The entire Milky Way Galaxy was currently in a primitive and unenlightened stage.
Not only was its technological development lagging, but there was also no trace of any Extraordinary Power.
If not for his existence, perhaps this epic-scale Insect Race invasion would have stimulated humanity's potential, allowing it to leap forward an entire civilizational stage in an extremely short time.
But it was also possible that this catalyst would fail, and humanity would go extinct, vanishing into the river of time.
Zhao Rui's hesitation stemmed from whether or not he should give humanity extra protection.
This was his home, his roots. Even if the people and places he knew were long gone, the history and the struggles to which he had once dedicated himself remained.
Even that quietly spinning blue planet.
They were all memories he couldn't bear to part with.
He wasn't sure if he could achieve true immortality; at least, he didn't have that ability yet.
