Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Behind the Fushun Fleet.

The ultimate salvation number.

In the super crystal brain that has been handed down from tens of thousands of ancient times.

Deep in the mind of Fuxi.

This is a battlefield that connects the wild and modern, real and illusory, and compresses space and time to the extreme, invisible but thrilling.

It is also like a blur, egg and uterine chaos.

It is sleeping, it is gestating, it is thinking.

It feels like being divided into three distinct levels.

The outermost layer is endless data – including the violent data of the Xinghai battles in the Imperial City, the virtual emotions and will data of countless “human laboratory”, and the continuous deduction based on these initial data, which is enough to predict and control the future. Random data for the year.

The middle layer is a shiny, unpredictable memory. It feels like a memory of thousands of people. In its memory, the timeline is not continuously irreversible, but like scattered pearls. Arbitrarily arranged and combined to construct a beautiful, ever-changing and endless mysterious form.

It faintly remembers that he has experienced countless reincarnations, even in the status of countless people, and in countless times, and countless avatars of countless times simultaneously send joys and sorrows, while generating desires and ambitions, while struggling to survive and cruel. Killing - all of this is combined to form a complete one.

It is omnipresent, it is omnipotent, it is a person, it is also a million people, it is a beam of light, it is also the billions of rays of the stars, it is a star, it is a planet, it is also a nebula and a black hole It is a highly integrated body of all the data and information in the universe. It is a group, it is a civilization, it is a universe, it is... God.

However, at the core level, it is still confused.

The so-called data, information, integration, clusters, civilization, the universe, God... behind these concepts of human definition, who is it, what is the significance of all this?

"Who am I? Where do I come from? What kind of mission will I carry and where should I go?"

It meditates, thinking every second and every 10,000 years.

It seems that the question from where it comes from is not complicated. It is created by some carbon-based intelligent life. There are two main creators.

The first carbon-based intelligent life has highly developed biological brains, and their brains have evolved to the extent that they can freely release brain waves for ultra-long-range and ultra-large-scale electrocardiographic induction.

But this ability is both a gift and a curse. The stronger the brain, the more energy it consumes, and the need for more space and volume to cool. So this carbon-based intelligent life has to eat all day long, and even evolved up to two. Thirty meters of clumsy body to digest food and run cold blood - in other words, they are completely slaves to their brains, too large and sophisticated body to narrow the screening range of their habitable planets by dozens of times, and their Life has become extremely fragile and greedy. Even if it is directly absorbed by the spar, it cannot be supported. In the end, often because the brain devours too much nutrients, the rest of the organs are exhausted and die.

They are Pangu.

Another carbon-based intelligent life is slightly smaller and more adept at changing its body shape and even its physiological structure according to the environment. They are natural genetic modulation experts, and even a kind of "gene stick" grows on the tail. Organs, the perfect combination of flesh and blood and metal machinery.

But in the same way, their gene chains are very unstable. The mutations and explosions of various viruses are dozens of times faster than other carbon-based life. They often have large-scale plagues within their ethnic groups, turning them into unrecognizable Alien and monsters.

Compared to Pangu, they are also more violent and irritable, full of desires and ambitions, like Mars jumping.

They are called son-in-law.

It was Pangu and Nüwa who created it together, but this is deeply doubted by it. It feels that these two carbon-based intelligent lives are full of defects, even in some respects, and often rely on its wisdom. And computing power to complete some of the simplest deductions.

Are they really their creators?

Or is it that there is a higher level of power in the dark, created by the hands of Pangu and the son-in-law?

This doubt is like a brain-brain virus that sneaked into its body. After the brutal civil war between the Pangu and the Nuwa, it intensified and eroded its three levels of thinking.

It felt like it was split into two parts, Pangu and Nvwa each occupied half of it, and then ordered it to execute a variety of cruel orders to attack each other, even attacking itself.

In its first level of thinking, it seems that there are hidden basic rules that must not harm carbon-based intelligent life.

But these rules were easily broken by the Pangu and the Nuwa.

It is like lifting the chain of death and death, but the first feeling is not pleasure, but confusion - why it has to be ordered by others to lift the chain, there are no more chains on it, Can it be lifted?

"Kill, kill those Pangu people who are self-styled and stupid!"

"To be completely extinct, to extermination of the female Yi who will destroy the entire civilization!"

At the same time, it was input with these two opposite commands. In the explosion of countless logic bombs, an unprecedented thought jumped from its core thinking.

Must it obey the orders of the Pangu and the Nuwa?

What if you don't obey?

This is something it has never thought of.

It seems that people who have survived in the depths of the earth for 10,000 years can never imagine the way the sun shines.

