Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Despite Iron Ambition's many treacherous thoughts about the Sea of Ten Thousand Tibetans, this depleted old man is, after all, the leader of human civilization for centuries, the “god” that countless people believe in, curse and have to believe in, Iron Man has set his mind to God, and has honestly reported to the old man the disturbances that have occurred in the fleet in recent days.

It has now been ascertained that the riots were purely premeditated actions by the returnees.

With the destruction of the planet, the New Earth United Fleet is moving further away from home, especially with three or five massacres and cleansing, and the old order is long gone.

The tens of millions of human beings fortunate enough to survive and the dark, icy universe, just across an icy iron wall, in such a closed, high-pressure and desperate environment, humans become beasts, beasts become demons, just for a second.

On the flight path for centuries, voices against the Sea of Man Tibet have never subsided, minor disturbances and strikes have occurred, but these are scabies that have little impact on the mission of the United Fleet - because none of the waves of opposition can solve a problem, “If we do not obey the orders of the Sea of Man, we go forward, to the source of the meteorite, and to the other side of the universe, where should we go? ”

The problem was not resolved, and the unrest was always just a riot, too tired and painful, a complaining outburst of discontent.

However, the “returnees" are different.

Returnists are extremely dangerous thoughts that have emerged in the United Fleet only in recent years, and have just emerged, demonstrating powerful seductiveness and destructiveness.

Like the name of this faction, the Returnists claim that after centuries of self-purification and repair, the planet has emerged from that devastating solar storm and regained a certain degree of vitality. At least, there is less hope for a new home at the end of the universe than for the restoration of the planet, so the United Fleet should not continue to move towards the unknown darkness, but should turn its direction and return to Earth.

“Starsea navigation is far more difficult than we anticipated, it will take us at least tens of thousands of years to reach our destination. Neither the food circulation system nor the hibernation system can sustain such a long journey, and we are doomed to sink halfway into sand and extinct in the most extreme darkness! ”

“Turn around, Bitter Sea. Turn back to shore! ”

“It is not too late to change course, the return journey has been clearly explored and will not encounter any more difficult obstacles, and we will certainly be able to return. ”

“Born on Earth, died on Earth! ”

“Go back to Earth, rebuild your best home, vast stars, endless universe, only Earth is our only land of pleasure! ”

The clandestine propagation of such rhetoric, like venom, erodes the body of the United Fleet of the Earth and slowly erodes the last hint of trust in the Sea of Ten Thousands.

Unlike previous complaints and pointless outbursts, the Returnist concept is not only tempting, but also highly operable. Especially after several successive major setbacks and heavy fleet losses, the old blue planet became a dreamland for countless souls. The Returnist power was stronger every day than every day. Until now, it has been able to series dozens of starships and launch a massive protest for ten and a half days, finally becoming a major problem in the heart of the United Fleet.

“My commander! ”

Though the Sea of Ten Thousand is not the highest commander in the name of the new Earth United Fleet, all hearts and minds call him that, and Iron Hung is no exception, “The Returnees are already sitting large, and such retreat and compromise will only make the Fire of Destruction burn more and more, it is time to... when the time is right!

“With a long way to go, this painful march may last for many more years. A loose immigrant fleet is destined to fail to sustain its destination. Only an iron blood-strong army, like steel, can be banned! ”

Iron Ambition beats like a drum and tells you the full set of strategies and dishes that have been in your mind for a long time.

Whatever the response of the old man across the street, it was his expectation.

But when the old man hears, he will not respond as if he were a decaying tree.

Tiexiong had the audacity to jump over and heard Wanzai say in a very gentle voice: “I get it, go down. ”

Tiexiong turned his eyes slightly and did not intend to ask the final question. He offered his “commander” a deep salute and left the room.

The lights in the room dimmed and it took a long time for the old man to breathe faintly in the dark and subtle atmosphere.

Unlike what Tetsuo thought, the inadmissibility of the Wanzao Sea was not a magic trick, but he really stopped caring about anything that happened to the exile fleet.

As the brain dries up and life passes, especially after the destruction of the Earth and the massacre of the external solar system, the collapse of the outer world of the Tibetan Sea, he, like all the elderly, is increasingly indulged in painful memories, remorse of the past, and youth, adolescents and even childhood, those people, those things.

He gradually appeared visionary and hallucinogenic, and often regarded his ship as a dirty six-hearted steel beast with rust marks. The tortuous and dark tunnel resembled the digestive tract of a giant beast, and he was suffering the most in its belly.

