The representative of the Highland Tauren began to explain the contents of their Fragnts of History in detail.
According to the records contained within those fragnts, a Chosen One was theoretically the strongest existence of their era.
The reason this was only true in theory rather than in reality was because there seed to have once been an era in which the Chosen One had been killed by soone else. Naturally, in that era, the strongest existence had no longer been the Chosen One.
However, no matter how one looked at it, Chosen Ones possessed trendous advantages, and they also bore so kind of special mission.
Once they reached the pinnacle, the greatest difference between a Chosen One and an ordinary Awakener lay in the fact that a Chosen One would have mastered more rules.
The more rules one mastered, and the deeper one’s understanding of those rules beca, the greater the strength one could display.
However, once they reached the pinnacle, the difference in strength between a Chosen One and an ordinary Awakener actually beca difficult to predict.
After all, one’s comprehension of the rules ultimately depended on their own insight and talent. There had even once been a peak powerhouse of an ordinary class who survived through two entire eras!
Apart from their rapid growth in strength, the most special thing about Chosen Ones was that their appearance often coincided with the final years of an era.
Disaster could descend at any mont. In fact, the entire era itself might already be approaching destruction.
Furthermore, Chosen Ones themselves would also face countless hardships.
The simplest example was sothing everyone already knew: the first challenge every Chosen One had to face ca from their Mirror Image.
If a Chosen One could not subdue their Mirror Image, then the speed at which they increased their level would be severely affected.
Ordinary Awakeners, on the other hand, did not have to deal with this problem at all.
However, whether one was a Chosen One or an ordinary Awakener, everyone’s interests were ultimately aligned when facing the final disaster.
In the face of the ultimate catastrophe, almost no one would be able to remain uninvolved.
The information shared by the Highland Tauren caused solemn expressions to appear on the faces of the representatives of the myriad races.
This was especially true for the representatives of the smaller races. All this ti, many of them had been kept completely in the dark.
Yet today, the information revealed by the Highland Tauren had made them realize that this world could be destroyed at any mont.
Just how terrifying was that?
After the Highland Tauren finished sharing their intelligence, the next race to speak, according to the order of the eting, was humanity.
As the representative of the human race, Caesar stood up and began explaining the wall full of Fragnts of History that he had brought with him.
The beings who had created the Instances were an alien civilization that existed in a higher dinsion.
They had already departed from this universe, but perhaps they were still secretly observing everything from so unknown location.
All of the ga invasions, as well as the final disaster, were nothing more than a cruel trial imposed upon the myriad races.
Compared to the information shared by the Highland Tauren, the intelligence revealed by humanity opened the door to an entirely new world for the myriad races.
After Caesar finished his explanation, expressions of disbelief appeared on the faces of all the representatives present.
In an instant, the entire conference hall fell into complete silence.
After a brief mont of stunned silence, an expression of sudden realization appeared on the face of the Highland Tauren representative.
If that was truly the case, then all the causes and consequences finally made sense.
In addition, Caesar revealed another even more crucial piece of information: the formation of the different worlds had actually been the result of them being deliberately divided apart.
While the representatives of the myriad races were discussing the matter with growing intensity, Kate impatiently played with her curly hair.
She had absolutely no interest in things like Fragnts of History. She simply felt that etings were unbelievably boring.
She could no longer sit still and wanted to go outside for a walk.
However, just as she was about to leave, Donald appeared beside her at so unknown point in ti.
"Miss Kate, there is a question I would like to ask you. When do you intend to return to your original body?"
In truth, when Donald had discovered that Caelan’s Mirror Image was actually female, he had been incredibly shocked.
Faced with Donald’s question, a cold smile appeared on Kate’s face.
"You’re standing awfully close to . Aren’t you afraid I might kill you?"
Donald revealed his signature gentlemanly smile. He adjusted his bow tie before speaking with a pleasant expression.
"In truth, I certainly believe that Miss Kate possesses the ability to kill . However, please do not forget that this is, after all, a conference of the Alliance of All Races. Our elf race also has many peak powerhouses present here."
"With your current strength, killing while they are protecting should not be quite so easy, should it?"
Kate gave Donald a deep look. A mont later, the corners of her lips curved upward as she answered.
"I’m different from other Mirror Images. My dear big brother has already promised that he won’t make disappear."
The reason Kate had not attacked Donald imdiately was precisely because she could sense the auras of the powerful Awakeners surrounding them.
"So that is how it is."
A thoughtful expression appeared on Donald’s face.
He suddenly realized that Kate’s existence differed trendously from the information he possessed regarding Mirror Images.
That alone was enough to prove that Kate was extrely special.
However, Donald had no intention of pressing the conversation any further for now, lest he arouse Kate’s suspicion.
Besides, as far as the elf race was concerned, the later Kate returned to her original body, the more valuable her existence would beco to them.
Ideally, the two sides would be able to establish a cooperative relationship. If that happened, then the elf race might once again reclaim its forr greatness.
"Miss Kate, you seem to find this place rather boring, do you not? Should you have no objections, I would be happy to show you around."
Faced with Donald’s enthusiastic invitation, Kate revealed an expression of refusal. She waved her hand and replied in a firm tone,
"My brother told not to talk to strangers."
Donald was montarily taken aback. Then, the smile on his face grew even warr.
"Miss Kate, I do not believe our relationship can still be described as that of strangers, can it?"
"Think carefully. We already beca acquainted earlier, did we not?"
"Besides, I believe it is perfectly possible for the two of us to maintain a good relationship. What do you think?"
Faced with Donald’s invitation, a faint chill surfaced on Kate’s face.
Although she was relatively innocent and sotis failed to understand worldly sches and social maneuvering, that did not an Kate was stupid.
On the contrary, her intelligence was no inferior to Caelan’s.
Kate calmly stared at Donald before going straight to the point.
"So, Mr. Donald, are you trying to invite to cooperate with you? Or are you trying to win over?"
"No, no, no. That is not my intention at all."
Donald repeatedly waved his hands before taking the initiative to explain himself.
"Truthfully, I have no particular interest in this so-called battle of destiny. If, at so point in the future, your strength becos great enough, then I will choose to hand my inheritance item over to you of my own accord!"
"As a friend, you would not kill , would you?"
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