Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

This trichlorfon is dying.

It would not have died so early, and as one of the premier rulers of the Cold Martial Arts Sea, few creatures in this pristine and chaotic ocean are bigger and more fierce than it is, and its sturdy crusts provide adequate protection even when confronted with powerful enemies, and near the ancient coral bushes where it lives, sealilies, sponges, intestinal animals and plankton, all of which should be "abundant” as food.

If it wills, it could continue to swim comfortably and nightmarely in the sea, prey on plankton, and live the same life as hundreds of millions of others - its structure and the way the world works on this side dictate that, at least in this way, its communities can live in peace for hundreds of millions of years without disease in a global biological extinction.

But since three days ago, this adult, healthy, strong trichlorfon has voluntarily given up eating, letting its hard body drift with the waves in the sea water, sinking and floating, but does not do half the action.

It's like… it's thinking, it's meditating, it's exploring the meaning of life.

This is, of course, a very ridiculous thing.

It takes hundreds of millions of years and enough good luck to think about the spirits of all things from the birth of this side of the world. How can a trilobite strike a spark of wisdom and a light of thought without even being able to describe itself as a “system”?

But through its recurring eyes, made up of calcite stones, it is clear that there is a ray of wisdom flowing out, illuminating this chaotic heaven and earth and exchanging endless information with this pristine ocean.

For three days and three nights, the trichlorfon remained motionless.

Some carpal, cephalopod, and enteric animals strolled carefully around it, thinking it was dead and eager to devour its decaying body tissue.

At this point, the sea fluctuated, and the little animals ran away, but a sharp shrimp found it.

Shrimp is one of the largest and most virulent carnivorous creatures in the Cold Takeshi Sea, and the largest Shrimp can grow more than a metre in size, one round larger than Trilobites.

Shrimp is naturally not afraid of trichlorfon, but there is plenty of food and few frontal enemies for both types of marine superiors.

However, a dying, helpless trichlorfon is naturally a different story.

The shrimp shook its shank eyes, waving huge forelimbs and sharp belly spurs, rushing towards the dying trilobite.

This was supposed to be a nine-and-a-half attack, but the must-have shrimp fell apart.

It turns around and captures a beautiful scene - in the turbid waters behind it, the trilobite's body gradually becomes crystal clear, until it is completely transparent, and it reveals thousands of brilliant colors from transparency into one, two, and countless rainbows, dissipating throughout the ocean, across the heavens and the earth.

……

Unlike trichlorfon, the life of archaea can only last a day.

They live in the deeper depths of the more ancient pristine oceans, near the volcanic mouths of high temperatures and pressures, in an extremely extreme environment.

In just one day, they must ravenously draw on the nutrients and calories ejected from the volcanoes of the seabed, make polymeric peptides and proteins, and then ravenously divide them in order to inherit their vital information and discover the most precious possibilities in endless changes.

Every second is precious, and every split represents a new possibility, even a trillion years later, whether a whole new community can evolve into a true “civilization”.

This methanobacterium, living in such a harsh, subtle and sacred environment, thinking, meditating, spending every 0.1 second of every second practicing.

Finally, when it perceived the agitation of life, the division and spread of information and the origin of civilization, for a moment, Methanobacterium emitted a brighter seven-color glow than a volcanic eruption at the bottom of the ocean, turning into a circle of rainbow ripples, disappearing.

……

It's not just these worlds.

And not just monks, generals, beggars, cavemen, trichlorfons, and archaea.

There are lots of worlds, all kinds of identities, that are like being pulled by some invisible bondage in the underworld, living, thinking, meditating, practicing, being aware, rainbow, flying up.

Some worlds, he was a despicable son, drunk and dreamed of dying for decades. It was not until the rebels invaded the Imperial City that he was enlightened and liberated.

Some worlds, he was a big tree that stood at the top of the mountain for thousands of years, silent for thousands of years, rising all the time.

Some worlds, he is plankton, flowers and grass, amphibians, snakes, lizards, dinosaurs, cavemen, early wise men who killed and ate cavemen, green stones on the old street, light winds and moons...

The infinite world, the infinite rainbow, came up one after the other, breaking through the barriers of the world, flying up to a higher level of the world, where we gathered together, with new pieces of awareness, experience and heart, or, in the terminology of the ancient world, with "a few seconds, decades to thousands of different ways”, to reshape an entirely new existence, innocent as a red, powerful as a demon.

Now, there's only one last world left, the last rainbow.

It is also floating in the "virtual data ocean”, being pushed to the extreme, evolving to the most advanced, producing a world of one of the most developed civilizations.

There are many criteria for judging the evolution of a civilization.

macroscopically, whether this civilization can jump out of its home planet and march towards an endless universe.

Microscopically, whether this civilization has developed supercomputing tools like the Crystal Brain that create virtual worlds of their own, even the simplest virtual games.

