I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 615 - 473: Erased History

A soft light emanated from the token, drawing Qin Tian's mind into the virtual realm.

He strode along a hallway decorated with cosmic designs, thrust open the doors of the hall carved with primordial symbols, and entered a splendid palace—vapor churned within, while several recognizable figures had already gathered around the central circular stone table.

"Mingwang, we were just waiting for you." Poseidon grinned and waved, his azure hair fluttering softly in the virtual currents.

Qin Tian hurried forward and claimed the vacant seat.

With a light laugh, Poseidon remarked, "Ares hung around for ages at our previous meeting, but you never showed up."

"Sorry about that; something unforeseen cropped up last time, and I couldn't break free," Qin Tian admitted openly, his voice tinged with regret.

"No problem, good to see you here now." Poseidon dismissed it with a gesture, surveying the group, "Time to begin. Months have passed since our last assembly. If anyone's got insights or issues needing input, speak freely—we'll brainstorm together."

Right after his words, Poseidon kicked things off: "I'll start us out. You all know I'm a Beastmaster, and this path stemmed from a boyhood find—a Spiritual Artifact that boosts Spirit Beasts. Its components and designs differ completely from the Empire's modern Spiritual Artifacts, so I deemed it an ancient relic and have hunted its origins since adulthood."

He halted, his voice turning grave: "Through the years, I've roamed dozens of worlds, delved into countless relic sites, and sifted through the Academy of Sciences' secret archives, but came up empty. That changed two months back when I uncovered a lead on Huyuan Star."

"In a curio bazaar there, I spotted a battered metal slab," Poseidon's fingers summoned a holographic image, revealing the faint etchings on the slab, "The script matches exactly what's on my artifact. Advanced scanners later dated it to at least ten thousand years old."

"That era prompted me to dig into ancient civilization logs, and what I found was..." Poseidon's tone faded, "Across every planet in the Empire's Nine Great Star Realms, the ten-thousand-year-old historical records are utterly devoid. No tales, no scripts, not a trace of artifacts confirming any society back then."

His revelation plunged the hall into hush.

Contemplative looks etched across all faces.

Cosmic societies cycle endlessly, with successive eras blooming and crumbling. Now, the Human Empire, Spirit Race, and Beastman Empire claim the Star Sea, but millennia prior, older powers surely thrived.

Normally, even total annihilation leaves wreckage, tablets, or relics, making this total "emptiness" profoundly strange.

A jolt hit Qin Tian's thoughts, inevitably linking to the Frozen Gate on Mingwang Planet.

From what he gathered, the Frozen Gate stayed sealed, its crux lying in the undeciphered inscriptions on the ice pillars.

Remember, the Empire's elite historians cluster there, yet a full month yielded no breakthroughs; those glyphs might hail from no cataloged history, mirroring Poseidon's "ten-thousand-year gap," from an undocumented age.

"I've always itched to unravel enigmas—the more obscure, the keener my drive." Poseidon shattered the quiet with a grin, "If this hooks you too, stay alert in your ventures—note odd archaic texts or timeless relics. We'll swap leads anytime. Together, we could crack it. I sense unveiling this will shake the Star Sea's very foundations."

"You've definitely sparked my curiosity," Athena agreed with a nod, curiosity gleaming in her gaze, "I'll task my team to scour old texts for potential leads."

"I'll watch for it too," True Martial Emperor added eagerly.

"Include me," Taoist Duobao flicked his horsetail whisk mildly and beamed, "My trove holds a few undated pieces; time to examine them properly."

Qin Tian, Ares, and the Great Spirit God nodded assent as well.

Pleased by the chorus of support, Poseidon beamed: "That's my piece done. Who's next?"

"I have something I want to consult everyone about."

The Great Spirit God's voice abruptly pierced the hall's calm.

Surprise flickered over all faces save Qin Tian's.

At prior meets, the Great Spirit God lurked silently, shunning chats or trades, haunting the edge like a specter—voicing up now was exceptional.

"Great Spirit God, what's up?" Athena queried first, eyes alight with interest.

The Great Spirit God lifted his hand, projecting a batch of images for all to view.

Captured from varied perspectives, the shots depicted one item: a jagged orb about a hundred meters wide, its crimson hide seeming to pulse with hidden blood, exuding a sinister vibe.

The setting was shadowy, buried far below ground.

"It looks ordinary at first, but that hue and form send chills." Poseidon fingered the image, voicing his gut reaction.

"True, these shots offer scant hints." Athena eyed the Great Spirit God, "Any other unique traits?"