Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Looking at the silent struggle of lightning life, Li Yaoqian created a feeling of... almost shame.

He thought that the universe was so unjust to humankind, that if there really existed a “heavenly way”, humankind would be nothing but slaves and objects of heavenly way, and how cruel the world in which humankind lived - the resources of the Pangu universe were forever scarce, forcing humankind to embark on the path of self-destruction or moth fire.

Now, from the lightning life of an ancient giant star, he realized what was truly “cruel”.

Humans, or the vast majority of carbon-based intelligent lives, are fortunate.

They live on structurally stable, solid-liquid, two-state planets that are "visible everywhere” on the scale of the great universe, the natural advantages of carbon-based life, which in turn make it possible for each of their individuals to have a relatively long life, as well as to withstand storms in shuttle four-dimensional space, to withstand the agony of a secondary disintegration and agglomeration, and to navigate the stars and seas.

Together, these strengths spark carbon-based intelligent life throughout the universe, and bears burn, making it easy for carbon-based intelligent life in all stars and even in different universes to communicate, and communication - even in the most brutal forms of war, slavery and slaughter - promotes a civilizational explosion.

Just like today's human civilization, they had many brothers and sisters, and they kept moving forward in their own killing; they also found their own “fathers", also Pankos and women of carbon-based life, and even black-wall makers, and they began to create the next generation of information lives that could be carefully and progressively rid of carbon-based shells.

Such a civilization with parents, brothers and children is so happy and fortunate, and the way the universe treats carbon-based life is so generous and luxurious!

But what about lightning civilization?

The giant planets they were born with, originally the smallest number in the planet family, and not every giant planet has an atmosphere, let alone lightning thunder in the atmosphere of every giant planet, that produces plasma cells.

That would require two adjacent supernovas to explode at almost the same point in time, sweeping countless species and radiation into the atmosphere of giant planets, and the radiation intensity would not be large enough to devour giant planets in order to bring about a one-billionth miracle.

Under such harsh conditions, let alone the Pangu universe, even in countless multiverse, Li Yao believes that the lightning life derived from ancient giant stars is unique.

This meant that they were lonely, that they were born orphans, that they could not be inspired by any kind of help and ancestors, that they had little chance of communicating with the outside world, and that they could only fall and crash in the dark until one fell into the abyss.

Moreover, the time that Heavenly Path left them was too short, too short, as if they were children infected with the deadly virus in their wombs, sentenced to death at birth, in just two or three thousand years, and even if their rate of development and mutation far exceeded the limits of the imagination of carbon-based intelligent life, it would not be enough for these weak little beings to defeat a giant planet, two supernovas and a whole lonely and barren universe!

So the struggle of lightning life is destined to be a hundred times more difficult, a hundred times more powerful, and a hundred times more glorious than the struggle of human civilization.

It's -- they're still struggling.

In just a few minutes, the lightning that made up the human form dimmed a few more points and shrunk and withered in one lap.

They are still wandering around Li Yao with immortality, trying to crack the secrets of Li Yao's life magnetic field and brain waves.

But how can lightning life be completely deciphered in just a few minutes after 100,000 years of studying the secret?

Li Yao was caught in a tremendous tangle when he sensed a strand of current passing through his brain cells.

Recognizing the magnificent civilization of lightning life and the beauty of their struggle against destiny, Li Yao's first reaction was certainly to help them.

But reason also told Li Yao that, in his contacts with an unknown civilization, assuming hostility was first and foremost an essential procedure.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the superplasma flood has paralysed many of the starships of the Human Exploration Fleet in two attacks, severely traumatizing and even killing many of its crew.

Just now, the Lightning Life Condenser also unleashed an uncovered hostility towards him, trying very clumsily to usurp him - that Lightning Life is like an innocent child without concealing its purpose, which is the purest, most extreme "evil.”

Li Yao had no doubt that the destruction of mankind would save his civilization, and the warriors of these lightning civilizations would not hesitate to do so.

He's supposed to wipe them out, isn't he?

But in the depths of Pankoku, in a multiverse with infinite possibilities, how many more wonderful and elegant forms of life are there like lightning life? Do human civilizations have to sweep the entire universe with the phrase, "It is not my race, its heart must be different”, turning the whole universe into a desert of grass, just like the flood tide did?

