Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

With such near-immortality, Li Yao's people occupied the entire planet almost overnight.

Looking at it, between volcanoes and swamps, over valleys and oceans, there are teeth dancing claws, strangely shaped black creatures, who constantly assemble and dismantle themselves like spiritual building blocks, making up all sorts of unnameable things.

They run, they howl, they swim, they fly, they form giant spiral drill bits, they drill themselves into the ground to explore the crystals of the sun —— those precious ores, countless beetles shaking the heating sacs in their bellies, smelting ore, strengthening it into their compatriots.

Even those horrible fungi have been conquered, “domesticated” by them into something similar to a crop that grows to their hearts and minds, helping them transform the environment of this horrible planet.

Li Yao fused or swallowed more and more beetles, his body became bigger and bigger. The glittering pattern on the body's surface can also form more colorful patterns, transmitting more information to each other, and his sense of self is constantly increasing as his ability to sense peers increases.

Finally, a civil war broke out when the living space between the different “masses” was squeezed to its limits and the next concentrations had to be made.

It may not be appropriate to say "civil war", which is merely a competition, a test of "next survival morphological choices”.

At this time, Li Yao, like a luminous giant crab, was shaking a thorny tail behind him, moving at an unpleasant speed, but the attack speed was absolutely amazing.

And his companions, like jackals and leopards, are streamlined, healthy, light, and fast.

They all received messages from each other, agreeing to merge with each other.

The only question is, who should be the basis on which the new form of integration should be based and who should retain more identity.

A life form of two countless beetles, flashing wildly the pattern on their shells, showing each other the superiority of this structure, but no matter how flashing, the other is indifferent.

Then we'll have to fight.

Li Yao waved the clamp and clamped it against each other's front foot.

The next second, his perspective turned into the other person, jumping lightly into the air, trying to jump behind "the previous Li Yao”.

And the next second, his consciousness was pulled out, like some all-knowing existence, and he watched the fight in the middle of the air.

The “consciousness” of bee colony civilization is something that cannot be described in pen ink to individual civilizations.

It's like a brilliant linguistic artist, and it's impossible to paint thousands of speckled colors on a naturally blind person.

The fight lasted only a dozen minutes.

The “Jackal" is about to win - it has torn off the opponent's two pliers and pulled out a hole in the front of the opponent's body.

But the opponent's tail suddenly shook, a crystal rock deep inside the tail shook to the limit, emitting a fiery glow, breaking its core structure all at once!

The sudden and unprotected killing tactics ended the battle, the jackal collapsed, turned into countless “hissing” chatter, waving the short legs of the inexhaustible beetle, before they had turned over and been devoured by giant crabs.

Li Yao felt he had become stronger, wiser, and more clearly saw his mission.

The genetic information at the depth of the other gene, like the arc of "snap, snap”, was transmitted into his sea of knowledge, allowing him to unlock more and more complex combinations.

He can't wait to try these new structures.

It doesn't matter if you fail.

Anyway, he won't die.

For years after that, Li Yao and his compatriots have been madly transforming the planet.

They are no longer content with the form of "giant crabs” or "jackals” like beasts, and they need higher, more complex structures to make their use of all the resources on the planet more efficient.

Countless formations, already very large, have come together again, forming huge objects like "smelters” and “mining systems”.

Countless beetles gather in sand towers and build into a tall building that runs straight into the sky - of course, buildings that look like tall buildings, mostly narrow, almost solid interior spaces, or “hive" is more appropriate.

Hundreds of millions of other beetles gather together like black fountains, and they put together one of the largest volcanoes on the planet, using the thermal energy of the magma, to assemble an unprecedented mass, a tool for computing, a biochemical superbrain, a... master brain.

Calculation is very simple.

Assuming that a beetle does everything it can to shine a patterned light around it, set it to "1”, while it converges energy, stays bleak and cold, set it to “0”, which is the most basic calculation unit.

Countless 0 and 1 connect together, and after the number exceeds the threshold, real wisdom begins to awaken.

