After a long time, the temple courtyard remained silent.
The monks were shocked by the woman's words, and for a moment, they looked at each other, not knowing how to respond.
The wisest and eldest monk said timely:
"But you said they have perished, when they recreate the world, will they still be them?"
"A ship needs all its parts replaced once every hundred years; after thousands of years, is the ship that has had all its parts replaced still the original ship?"
"Perhaps even its name has been forgotten in the pages of history?"
After a long silence, the woman said, "I will not let the day of extinction truly come."
"I will constantly calculate, calculating the past and future of civilization, to bring the best outcome to the present."
The wisest and eldest monk was moved by the woman's persistence, and finally he sighed helplessly, pointing to another mountain peak, which loomed in the distant mist.
