Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Li Yao raised a black sea water and found it to be a mixture of mucus and sand grains, sprinkling from his fingers in a very strange way.

It appears that the collapse of the spiritual realm has affected the core logic layer and that even the dynamic model of seawater cannot remain stable, leading to all kinds of strange changes.

This is a cold and clear world, and Li Yao does not perceive too strong a breath of life.

The only thing that can be described as "life” along the beach is that it's everywhere on the beach, like a flimsy ball, but with countless tentacles, like a strange mixture of crabs and jellyfish.

These bizarre giant crabs are still motionless, smelling like rot, dying or “living”.

Naturally, they are not virtual life created by the spiritual world itself, but the artificial intelligence that was added when the spiritual world was constructed, and the original plan was to use them to modulate the original oceans, monitor data changes in virtual seawater, and accelerate the birth of virtual life.

However, with the collapse of the spiritual world, not only has virtual life not been born, but even these core databases of artificial intelligence have become increasingly lengthy and cumbersome, with massive data spills, trapped in a cycle of death and unable to run any instructions.

“Boom... boom... boom...”

In the purple sky, the serrated clouds rolled powerlessly, and there was a beating thunder, but the thunder was only the front half but not the back half, like a cock stuck in the neck, the sound of a sudden stop sounded unspeakable and painful.

On the other side of the beach, an infinite city, Li Yao has a great view and finds that this ultra-modern city is also like one of the worst earthquake and meteorite bombardments ever experienced. There are debris walls everywhere, explosions and burning traces of bear flames, which look more desperate and lonely than the Black Sea.

“Hello...”

The spirit realm gives Li Yao a very uncomfortable feeling.

It's as if the whole universe is left with only this crumbling world, and he's the only one left in this crumbling world.

He couldn't help but shrink his neck and scream.

Longyangjun, Wei Qingqing and Professor Xie Wufeng and other visiting team members actually came to the beach not far from him, but no one answered his call.

When Li Yao finally found the great army, wondering why they did not respond to themselves, he found that both the mysterious Dragon Yang King, the knowledgeable Professor Xie Wufeng, and the spiritual Wei Qingqing, as well as all the members of the expedition team, were all stunned at the beach.

Li Yao stretched his neck and looked up at the beach. He also slowly opened his mouth.

He saw a long roll, or hundreds of sand paintings, from the end to the end of the beach.

The original sandbrush technique was very juvenile, like a child picking up a branch of a tree and stroking it on the beach, couldn't understand what it was, it was a completely messy line.

Gradually, the sand painting had its own content and skeleton. Although it still looked so young, it did not have a rough style, which reminded Li Yao of the murals left by the cavemen deep in the cave.

The sand painting appears to be deep in the pristine ocean, with all kinds of strange things, such as light landed fungus blankets, monoalgae, parrot nuts, and trichlorfon.

As the various primitive marine life gradually evolved, the brush strokes of the sand paintings became more sophisticated and the content was more and more sophisticated. With fine sand grains, a long roll of biological evolution was depicted in a dramatic and lifelike manner.

Marine life, reptiles, mammals, primates, the pointing of Pan Ancient civilization, the birth of modern humans, the division of humankind, war and development, the growing scale and complexity of sand paintings, from the plane to the 3D, until the end, can no longer be called “sand paintings”, but a massive sand sculpture - a man and a woman and two lovely little friends, sitting alone on the surface of a planet full of sores, with meaty little hands holding on to the mumps, like looking up to the stars.

But in front of them are the gravestones of density and numbness - the gravestones of mankind.

In the eyes of the two children, which were made of gravel, they could not see a little light. There was no sadness, no fear, no anger at the tombstone that drowned the entire world.

Li Yao swallowed the spit with difficulty. He felt that such a long roll of sand painting was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

By the way, this is the door to the Spark Base. It's also a sand painting version that's really half-step too illusory!

However, at the end of the "evolutionary path" created by Professor Mo Xuan, humans were replaced by large, silver and white spheres made of liquid metal, similar to his own.

But at the end of this sand painting, despite the fact that the entire planet is covered with human tombstones, there are still two kids looking up at the sky, so what does that mean?

