Chapter 610: Are they...ugly?
The Spirit of Memory is known as the cosmic chronicle.
They have an innate ability to record all precious moments.
In order to record the history they want, they usually do not live in groups.
Living in groups means that what can be recorded will be very limited.
Even newly born spirits of memory must travel alone to a weak civilization to secretly record information.
Yi Ling had given Ye Yao a detailed introduction to her race.
In order to record the diversity of images, the spirits of memory usually go their separate ways, almost scattered throughout the universe.
However, this does not mean that the Spirit of Memory has no concept of population.
Individuals have limited efficiency in recording data.
The universe is so vast that a single spirit of memory could not explore it all in a lifetime.
Therefore, this group reunites every so often to record the reserves of another Memory Spirit through sharing.
As they accumulate more historical records, they naturally become stronger, much like a special race that can ascend to heaven with one foot on the other.
However, at the very moment when the Spirits of Memory gathered last time, the Interstellar Overlord happened to pass by and nearly wiped out the entire Spirits of Memory race.
Only Yi Ling remained as the strongest.
They're just an unlucky race, unfortunately encountering the insane interstellar dogs.
"After that, the previous overlord led me and warriors of other races through the universe, where we would encounter new civilizations every now and then."
The "every now and then" mentioned by Yi Ling is clearly not a scale in human cognition.
“Go on.”
Ye Yao leaned comfortably against the soft sofa, her fingers unconsciously twirling Yi Ling's smooth, long hair, as if she were playing with a delicate work of art.
Yi Ling nestled motionless in her arms, feeling the warmth of her master's fingertips and that languid sense of control.
This body did indeed have a significant impact on her.
Fortunately, she didn't forget the important matter.
"Advanced civilizations take many forms and their rules of conduct vary greatly."
The approach you described emphasizes 'order' and 'morality,' avoids interfering with lower civilizations, and targets only specific 'calamities'...
In my records, there is indeed a civilization whose behavior patterns are similar to those described by Lord Tu Sheng.
However, I cannot be completely certain whether they are the same strain.
"Oh? Just kidding."
Ye Yao's fingers didn't stop moving, and her tone seemed nonchalant.
"That civilization was recorded during the time when the previous overlord roamed the universe."
It lingered nearby for a while, giving me time to observe it discreetly.
Yi Ling's voice carried a sense of alienation that transcended time and space.
"You should be familiar with the former overlord's style of doing things."
"Hmph—" Ye Yao curled her lip, her tone tinged with disdain, "Interstellar stray dogs, biting wherever they go, right?"
"That's roughly it."
Yi Ling nodded in agreement.
"Former superpowers, when faced with a new civilization, will mostly choose to destroy it."
Destroying weaker civilizations is like brushing away dust for it—utterly worthless.
Only those civilizations powerful enough can pique its interest even slightly.
"Interest?" Ye Yao raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, especially those pure warrior civilizations,” Yi Ling explained. “Those races devote all their energy to the ultimate evolution of individual strength, relying not on external things, but only on honing themselves.”
They can give birth to dazzling and powerful warriors.
Former superpowers often feel excited when they encounter such a civilization.
He would use a conscription ceremony to overwhelm the enemy with absolute force and select the strongest warriors to join his legion.
He believes that only such a path of individual evolution is worth his attention.
"Oh, just like the Blue Star Defense War a while ago."
I've already reviewed Night Ballads; all I can say is they really know how to play the game.
"Has it ever run into a brick wall? It can't just run rampant and do whatever it wants."
"have."
Yi Ling answered quickly, and the scenes in her memory appeared clearly.
There was once a powerful civilization with a completely opposite development path.
Instead of focusing on individual evolution, they devoted all their wisdom and resources to the creation of external objects, thus developing amazing technological creations.
Their fleet is vast and sophisticated, their energy weapons capable of tearing stars apart, their space technology is masterful, and they can even create rule-based weapons that pose a challenge even to top-tier powerhouses.
Ye Yao blinked; this sounded like the civilization Tu Sheng had observed.
"And then? Did they fight?"
Yi Ling shook her head slightly.
"The former overlord was indeed momentarily attracted by the existence of this civilization."
He led us closer to the territory of that civilization, where the two sides confronted each other at the edge of the starry sea.
The atmosphere became extremely tense, and a major battle seemed imminent.
Perhaps because she had served as the scriptwriter for several magical girl stories, Yi Ling was much more talkative than before.
At least in terms of expression, there has been considerable growth.
Yeyao was very satisfied with the storytelling aspect.
"I want to see rivers of blood!"
"Unfortunately, the plot did not develop in the direction the master expected. After the former overlord thoroughly observed the structure and individuals of that civilization, he left with little interest."
Yi Ling continued.
"It believes that the civilization does not have enough outstanding warriors and that the strength of the race is entirely supported by external resources."
Then I felt that there was no benefit in going to war with that civilization; it was exhausting, aesthetically displeasing, and failed to arouse any desire to fight.
Ultimately, the former overlord led us away from that star system to search for the true warrior civilization.
Ye Yao was speechless.
Isn't this a form of bullying the weak and fearing the strong?
She was too lazy to even complain.
The Starhounds' unwavering determination to self-destruct was truly impressive.
It seems that in its view, there is only the question of whether it is worth it or not.
Faced with the power of an individual, it will do everything in its power.
However, faced with the immense power accumulated from external forces, the Starhound could only slink away in disgrace.
Ye Yao shook her head, not wanting the cricket to be a speed bump that had long since left the biosphere.
She suddenly remembered a crucial question.
When I went to see Tu Sheng earlier, I forgot to ask about the modeling of advanced intelligent civilizations.
Tu Sheng didn't bring it up on his own initiative.
Yi Ling had obviously seen it with her own eyes, so she took the opportunity to ask her about it.
"Yi Ling, let's get back to the main topic."
You just said that the advanced civilization you recorded is somewhat similar to Tu Sheng's description... What exactly do they look like?
Um, I mean, what about individual image? For example...”
She carefully considered her words, trying to make it sound less deliberate.
"For example, do their aesthetic standards... conform to the mainstream?"
Or rather, is it ugly or not?
You know, I have, well... a tiny bit of a visual preference.
She blinked her big eyes and made a gesture of pointing to the universe with her fingertips, trying to make it seem like she was just asking casually.
But her question about whether it was ugly or not, and her emphasis on "a little bit of visual preference," perfectly exposed her subtle racial fastidiousness.
Could a spirit not know its master's innermost thoughts?
After all, they've turned her into a sweet and soft little girl.
“Master, there is no one else here. Mo Qiuli and the others are far away and will not hear our conversation.”
The fluffy ball disguised as a night rhyme also made a sound.
"That's right, we're all on the same side, Mom. Don't hide it anymore, just say it out loud!"
Night Ballad: "?"
They dare to make fun of her with just a measly cup and star basket!
That's really unfair!