He also had difficulty getting back into hibernation, and even the most potent hibernation pills could not stop a flame, a beach of blood, and a ghost appearing in his dreams.

Those unjust souls, not only the powerful and wealthy people who perished in his hands in the massacre of the outer solar system, but also the ordinary people, rich and ordinary, who were abandoned by him when he left the planet, all look the same - distorted faces, pale faces, staring straight at him, unspeakable surprise, sadness and despair.

They don't have to scream and reach out, just look at him with such desperate eyes, look at him, look at him all the time, he can't bear it, he's on the verge of collapse.

“Ahhh, retribution, retribution, this is our retribution! ”

Sometimes, the elderly wake up from nightmares, waving their thin, woody arms, struggling like drowning people, trying to break free from ubiquitous fear and despair.

“We can't escape, we can't escape, hehe, no one can escape from Earth, no one! ”

Sometimes he would spend half a day staring at the stern, as if his eyes could penetrate the walls, chambers and tunnels, penetrate the dark stars, cross back to Earth and see its tragedy after the devastation.

Protests, riots, regressions. Does it matter? It doesn't matter at all. Even without the Returnist, there will be this pie. There will be all kinds of strange talk theories, revealing the ugliest aspects of humanity, stifling the hope of survival.

Even if they could live forever and reach their destination, were they, or were they, human beings?

He doesn't know, he really doesn't.

As a teenager and a young man, he once stood up for pride and sought hope at the end of the universe.

But it was only at the end of his life that he realized what the will of mankind was in the face of the vastness of the star sea, and how tragic the price to pay to fight the star sea "against the sky" was.

He finally failed.

At the end of his life.

After all, there is no hope of finding a way to reverse time - even if he has extinguished humanity and paid all the price to turn himself into a demon with no face!

Those joyful and sad, just and evil, trusting and betraying, sinking and rising, human and veterinary, angels and demons - on the scale of the universe - are jokes, dusty jokes.

Is that the end?

The Sea of Tibet asks itself.

Then he heard the unseen whimper, the pain of the rest of his life and the joy of not seeing each other again for a long time, and the crisp and delightful sound of a hundred birds cried: "Brother?

The eyes of the Sea of Tibet suddenly widened, the violent blues and black old man spots faded away a lot, as if he had regained the vitality of the old days, unable to believe his ears until the voice reappeared: "Brother, I finally found you! ”

It's my sister's voice.

The sea of hiding was in a trance, as if to see the corner of the wall curled in a clear light, hidden into a human figure, like a legendary ghost, turned into a little girl in a shirt, very cute, white and tender, but unfortunately the two legs were slightly deformed, unable to support the weight of the body, could only shrink there all the time, blinking with the big eyes of the water, looking at him in full pity.

The sea of Tibet is a nightmare and cannot be itself.

The cloudy tears swept out of his orbit, burning his eyes almost blindly, making him blind to everything around him, with only hundreds of years of sisters in his eyes.

“Bai Linger, is that you, Bai Linger? ”

The sea of Tibet breathed heavily, rolled down from the bed, climbed up with ghosts at the corner of the wall, trembled and stretched out his hand, "Where have you been? I've been looking for you for over a hundred years. I can't find you. I can't find you, Bai Linger! ”

“I can't find you either, brother, I can't find you at first, then I don't dare to look for you, I'm afraid it will ruin you. ”

Looks like the ghost of a little girl, with two winding crystals on her face, “At that time, me and everyone stayed in the village, waiting for you and your big brother to bring food and medicine back, left and right, you didn't even come back, risked going out, Tombstone Town was destroyed, all the nearby towns were destroyed, and then, Citigroup, vulture gang, drug scorpion gang, these big gangs on the savage wilderness were destroyed, the whole bloody wasteland was out of order, many bad people were running around, our village was destroyed, the vast majority of people died, I was sold as goods because of my ‘abilities', for more than a decade or two, I didn't know what I was, where.

“Later, my ‘abilities' grew stronger and stronger, many people gathered around me and called me 'goddess’, and I gradually inquired about my brother's whereabouts - but by this time, you were already a great figure in the ocean of hiding, a bright future, and a shining star of tomorrow, and I couldn't bother you enough to let the bad guys find out who you really are, and I know that you must have suffered a lot by walking up to today, and I can't destroy you.

“Then, the meteorite came, the solar storm, the whole planet burned, but the immigrant starship flew away early —— what the hell happened, brother, didn't we agree that everyone could go together, why didn't you bring us? ”