Despair was etched on the old man's face. He looked at the members of the team beside him, his expression filled with apology.
"I shouldn't have brought you here. I have no sway over the will of my people."
A nearby soldier was still confused. "But the Prophet Hundred Phases hasn't attacked us. We should be fine, right?"
"You just aren't its target. Once it eliminates its primary objective, it will come for you," the old man explained. "The Prophet Hundred Phases is a secret of the Transparent Race. The leader won't let you leave."
He sighed helplessly. "When the Hundred Phases appears, all flesh is destroyed. That is the rule."
"What exactly is that thing?" the soldier asked, still confused.
"They are our ancestors." The old man's words were stunning.
Then, the old man began to recount the origin of the Prophet Hundred Phases.
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A long time ago, when the immortal things first came to this world, the Transparent Race People resolved to drive them out.