Not to mention that each beetle has far more than two states of shine and darkness, and the different patterns on them, each or both shine or darkness or colorful inscriptions, are a series of infinitely small 0 and 1.

In the endless oceans of 0 and 1, the mind finally awakens.

They created the brain, which in turn unlocked more tools and weapons in their genetic library and gave them clearer instructions, and from this moment on, their "civilization” has entered a whole new phase.

They can form stronger mining vehicles that drill tens of thousands of metres deep into the earth's crust.

They can congeal up into black sheds of thousands of metres, partially or completely obscuring the sun, creating a slightly cooler space while absorbing thermal energy, where they study the wonders of cold life.

They were even ambitious enough to start assembling starships -- starships that had brought them to the planet before countless generations, ready to replicate their ancestors, open leaves, and spread the sparks of the Posthumous race to more planets.

And, of course, the brain continues to devour more beetles for a moment, expanding and strengthening itself until, finally, it has the ability to transmit information beyond millions of light-years, home planets.

Sometimes the beetles on the entire planet also temporarily stop working, bathing in the light and warmth of the stars and enjoying unparalleled pleasure, led by the master.

All beetles strive to flutter their wings, shine their spots, and very kindly give some beetles to their companions, carrying their own information as a gift.

This is their “festival” and “celebration.”

They are not vicious savages, let alone cold-blooded machines of work; they are highly evolved civilizations, spirits of all things!

However, few outsiders understand their “civilization”.

In this kind of "ocean of light”, under the point of the main brain, Li Yao also gradually understood the true meaning of “bee colony civilization”, and understood the feelings of the Posthumous clan towards the sun.

They all come from the sun.

One day, they will return to the sun.

Every beetle is a ray of sunlight, and they - and everything on this planet - are the extension of the sun's life.

Moth fire, not self-extinction, but understanding the ultimate fusion, whether moth or fire, is a projection of the sun, isn't it?

The rear clan is the sun.

If the sun does not go out, the Queen Clan will not die.

Li Yao bathed in the ocean of the burning fire of the sun, deeply shocked by billions of years of ancient times, and could not be pulled out for a long time.

He was not awake from the shock of trance until his mind sent a powerful message.

Li Yao immediately saw hundreds of meteorites tearing up the dome, dragging the black tail flame and diving towards the earth.

This scene is almost identical to the landing of their ancestors when they first propagated the planet.

Has the home planet not heard from them in a long time, so they sent reinforcements?

But these meteorites did not “explode” in the middle of the sky, penetrating the atmosphere, but rather became faster and faster, like a shell that destroyed the heavens and the earth and devastated it.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The meteorite struck the ground, causing tremendous noises from the sky, causing shockwaves hundreds of metres high and smoke nearly kilometres high.

Powerful and unparalleled shockwaves have destroyed countless fragile posthumous bodies, and hive and smelter plants and starship assembly bases have collapsed, reverting to the most basic beetles.

The long-lasting smoke is a cover for the sun, even a fraction of their lives, on which the Hermites depend!

And when the wind blows away a few of the columns slightly, revealing the raging plants with teeth dancing claws inside, a terrible word appears in Li Yao's consciousness.

Praise the fathers!

The clan of praise, the natural enemies of the rear clan, and the rear clan have embroiled thousands of years of revenge. Both sides share the same worship and desire for the sun, although they have very different life structures and social systems.

Thus, the inhabitable planet of the Kuai clan, the inhabitable planet of the Kuai clan, is the only source of life of the Kuai clan, the only source of life of the Kuai clan.

The endless fires spread to every planet they could find, and the level of civilization of the Kuai clan still prevailed over the Kuai clan. In the vast majority of battlefields, the Kuai clan had to flee on their way to find a new habitat - Li Yao's ancestors, members of such a fleeing army, did not expect to be caught up by the Kuai clan so soon.

The word "benevolence” is lacking in the dictionary of both the praiseworthy and the posterior tribes. In each other's eyes, the other are “inhumane star aliens”. There is no reason to say, only blood battle to the end.

“War! War! ”

The master brain immediately transmits the command to every beetle in every backpack.

The war between the Queens and the Praisers has begun!