Feel as if you are looking at the "self" in another time and space.

"Are you Cishi?" the major asked in fascination and confusion, "Does the rotation mean that victory and defeat are just illusions...is the same true for pain and joy? Tell me quickly!"

"My name is Kalki, and I need to find myself." The blond knight, who seemed to have traveled through time and space, reached out to him, "I will comfort you, just like your friend."

Karl looked at his slender hands, which were a pair of hands similar to his own. He stretched out his hands, and the moment the two hands touched, a bright light emitted.

"Your descendants will rebuild the empire above the stars...the fourth and final empire."

This mysterious and distant voice sounded again.

The fourth empire? Is this Plato? Kalki was in a trance, and his consciousness returned to the Shambala Cave from the storm of time and space. The Major Karl in front of him also seemed to have an expression as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"I will be with the losers because they have moved to the bottom of the wheel."

Suddenly, the brilliance of the entire light pillar was suddenly released, and the power was so powerful that everyone was in danger of being blinded by the huge light in front of them, so they instinctively covered their eyes, and the barrier disappeared immediately.

A dazzling and bright object like a star slowly rose from the top of the cave and fell down gracefully. The kneeling Karl unconsciously stretched out his hands to catch it. He stood up, with the star in his right hand.

It emits an extremely radiant light, illuminating everything.

Xuanji and Kalki were still watching this scene with concentration and breathlessness, but the power that brought them into this situation took them away in an instant. They already knew everything they could know.

Then, another picture appeared in front of them.

A group of losers of the world order retreated to the snowy mountain plateau with troops in different costumes. As allies in the war, they regained contact with this group of troops secretly hiding in the vast snowy mountains.

"It turns out that this is the origin of Plato's two core ethnic groups, the 'White Tiger' and the 'Blue Dragon'..." Kalki sighed in surprise, "The bloodline of the White Tiger... is the result of strict selection from the beginning, and the political status of the Blue Dragon

It’s from them that they bring the most money, and look! There are boxes of gold.”

Xuanji also seemed at a loss as to why these down-and-out aristocrats, wearing torn silk clothes and still pretending to be noble in front of the yellow-haired aliens who lived in distress, had their own ancestors.
Chapter completed!