Chapter 2: Oppression of the Stars
Immediately after the Void Ones gained new hegemony in the starry sky and galaxy, it poured out its destructive fury.
Wherever they go, they are dilapidated and the suffocating prosperity disappears in an instant. Time flies, thousands of years pass by, and now the world of terror begins to be rebuilt.
The Void Ones were destroyed by a competitive dynasty, and the lives of most life forms finally regained some stability.
However, our attention turns to a young man named Yuan Jing Hanxi - a twenty-seven-year-old Sondaemusculus. He is a descendant of Shajing Lingja, but today he and his people have been living under the oppression of the Jin Dynasty for a long time.
Ironically, those once arrogant Sand Whale Linjia, who claimed to dominate the galaxy, are now trampled under the feet of the small group they once ruled and had different cultural evaluations.
The ancestors of these creatures were once the wisest philosopher kings in the interstellar world, but they have fallen here, being ridden by the cycle of the history of their former subjects, like a silent sigh, mocking the glory and success of the past.
Yuan's home planet, Lush Green, often carries news of hate crimes and anti-Sand Whale propaganda. The shadows on this land continuously tear apart the souls already scarred by suffering.
The whole galaxy in fact, stirs with some subconscious hatred for Yuan's kind. Yet, the races of the galaxy all understand that the starting point of life is never something one can choose. It is the arrangement of fate, orchestrated solely by the will of God. Some are born bathed in the light of fortune, only to end up in desolation and abandonment. Others begin in the depths of adversity but endure the trials and climb to great heights.
If you happen to be born into one of the so-called "lesser" species, you are destined to face the tests and pain of fate. Only with an open heart and silent resilience can one find a path to survival amidst the thorns.
In this turbulent universe, every life is sculpted by time—some destroyed, some elevated. Yet, the tragedy lies in the fact that the innocent must always pay the price for the prejudices of history.