Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The vast star sea, the original family, the rising age.

Nobody knows how big this giant beast really is.

Because no one, alien star, or asteroid can completely comfortably spread all its tentacles, tens of thousands of tentacles are covered in wrinkles, trenches, suction cups, and nervous synapses.

It's just a torso that eats crystals, digests psychic energy, and makes four-dimensional space jumps, more than a thousand kilometers in diameter, like a huge, unfriendly planet.

And it's still in its infancy, and it's expanding dramatically for a moment.

For a long time now - since the primate carbon-based intelligent life known as the Original Family resided on it - these microbes, like small beings, have indeed viewed it as a special planet.

For some time they also called it "the octopus mama”, and even built many altars and temples in its trenches and folds with starship wreckage and smelting scum, weaving all kinds of unique dances, chants and songs to celebrate it, worship it, pray to it, pray that it gives them hope of survival, rich homes, and everything they want.

Of course, this was a long time ago, long enough for the vast majority of humankind - the original tribe forgot “octopus mama” and those ridiculous dances, those ridiculous prayers, and those humble, bleak, turbulent years.

And it's not the “octopus mom," it's one of the few tentacles that survived the last explosion, a new generation that grew up.

But it still has the memories of the last generation of "octopus mama" in a way that the original family couldn't understand, and misses that wonderful day —— when all the original people worshipped it, clustered around it, and interacted with it with the brainwaves, and their brainwaves were like a bouquet of fragrant, colorful flowers, the most interesting thing they'd ever seen in their long lives.

Fortunately, it differs from the Yuan clan's perception of the rate of time flow, and those vivid memories, as if they had happened yesterday, could have been immersed in memories, if it had so willed, in those colorful dreams, like pigment vortexes, for ten, one hundred, five hundred years and a thousand years without awakening.

But not now.

And now listen to Pepe tell the story.

Pepe is a cute, laughing girl with short hair, curly hair, freckles on her nose, loves to step in its folds barefoot and make a silver bell-like laugh.

Though it's strange —— after all, as a giant, tens of thousands of kilometers of tentacles in diameter, the original family that parasitizes on it is like probiotics and microbes, how can a microbe “cute”?

However, its race rarely “thinks”, it's strange to be a think-loving void hunter, no matter what strange thoughts come up again, doesn't it matter?

Pepe's here.

With its slow transmission of information like the snail's nerve velocity and rough and dull perceptions, it's not very clear what little life moves like the Original Family, the bouncing pepper and the microbes floating in the water are not very different.

But it can sense Pepper's EEG, Pepper's EEG, which is like a flower bud, reminds it that a long time ago, its mother, even its mother, had seen several supernova outbreaks, so gorgeous, so beautiful, so beautiful —— in the words of the original clan —— it was called "heart-wrenching.”

“Shannua, Shannua, you know what this is? ”

Pepe cheered, jumped into its mind fold, the girl's long curly hair spreading a regular glow, gently stabbed into its mind fold, quickly completed the brain wave synchronization, she waved a white thing in her hand, said to it, “This is a 'flute’, a long time ago, our ancestors invented an instrument on Earth, you know what an instrument is, the last time I told you, an instrument can be used to play beautiful music, it's better than I tell a story.

“As for this flute, it was made of the calf bone of a spiritual beast hunted by the warriors of our city state when they went on a tour of 'Tianlangxing'. When it blew up, they could hear the wind on 'Tianlangxing’, whoop, whoop, whoop, it sounded good, right? ”

It doesn't sound good.

In fact, it rarely hears the wind.

As a member of the Vacant Hunter clan, it and its mother, as well as other family members, are so vast that they rarely land inside a habitable planet with an atmosphere.

Without the atmosphere, wind whistles, whimpers and whispers are seldom heard.

But it can be imagined.

When it jumps in four-dimensional space, it does have a special energy that flushes, collides, and thrills between its nerves and cells, giving it a very strange feeling that it feels most comfortable almost before the original family inhabits it.

“Sounds good. ”

He lied to the little girl, and he said, "But I prefer to hear you tell the story, Pepe. Let's go back to yesterday's story and tell me a thousand and one nights." ”

“Yes! ”

Pepe laughed and opened his eyes, somewhat confused, and said, "But, Shannua, don't you ever get tired of hearing this story, I've told it three times, and there must have been a lot of 'dreamers' who told you this story before me, and even a long time ago, when you weren't born, and your mother wasn't ‘blasted', you should have heard the story of 'One Thousand Nights' countless times, right? ”

“That's different. ”

And it said, "It's also" One Thousand and One Nights, "and I just love listening to you. ”

“Why?”

Girls have bright eyes, as if they could reflect 10,000 stars deep in the universe.

“Feels hard to explain to you. ”

It thought about it and said, "I don't think any of the dreamers used to like me very much, or even fear me. They didn't really like to tell me stories. They were just doing their job, and they were scared to death and they hated to death, but there was no way, as if someone was forcing them to tell me stories. Really, I'm not rare.

“But you're different, Pepe. You really like telling me stories, don't you? ”

“Of course! ”

The girl smiled and said, "I was born to love to tell stories, especially to Shannua —— because my dad, my brother, and everyone in the city, has a lot of work to do every day, mining, shipbuilding, hunting, practicing, always telling me, 'Go, Pepe, go play beside yourself’, I don't want to hear stories at all, only Shannua, you're the best, you never say 'Go’ to me, you're the best listener, I love to tell you stories! ”