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“Hello, Mr. Dongfang. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Greetings, High Priest. May I address you as such?” Dongfang Chen asked politely.

“Either is fine.” The High Priest nodded.

“High Priest, what brings you here to see me?” Dongfang Chen inquired.

“My reason for meeting you today is to make a difficult request.” The High Priest spoke slowly.

“Please, speak!” Dongfang Chen had a slight premonition.

Generally, such a statement implies a request for help. And if the High Priest is involved, it certainly won't be a small matter.

Before the High Priest even opened his mouth, he was already searching for reasons to decline.

“The upcoming Great Moda sacrificial ceremony next month must be disrupted. We have foreseen that if their sacrifice succeeds, humanity will decline.”

“Indeed, that is possible.” Dongfang Chen nodded.

He was now very clear that Great Moda was a puppet civilization controlled by the remnants of Sirius. Their sacrificial ceremony must have a very important purpose.

“Therefore, I plan to mobilize the entire tribe to completely annihilate them.”

Hearing the High Priest's words, Dongfang Chen's heart was touched.

Logically, this matter concerned all of humanity, yet they were selflessly taking up this banner.

Their spirit was commendable, but their approach was too risky.

If they failed, there would be no turning back.

Conversely, perhaps it was because humanity was preoccupied with its own agendas that the remnants of Sirius were able to survive until now, making them impossible to eliminate.

“Since you can foresee the future of humanity, can't you predict the success or failure of this operation?” Dongfang Chen asked.

“Our prophetic abilities are not omnipotent. They can only foresee large-scale events, but not the specific details.” The High Priest explained.

“I see.” Dongfang Chen nodded.

“Indeed. If this attack fails, I hope you can look after my people.” The High Priest stated his request.

“High Priest, I'm sorry, but I cannot grant your request. I am an outsider and fear I cannot bear this responsibility.” Dongfang Chen was startled and immediately refused.

This was simply absurd. The thought of managing those Mayans immediately overwhelmed him.

What outsider could manage the affairs of a native people? Historically, there has likely never been a successful precedent.

“You need not worry. I only ask that you offer assistance if my people face the threat of extinction.”

“High Priest, I believe you should consider finding internal solutions to ensure the continuation of your people, rather than placing your hopes on outsiders.”

“You are right, I spoke rashly.” The High Priest was not angry.

“It's nothing. What I can promise is that as long as I have crystals, I can sell you the most advanced weapons. I believe with the protection of these weapons, your people will have no problem surviving.”

“Many thanks!” The High Priest nodded with a smile.

“Actually, you didn't understand what he meant.” After the signal was cut off, the robot Mongka beside him spoke.

“What do you mean?” Dongfang Chen asked.

“He wants you to inherit their property.” The robot explained.

“Huh?” Dongfang Chen was stunned.

Is that what he meant? He hadn't understood at all.

“Why are you so surprised? Their ancestors were actually people from Dragon Country.” The robot said.

“What does their ancestry have to do with anything?” Dongfang Chen didn't understand.

“Just because you don't think it matters doesn't mean they don't.” The robot said with a profound tone.

“You mean…” Dongfang Chen seemed to understand a little.

“That's right. This is an inherent flaw in humanity, their way of thinking is limited by their level of understanding. In fact, all yellow-skinned people were cultivated by me hundreds of thousands of years ago. It's just that the Laventa people have a memory inheritance function in their DNA, which allows them to a certain extent to obtain the memories of their ancestors.”

“The Laventa tribe?” Dongfang Chen had never heard of them.

“Yes, the people you just met are Laventa people.” The robot nodded.

“Aren't they Mayans?”

“Maya is what you call them.” The robot said.

“Okay, then what did you mean just now when you said he wanted me to inherit their property?”

“It's simple, you treat them as outsiders, but they treat you as one of their own.” The robot bluntly pointed out the key point.

“You mean, we are also some kind of Laventa people?” Dongfang Chen's worldview was shattered.

“That's hard to say. Since we're all people from Dragon Country, intermarriage was very common a billion years ago. Besides, when I carried out the cultivation mission 500,000 years ago, I didn't deliberately distinguish between races, so how can I tell them apart?” The robot said.

“……” Dongfang Chen was speechless.

Was it that casual?

Was Dragon Country so careless when formulating plans?