Who Left Their Last Words Here?

[The Great Expedition is a colossal lie! The “Golden Fleece” that created the Twelve Primordial Gods... could it be the umbilical cord of those above?] [The Mother of Ten Thousand Limbs in Heaven shattered thirty thousand years ago... That egg named “Morningstar”... is probably no ladder to ascension!] [Beware the moon! An anomalous signal came from its surface... Its source calls itself the Guanghan Ark... possibly from the lost civilization of Yin Ruins...] [It said... Do not answer!] The Cambrian ice fields, the Triassic wastelands, the Ordovician deep sea... Bai Zhou walked alone among the remnants of the old world. Only he could hear the dead whispering their echoes [Ha! Who would’ve thought I buried the Silver City’s secret hoard right underneath this place?] “Did you know there’s a trove from a precursor civilization beneath this interrogation room? The ghosts are getting restless.” Bai Zhou looked at the writhing crimson characters beneath his feet and blinked. “But it’s fine. Dealing with them is my job.” After a long silence, the young policewoman neatly wrote “Enjoys committing crimes late at night; strongly suspected of schizophrenia, grave robbing, and other serious offenses” on the file, then slammed the table and stood up: “Cut the act! There are no ghosts or monsters in this world!” “Have you ever seen one?” “No.” “Then you’re welcome.” Bai Zhou smiled modestly. “...?”