In this side of the world, the intelligent life people who call themselves "Tianhai Civilizations” have preliminarily analyzed the mysteries of the stars, tried to exploit the energy of the stars to explore the universe, and developed a supercomputing tool called "Superbrain”, capable of centralizing large amounts of data and information and making simple virtual inferences.

“Ten Thousand Heavens, you're here again. Are you kidding me? It's impossible to jump in 4D space. Get out of here! ”

At Tianhai University, the most prestigious of Tianhai Civilizations, a young man with red eyes and fluttering hair was kicked out of his office by a mentor and his ass fell to the ground.

Later, he spent six months writing a paper full of hyperspace jumping formulas and was thrown out, “Wow” spread out and spread out.

“Boom!”

Tianhai civilization's premier star research expert door closed in front of him and touched his nose grey.

Brothers and sisters in the hallway, sarcastic and pointing to him:

“He's just a little maniac, a little maniac who doesn't do his job all day long, just thinking about going beyond space! ”

“I heard that he was originally a high-caliber student in the department. Before he was 20 years old, he published seven consecutive formulas on the composition and operation of stars. It was a sensational genius that attracted him to our state-of-the-art star research institute. I didn't think he knew what was going on. He abandoned promising star research and did not do anything about it. He went to drill for superspace, failed his mentor's expectations, abandoned his career, and almost became obsolete. ”

“He has not passed the examination in the institute for three consecutive months. According to the regulations, he is not eligible to continue. The mentor kindly gave him one last chance. As a result, he abandoned himself and became obsessed with the ‘hyperspace formula’, wasting countless precious resources. It is pathetic and hateful. Now, he can only roll away! ”

Academic circles, not pure, for funds, resources and laboratory use time, all researchers want you to fight me. Ten thousand small days would have been too bright, recently I was selfish, crazy, naturally unpopular.

Nevertheless, since his willingness to explore the wonders of transcending space and even the universe, he has been incredibly conscious, not putting cold-blooded words in his heart, but just biting his lips and silently picking up his papers and manuscripts.

At this point, a rough pair of big hands reached out and helped him clean up.

Naturally, he can't wait to leave his brother and sister immediately.

It's the cleaning lady at the Stars Institute, Lee.

While packing up, he showed a naive and thick smile, and even looked at his paper with interest. Li, the cleaner, acted as if he could really read it.

The laughter around them got louder and louder, and everyone couldn't help but be handsome.

Because this old cleaner, Lee, with a round head and a fat body, is a naturally stupid person with a mild mental disability.

“Look, old Lee can read the manuscript of Heaven, but they know the sounds! ”

Someone said that, and it brought in a light laugh, relieving researchers of the tremendous pressure in the world of computation.

Wan Xiaotian frowned, he was not afraid of embarrassment, but did not want old Li to be slaughtered - perhaps everyone in the Star Institute looked down on old Li, even "invisible” old Li, only used old Li as a toilet flush tool, but he was different, he was an orphan, in the orphanage since childhood, there were many children, like old Li, with various disabilities, all of whom were his relatives.

As soon as he saw Lee, he thought of his brothers and sisters.

In a way, he and Lee are "fallen in the same world”, all of which are fae from the Star Institute.

“Lee, let's go. ”

Wan Xiaotian quickly packed the manuscripts and papers, laughed at everyone, and launched Li, who looked silly, out of the corridor.

Out of the hallway, he had nowhere to go, and his mind was lost. Instead, Li dragged him into the toilet.

At the end of the toilet, it's a small tool room, sort of Old Lee's “office”.

Everyone else disliked Old Li Xiaotian. Wan Xiaotian was in the orphanage, but he had seen the stench of the scene before. He didn't care so much. Once in a while, he saw Old Li Poor and was willing to come here and talk to him.

“Lee, I'm leaving tomorrow! ”

Seeing old Li smiled like a 200-kilogram child with no slight distress, Xiaotian was both envious and heartbroken and sighed, “I'm afraid I won't have a chance to come back to see you in the future - they won't let me in. ”

“Why, why? ”

Old Li, wearing a skinny cloth, asked indistinctly, "Why are you leaving? ”

“It's not my manuscript yet. They can't read it. They say it's garbage. ”

Wan Xiaotian shuddered the paper and smiled. "Forget it, you don't understand, forget it. ”

“I know, really, your manuscript is garbage. ”

Old Lee still laughed, but the voice suddenly became clear, "You want to use hyperstring theory to deduce the way the whole universe exists, and then find a gap between the three and four dimensions of the universe, which is not wrong, but you have mistakenly chosen the 'density cloud algorithm’ used to calculate the structure of the stars and the laws of operation as the basis for running hyperstring theory, which seems to be that it is simply impossible to figure out the amount of all the sand in the desert one by one, you are really wasting your time and the resources in it, not the garbage?

“However, garbage is garbage, but you young people are a bit more creative than them, not entirely hopeless. Have you ever thought about introducing the 'discrete cloud algorithm’ into your hyperspace formula? ”