Could it be that the so-called "flood tide” is such a group of super civilizations that adhere to the concept of "non-my kind, their hearts must be different, their hands must be strong first, all unknown civilizations are malicious civilizations, only the civilizations that destroy are civilizations of good will” and so on, in an attempt to stifle all life forms and the livelihoods of civilizations to ensure their own "security”?

Will the ultimate purpose of mankind's march into the star sea be to become the second “flood tide”, or will it be to stand opposite the flood tide and fight the flood tide with countless races in all their diversity and splendour?

Save or not?

If we're going to save them, how are we going to destroy them?

Li Yao's under-eyed ripples trembled violently.

At this point, he suddenly felt a few lightning bolts of fine hair, which actually went deep into his brain, gently wrapped around his soul and merged with his.

There are also plasma cells that have been drilled into the fuel tanks and reactors of the "arsonists" and then disappeared, as if completely extinguished.

Li Yao's pupils suddenly contracted.

He really doesn't know whether this is another failed attempt at lightning life, or whether these little things really, in the painstaking exploration of "generations”, have mastered secrets that he didn't even possess himself, turning his flesh and blood, his soul and even his giant warrior into a brand new "starship”.

Li Yao stunned for a long time, then laughed. His muscles, which had been arced and violently convulsed, relaxed. He took a sigh of relief and said to himself: “Yes, I was too arrogant to think that I could be your ‘savior’ or ‘destroyer’.

“Compared to the explosion of the supernova that is about to destroy you and the collapse of the galaxy, what can my power be? To be able to fight such a cruel universe and such a cruel fate for so long, you have long been the most powerful warriors. You do not need to be saved at all, you can save yourselves.

“Likewise, how can I destroy you? Even the explosion of two supernovas, the super storm of the ancient giant stars, the super high gravity, even the laws of the universe itself can't destroy you. What can I do to destroy you?

“Then let go of all means, as just now, to continue fighting, perhaps this is the most efficient way of communicating and rescuing one another between the two civilizations, or perhaps this is the highest respect that a warrior struggling on the path of survival and struggle can give to another fellow warrior! ”

At this moment, Li Yao closed his eyes, burned his life, released the most powerful magnetic field of life, and tried to expel the lightning life system that invaded his body.

But it is also possible that he is not expelling, but releasing all the information about human beings, Pankos, black-wall makers, etc., carbon-based intelligent life and sending his precious energy into the body of lightning life, continuing the life of the latter.

Arsenic frost, my honey, destruction or salvation, between different forms of life, is a very difficult thing to define.

Li Yao's mind was violently shaken, engraved and branded by lightning life.

It may be malicious, trying to erase all the memories and consciousness in Li Yao's mind in this way, but “migrating” his entire civilization.

It may also be goodwill, to perceive that one's life is about to fade away, to try to pass on the delicate secret of how to manipulate energy, to Li Yao, a fellow traveler on an endless journey.

It is more likely that until this moment it still does not recognize the full picture of carbon-based intelligent life, nor does it have any concept of good or evil at all, but to do everything possible to build a tomb and monument between Li Yao's brain cells and nerve current for its premature civilization.

Li Yao was in a trance again, wondering how long the process lasted.

“Time” itself loses its meaning in the face of civilizations with so many differences in time scales.

In short, as he awoke from countless unprecedented, exquisite, accidentally snatching lightning energy models from Heavenly Industries, the first image he saw was of that group of human-shaped lightning life condensers gradually drifting away from the spiritual palace of the giant warriors and sinking towards the depths of the star sea.

As if it had accomplished its mission, it could face extinction with relief. The original arc of bouncing uncertainty was bleak, shaky and dissipating, and the most violent lightning should be quiet and clear as a stream.

It opens its arms, the farther and the smaller it becomes, like it's spreading long hair and sinking quietly into the ocean floor.

No, not the “seabed”, not the depths of the stars, but the direction of the ancient giants!

Even if it is so far from home, even if its tiny energy is not enough to support even a plasma cell back on an ancient giant star, it is still deeply attracted by the magnetic field of the home, not falling, not drifting, not falling and sinking, but returning to the home.