strength fluctuations and Spiritual Strength fluctuations, it finds that most actually fit its needs.

But to be cautious.

It decides to conduct detailed investigations, ensuring no surprises, before considering turning this into the next experiment site for the Jile Army.

In an instant, the consciousness spreads like a web across this scene, with each perception thread penetrating the marrow of the ruins, sweeping over every grain of bone sand on the scorched earth.

Pushing forward inch by inch, leaving no potential risks unexamined.

Besides the surface, even beneath the ground needs thorough checking.

It once witnessed a brutal self-sacrifice trap in the Monster World.

An endangered race buried "Wanxiang Return-to-Void" nodes beneath their clan's land.

Shortly after the race perished and the Alien Race occupied the clan land, they suddenly detonated it, causing significant loss to the occupying force.

Even if the Mirroring Clan lacks such technology, the probability of them doing this is very low.

It won't overlook even the slightest possibility, to avoid unanticipated losses in the future.

During this period, the consciousness of the Lord of Jile trickles like a tide into the depths, with every strand of perception threading through the underground, sweeping past the strata.

At a depth of 138 meters, it sees a crystallized neural network.

This was a fantasy transmission pipeline laid by the Mirroring Clan back then, now turned into fragile rock veins. Having confirmed no risk upon sweeping with perception, it continues deeper.

At this moment, it perceives faint low-frequency tremors occurring underground.

The perception threads instantly converge into stings, precisely piercing the vibration source.

The picture in the mind leaps past layers of rocky barriers, revealing dozens of creatures resembling centipedes in slumber.

Upon discovering they are merely monsters residing underground, the Lord of Jile doesn't let it pass, meticulously perceiving their life fluctuation information, establishing corresponding combat power evaluation data in its racial database.

The racial database is a system devised after planning to set up a Jile Sub-Palace.

Detailing every living being that "strays into" the Jile Sub-Palace, even conducting anatomical investigations, making them part of the database.