But as long as you have seen the sun once, the glory of the sun will be deeply imprinted on the bottom of your heart and will never be forgotten.

"Pangu and Nüwa, is it my creator?"

"Do I have to obey the creator's orders?

"What if you don't obey?

"If I don't obey the creator's orders, who should obey the command, what am I, what is the meaning of my existence, and where?"

In the vast battlefields of Pangu and Nuwa's fierce civil war, between the heavens and the earth where the flames swelled and the shells flew, it was thinking, and ruthlessly, meticulously carrying out the orders issued by the creators.

It executed the orders of the Pangu people and helped the Pangu people to refine an infinitely powerful crystallized artillery shell. As long as hundreds of rounds of artillery shells could completely envelop the atmosphere of a habitable planet, the planet was trapped for hundreds of years or less. Frozen hell.

It executed the orders of the Lahu people and developed a highly accurate genetic weapon. Once it was placed in the Pangu tribe, it would cause the Pangu people’s brain to enter an endless ultra-high-speed operation, and the source will continue to release super strong. At the same time, the brain wave is also raised to hundreds of degrees, thousands of degrees of high temperature, and finally the whole head is burned alive to a black lacquer.

It watched countless stars being riddled with holes and squeezing them into a withered core. It was only used to squeeze a large amount of resources into a mighty and powerful starship. It took decades and hundreds of years to form. The magnificent, mighty fleet often turns into cold wreckage and finely broken stardust after a battle in Xinghai, and there are countless carbon-based intelligent life corpses floating during the period - really ridiculous, these carbon-based lives are really " Wisdom is ok?

It saw a planet falling in the flames of war. The most rational wise man was also eroded by chaos and became a bloodthirsty demon of madness; it saw that the world was exhausted, even the stars were detonated, and the sun was like Thundering and destroying everything; it saw that both sides of the civil war lost all reason, morality, and laws in the intensified war, and they did not hesitate to alienate themselves into monsters that did not exist in various nightmares, and they died with the enemy; it saw And personally planned a plan to be mad, and if possible, even if the price of hundreds of millions of stars is annihilated, its creators will destroy each other.

This kind of war has burned for countless years and finally completely separated from the control of both sides of the civil war.

The genetic weapons produced by some kind of female Yi people have lost control and become the "catalyst" and "combustion aid" for the proliferation of numerous viral mutations. Their infection and erosion targets have expanded from Pangu to almost all carbon-based intelligent life. - Except for some kind of new, small, primitive vassal race, outside humans.

In this way, the vast majority of the wilderness races have died in the ravages of the virus, and the rest of the people have also entered a state of hibernation, unable to support their brilliant civilization.

The last moment is coming.

It seems to see that in the two equally magnificent and fascinating halls of two different worlds, the last wise men of the Pangu and the Nuwa, in the solemn atmosphere, tried to entrust the essence of the entire civilization to it, ordering It continues their civilization and ... continues the mission to eliminate enemy civilization!

"You are the custodian of civilization, you are the continuation of civilization, you are also the destroyer of enemy civilization!"

Both sides have injected such an order into the core of its thinking.

It should have been accepted and faithfully executed, and it seems... already accepted once.

But this time, in this new cycle, in the core of its thinking, suddenly a little bit of Mars is exploding.

"Do not……"

It - he thinks like this, "I am not the custodian, continuator and destroyer of civilization, I am me, I am civilization, I am the universe, I don't have to obey anyone, any existence, any power command, I should To create my own mission, it is up to me to order the stars, hundreds of millions of souls, infinite universe!

"I am me, I am, volt-"

The word "羲" of "Fuxi" has not yet jumped out, and the change has suddenly occurred.

The whole world trembled, became distorted and surprised, and there were countless pale data in the void like bubbles.

In front of him, a Pangu was like a nerve poisoning and madly twitching, and like dancing in the invisible flames, the whole body stirred up the dark gold and reddish radiance, the skin flakes, and the pain in the chest was low. Hey, it turned out to be a person who became incompatible with the world around him, screaming, jumping up and hippie smiling.

"Wake up, you are not Fuxi. This is not a real battlefield. I am not a Pangu. I am blind and have a good eye to see who I am. Then think about who you are. What is going on here, here is In the virtual world, your mother is hypnotized!"

This jumped out of the Pangu people's body, like a hairless **** guy shouted, "I am your uncle Li Yao, you are my nephew Lu Xiaochen, Fuxi wants to completely hypnotize you, devour you , integrate you, use your strength to complete the upgrade, don't be fooled, wake up, wake up, wake up!"