"The cause of the war is no longer traceable—perhaps it was a conflict of ideals, the struggle for resources, or perhaps...just the inevitable expansion and arrogance after reaching the pinnacle. The 'Creators' and the gods of the material universe erupted in an ultimate war that affected the entire known universe. That war...destroyed countless star systems, distorted physical laws, and even shook the fragile barrier between the material universe and high-dimensional space."

"We, the 'Star Remnant Clan'..." For the first time, it mentioned its own race.

"Were one of the indirect victims of that war. We were not creations of the 'Creators,' but a civilization that developed independently, focusing on the study of life forms and eternal existence. We chose to merge our consciousness with specially processed 'living metal,' pursuing eternal knowledge and existence in a form akin to machinery. However, the energy aftermath of that war destroyed our home planet and severed the continuation possibilities of our race. Only a very few individuals, like myself, survived due to being in a special 'Static Field Domain' or deep space facilities...in this non-living, non-dead state, lingering to this day."

It paused, the eerie blue flames sweeping over Bai E and Astra, as if confirming whether they could understand the weight spanning thousands or even millions of years.

"The war between the 'Creators' and the gods of the material universe eventually ended with mutual annihilation. The 'Creator' civilization completely disintegrated, and the gods of the material universe...mostly fell, shattered, and transformed into 'Divine Fragments' that you may occasionally find in the universe now."

"And the war's most profound impact was not on the destruction of the material universe." The voice of the ancient will became even deeper, "It was on high-dimensional space."

"During the heyday of the 'Creator' civilization, they possessed the ability to comb and purify high-dimensional space. High-dimensional space was originally a reflection and collection of the collective thoughts, emotions, and wills of intelligent beings, like a vast and chaotic ocean of information. The 'Creators' would, regularly through some ritual or technology, comb, guide, and... 'purify' these chaotic 'thought tides,' preventing them from overly accumulating, distorting, and giving birth to entities with independent will and destructive tendencies. At that time, 'high-dimensional space,' although filled with various intense emotional fluctuations, was more like a relatively 'peaceful' sea of spiritual energy.

"However, with the fall of the 'Creator' civilization, this regular 'combing' and 'purification' completely ceased."

The narrative of the ancient will revealed the roots of the demon origin, "Without restraint and guidance, those extreme, twisted, and negative emotions gathered in high-dimensional space—passion for war, fear of the unknown, desire for destruction, despair from diseases—began to spontaneously and uncontrollably coagulate, intensify, and gradually nurtured independent wills. These wills greedily absorbed the similar emotions emanating from intelligent beings in the material universe, continuously strengthening themselves, and eventually...transformed into the 'High-dimensional Evil Gods' or, as you fearfully know them today, 'Demons.'

"The initial evil gods were three." It precisely stated, "Born from the extreme aggregation of the oldest and most widespread negative emotions of 'war,' 'conspiracy,' and 'plague.' They emerged in the long chaos after the fall of the 'Creators.' The fourth one... 'desire,' it came into existence much later and is closely related to a race called 'Elves,' whose emotions are inherently delicate and intense."

The hall fell silent.

Astra and the Golden Federation scholars inside his mecha were too shocked by the ancient secrets beyond imagination to speak.

This explained the origin of the "Divine Fragments," the origins of high-dimensional demons, and even partly explained why certain races are especially vulnerable to specific demons!

Bai E listened quietly, as numerous vague clues in his heart gradually connected.

He remembered Helen's description of the "Divine Fragments," remembered the "Ancient Clock" relic's feeling of being different from current technology, as if it "solidified rules," remembered his understanding of the threat from high-dimensional space evil gods.

It turned out that behind all this was a cosmic-scale war legacy so ancient and tragic.

But... that was very far, very far in the past.

Astra barely returned to his senses from the shock, realizing that the ancient presence of the 'Star Remnant Clan' before him was itself a living universe history book, its knowledge immeasurable.

But presently, he had more pressing immediate needs.

"Honorable being." Astra's voice carried sincerity and urgency, "Thank you for informing us of this lost history. It has made our understanding of the universe clearer. But as you can see, the current universe is facing a new, immense threat—the Bug Race.

They devour planets, destroy civilizations, and their expansion speed is astounding. Our civilizations, including the Golden Federation and the esteemed Bai E's New Bauhinia, are in deadly combat with the Bug Race. We have come to your 'Silent Royal Court,' hoping to find technology or knowledge that surpasses our current levels, to strengthen our power to repel the Bug Race and defend our homes. The legacy you hold from the 'Star Remnant Clan' and possibly the 'Creator' might be the key to our civilization's survival. We earnestly request your assistance.

Astra's words represented the Golden Federation and partly the mainstream civilizations of the Star Alliance in confronting the Bug Race threat.

The figure on the throne, the eerie blue flame burned calmly, showed no emotional fluctuation in response to Astra's impassioned plea.

It was silent for a moment, its cold gaze passing over Astra and finally landing on the 'Star Emperor' mecha piloted by Bai E.

Its gaze made Bai E feel a sense of being thoroughly "seen through," not just the mecha, but it was as if even his own spiritual energy traits, combat experiences, and even deeper aspects were scanned.

Then, the ancient will's voice sounded again, carrying a faint trace of extreme indifference...perplexity?

"The Bug Race...primitive plunderers devouring planets...are indeed a hassle." It acknowledged the Bug Race's existence and threat, but its tone remained detached, "But that is a challenge your era's civilization needs to face on its own. The 'Star Remnant Clan' has long since ended; I am merely a lingering observer. The legacy of the 'Creators'...is not a toy for dealing with threats of this level. The lessons of war, once is enough."

It clearly expressed its refusal.

However, its next words left Astra and Bai E dumbfounded.

The ancient will's "gaze" locked onto Bai E, the eerie blue flame flickering slightly, "As for the crisis you speak of...with him here, what are you worried about?"

"Him?" Astra instinctively looked towards Bai E's mecha.

"This individual..." For the first time, the ancient will's voice carried an evaluative tone, although still cold.

"His spiritual energy essence...is intriguing. It is neither purely 'Creator' legacy nor ordinary Spiritual Ability User. His existence itself seems to have inherent 'resistance' and 'attractiveness' to the high-dimensional chaos 'noise,' and those foreign plunderers? Contradictory yet unified...he has walked through high-dimensional space, touched 'fragments,' and even...briefly triggered 'rules.'

It paused, as if sensing something more profoundly.

"Seeking the technology of the 'Silent Royal Court' to combat the Bug Race?" The ancient will's voice carried a barely perceptible, perhaps mocking tone.

"You already possess a more direct, perhaps also more dangerous 'key.' But it seems you don't entirely understand how to use him or...don't dare to truly use him."

After saying this, the vast will began to slowly retreat like the tide.