Li Yao had a dry tongue and asked Xie Wufeng softly: “Professor Xie, what does this mean? Who left this sand painting, Professor Mo Xuan? ”

“I don't know, but... it's weird. ”

Professor Xie Wufeng shrugged, “Everything in the spirit world is calculated in real time, like the real world will constantly change. You can see that the tide here is weak and slow, but it still exists, and from the shape of the beach, not long ago, the tide was much more intense than it is now, and the sea water when the tide rises is enough to submerge the sand painting. ”

“Exactly. ”

Wei Qingqing also said, "Although the spiritual world of the past collapsed, it was not completely stationary, but it was more violent and irregular. It was a landslide crack, lightning thunder, wind whistle, shock and wave. If the sand painting was left at that time, it would definitely be erased, or, in other words, ‘deleted'. ”

“That is...”

Li Yao pondered carefully for a moment, “This sand painting was not left until not long ago, when the ‘vitality’ of the spiritual world was gradually depleted and transformed into a dying and still world?

“That was almost the critical moment when Professor Mo Xuan was about to launch his final plan. What was he doing here leaving such a strange mark? If he had to ‘express’ something, the illusion of the Spark Base would be enough to articulate his ideas.

“Moreover, at first the naive and rough brush strokes, not much like Professor Mo Xuan's style, are like naive and rotten children.

“The question is, other than Professor Mo Xuan, is there anyone else in the spirit world who would leave a painting like this? ”

“Both strokes and styles can be simulated. ”

Professor Xie Wufeng said, "The construction of such a sand painting is not complicated per se. It is a small dish, whether technical or computational. As long as the database is large enough to enter an instruction into the crystal brain, it can be done instantly.

“The point is, who exactly gave this‘ directive 'to, and for what purpose? ”

The problem drove everyone into silence, and every member of the team felt cold in the back of their head, as if they had two shiny little eyes hiding between the gravel and looking at them with a smile.

Li Yao knelt down and carefully watched a painting of sand. Somehow it gave rise to an incredibly strange feeling. I think these paintings bring him a sense of kindness...

It's like a faint current sweeping all over his body, making him feel crispy from his eyelids to his lips, not to say happy or sad.

How to put it, he suddenly felt that the sand paintings seemed to come from his own hands, or that if he were to portray the evolutionary path of life, it would probably look like this.

Li Yiu was shocked and settled on his mind. He continued to ask: "Did you find the pieces of '17’ and ‘18’? ”

“Not yet. ”

Professor Xie Wufeng said, "It is not surprising that it was originally fragmented, void and data fragments, even if completely wiped out by the spiritual world.

“What, you suspect this sand painting was left behind by '17’ and ‘18’? It is also possible to assume that Professor Mo Xuan first embedded a sand painting-related instruction in their bodies, which was automatically activated under certain conditions, which drove them to leave these things behind, well, that is a fairly reasonable explanation.

“Come on, look in the city. ”

The team took steps filled with cracks and weeds and entered the once majestic and now ruined city by the sea.

Li Yao discovered that the city was a collection of ancient human civilization and all the cities that existed today, and that the ancient pavilion and modern glass curtain wall skyscraper were closely integrated.

Over there are the peak iterations, the waterfall splashes, the vacuum orbit straight into the dome and the sinking square hundreds of meters deep.

However, after the collapse of the spiritual realm, this “City of Ten Thousand Cities" was completely ruined. Whether it was the pavilion or the skyscraper, it was all surrounded by weeds and vines, waterfalls dried up, pipes broken, and sunken squares filled with debris and dust, like the graves of human civilization.

“Professor Mo Xuan used to talk to me about his vision of creating virtual life. ”

Looking at the empty streets and the city of Bai Bon Sen, Professor Xie Wufeng moaned, “At that time, Professor Mo Xuan was convinced that a new virtual life would be born, but he also did not want to create a virtual life that humans could not understand and could not understand, that was not controlled by humans, and that humans were enemies.

“To put it this way, he prefers to create a virtual life that possesses human ideas and emotions, shares human morals and values, and even considers itself the ‘Son of Man', or, in other words, an evolutionary version of humanity.

“So, while creating that ‘virtual primitive ocean', he also built this magnificent city, bringing together the essence of human civilization, including our technology, our laws, our morals, our art and a crying hero story.

“You can think of this great city as a combination of the 'Museum of History' and the 'Great Library', in which virtual life will be conceived, born and evolved to become a ‘good child’ in a sense, under the illumination of this' City of Civilizations'. ”