As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

There was deathly silence in Kaya's room. Everyone was silent, digesting the information brought by Ron.

Every word Ron said was like a heavy mountain pressing on their hearts, making even breathing feel like a luxury.

Eight thousand years.

What a long time.

How many brilliant and talented people have appeared on the Dusk Continent?

In the first half of their lives, their abilities improved by leaps and bounds, and they became idols that everyone envied and admired. However, in the second half of their lives, they were wasted.

destroy.

These two words are like a mountain that is difficult to reach. They have trapped these brilliant predecessors for their entire lives and prevented them from taking that step. It is unknown how many predecessors and ancestors have even lost their lives in order to take this step.

And all this is just because of the shackles that heaven has put on all living beings.

why?

Why do you want to do this?

Why add such a shackle?

Could it be that the heavens do not allow the emergence of practitioners above the legendary realm in the Dusk Continent?

A thought quietly emerged in everyone's mind, but what followed was more questions.

Doubt, fear, despair, anger...

All kinds of emotions lingered in everyone's heart. For a moment, the atmosphere around seemed particularly depressing, and the air seemed to become heavy.

The gloomy atmosphere slowly flowed in the air like sticky ink.

"No." At this moment, Kaya's soft but firm voice tore through the gloom at the scene: "No, it's not like that... Although I have not experienced that era, I at least know that when the Twilight Dynasty was still there, hundreds of races were competing with each other. Masters of the Destruction Realm were not as numerous as dogs, but at least they were everywhere. Even demigod-level beings were not uncommon. Can they easily break the shackles of destiny?"

Ron looked at Kaya with admiration and had to admire the former saint for her profound knowledge.

Perhaps, her strength is not the strongest, but her knowledge reserves are definitely the richest.

But soon, the admiration on Ron's face turned into mockery: "How do you think the Twilight Dynasty fell?"

"Have you forgotten the so-called seal of the Church of Nature's Heart? Do the chains wrapped around the coffin that holds the remains of the last Dusk King look familiar?"

hum!

As soon as these words were spoken, they sounded like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears.

Almost everyone's body couldn't help but shake slightly. They felt as if their throats were blocked by something. Apart from the wheezing sound, they could no longer utter any normal syllables.

No, that's right.

After being reminded by Ron, they finally remembered that the chains wrapped around the ancient bronze coffin were exactly the same as the shackles of destiny that they had just glimpsed, in style and even the symbols carved on the surface.

Apart from the difference in size and thickness, there is almost no difference.

Some terrible speculation came to their minds, but this speculation was so shocking that they did not dare to speak out their guesses. Unconsciously, a layer of dense small bumps appeared on each of their bodies.

The fear that came from the deepest part of their souls made their hands and feet cold.

They were unwilling to speak, but Ron was ruthlessly peeling away the things they were trying so hard to maintain.

Very cruel and ruthless.

But, this is the truth.

Ron's mouth curled up in a cold arc, and the mockery on his face became more and more intense: "Those things in the sky will never allow any power in the lower world that can threaten their status and existence."

"Once upon a time, the Twilight Dynasty possessed this kind of power, and the Twilight Dynasty was destroyed."

"They even said that in order to prevent the Twilight Dynasty from rising again, they cut the body of the last Twilight King into seven parts: the head, torso, limbs, and heart. Each part was suppressed in a different Orthodox church headquarters, and they were never allowed to rise again."

"It is said that the last king of the Twilight Dynasty was cruel and bloodthirsty. He ate children from all races and loved to eat human hearts the most..."

"But who can guarantee that these are true?"

"I have been to the Twilight Temple before. Why are the contents recorded in the documents I saw in the Twilight Temple so different from the legends of the Twilight Continent?"

"During the reign of the last Twilight King, the Twilight Continent was the most prosperous in tens of thousands of years. Even the powerful dragons numbered over 100,000. But look at the present, before the demise of the dragon race, how many were there? Only about 10,000."

"The fall of the Twilight Dynasty was a lie from beginning to end. It was not because of its cruelty and tyranny that it caused the crusade of hundreds of races. The real reason for its fall was that the existence of the Twilight Dynasty posed a threat to certain beings in the sky, nothing more."

"And just to prevent the emergence of another Twilight Dynasty, the beings in the sky have shackled every living being on the Twilight Continent and added restrictions, so that the lives on the Twilight Continent will never have the chance to step into the realm of destruction again."

"Even if there really is such a brilliant genius who breaks through this level, there are still layers of hardships waiting for him."

Gudong.

There were bursts of swallowing sounds all around.

Every word Ron said was like a ghost whispering in their ears. They didn't want to listen, didn't want to accept this reality, but the voice silently passed through their ears and got into their heads, making their minds buzz.

"Huh..." After an unknown amount of time, the former Saint Kaya, who had the most knowledge, was the first to digest all of this information: "Sir, how much do you know about what happened eight thousand years ago? Can you tell us everything?"

People are curious.

Even though the truth may be horrible, they still want to know it.

No one wants to live a humble life, being kept in captivity by a more powerful being, just like... piglets in a pigsty, chickens in a chicken coop.

Ron smiled: "Do you really want to know the truth?"

"I'm not afraid to tell you... the things I've told you may have already reached the limit of what you can accept. The rest of the content... may overturn your worldview. Knowing so much may not be a good thing for you."

“You’ll go crazy.”

The last sentence, "You will go crazy," was spoken in a very soft voice, but it inexplicably carried a chilling magic that made people shudder. Everyone couldn't help but shiver.

But people are like this, once curiosity arises, they can no longer control it. The more likely the news is to bring disaster to themselves, the more curious they are.

Although they were swallowing their saliva, the expectations deep in their hearts were completely aroused. Their eyes were staring at Ron, obviously looking forward to what Ron would say next.

Ron is a pretty good storyteller.

His voice was neither hurried nor slow, but it carried a kind of bewitching power.

He began to narrate the story bit by bit, starting from the scene he saw when he came into contact with the Nine-Step Heavenly Stele. His vivid and moving narration made everyone feel as if they had witnessed the birth of the Dusk Continent with their own eyes.

When they heard that the first life forms born on the Dusk Continent were actually a group of prehistoric giant beasts, the expressions on their faces looked extremely strange. This was completely different from the common sense they had.

According to the widely circulated saying on the Dusk Continent, shouldn't the gods be the first to be born in this world? The gods came first, and after their birth, they created humans, dragons, giants, elves, orcs and many other intelligent races.

But why, according to Ron, the first life to be born in the world would be a group of ignorant and unintelligent beasts?

Clearly, what Ron said sounded like a fairy tale to them, but they didn't know what was going on. They always felt that what Ron said might be the truth.

After the wild beasts, the Dusk tribe was born.

What followed was an explosion of intelligent life, as dragons, giants, and humans began to appear on the historical stage of the Dusk Continent.

When they heard that the dragons, humans and other intelligent creatures were able to survive on the Dusk Continent in the beginning entirely relying on the care of the Dusk Clan, their brows were furrowed tightly.

It’s a mess, a mess, everything is a mess.

No wonder Ron said that listening to him might drive them crazy. No wonder the history Ron described was so different from the common sense they were familiar with.

Everyone at the scene felt that their worldviews were suffering from an unprecedented shock, and it seemed that they could collapse at any time.

However, Ron didn't care how much impact his words would have on others. Since he had already started talking, there was no reason to stop.

The history that Ron was telling continued, starting from how the Dusk tribe led hundreds of races to fight their way out of the Dusk continent in the ancient barbaric era, to the establishment of the Dusk Dynasty, and how the first Dusk King ascended the throne amid the worship of hundreds of races.

The story begins with the invaders tearing through space and landing on the Dusk Continent, and ends with the death of the first Dusk King in a fierce battle with the invaders.

From the first Dusk King, who evolved the rules with his body and soul, to how the invaders created gods, angels, and evil gods.

The story begins with the inexplicable deaths of successive Twilight Kings, and ends with the determination of the world line and the fall of the Twilight Dynasty.

It begins with the first war of the gods against the administrators, and ends with the evil spirit disaster thousands of years ago. It begins with the birth and fall of Archibald the Blasphemer, and ends with the emergence of Saint Partridge, and then the inheritance of the Guardian of Destiny.

From the cemetery of gods to the destruction of the dragon clan.

Then, it was the revival of the black beast and the young god, which was the administrator's real goal.

This is tens of thousands of years of history. Even if Ron is a good speaker, he would still feel dry-mouthed if he only picked out the most important nodes from this long period of time to talk about.

It would take a long time just to tell this history. When Ron finally stopped talking, picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, the sky outside was already turning pale.

It will take even longer to digest this history.

When I looked up, I saw faces filled with shock, astonishment, disbelief, and even some madness.

Even Philomena and Niafu were shocked. Many of the things Ron described were secrets that neither of them knew.

Crazy, really crazy.

They originally thought that the news that the first life in the world was not gods but just a group of beasts without any intelligence was shocking enough, but who could have thought that this was just pediatrics of pediatrics.

Everything Ron described easily overturned their beliefs.

Faith is collapsing silently.

They were unwilling to believe that what Ron said was true. The gods they believed in were actually powerful creatures created by a group of foreign invaders, but these powerful creatures betrayed the existence of their creators.

However, deep down in my heart, I couldn't help but have a strong urge to believe.

If what Ron said was false, then where did the chains around their necks come from?

Why did the powerful dragon clan inexplicably disappear overnight?