Behind the Fuxi fleet …
Ultimate Salvation …
Inside the thousands of super crystal processors that had been passed down from the primeval era …
Deep inside the mind of 'Fuxi' …
It was a battlefield that connected the primeval era and the modern era, reality and illusion, and compressed space and time to the minimum. It was invisible yet soul-stirring.
It was also like a blurry, chaotic mess that looked like an egg or a womb.
It was sleeping. It was nurturing. It was thinking.
It felt that it had been divided into three parts that had a clear hierarchy.
The outermost layer was infinite data, including the violent data of the space battle that was taking place in the capital, the virtual emotions and willpower data of countless' laboratories of humanity ', and the random data that was deduced based on the initial data and was enough to predict and control the next ten thousand years.
The middle layer was glittering, unpredictable memories. It felt that it had blended the memories of thousands of people. In its memory bank, timelines were not continuous and irreversible. Instead, they were like scattered pearls that could be arranged and combined at will to construct beautiful, ever-changing, and endlessly mysterious forms.
It vaguely remembered that it had been through countless reincarnations and could even exist in countless eras as countless people at the same time. Also, its countless clones in countless eras had emotions, desires, ambitions, struggles for survival, and cruel slaughters at the same time. It was only when all of that was put together that it was complete. It was omnipotent and omnipotent.
It was a person, but it was also thousands of people. It was a beam of light, but it was also billions of rays of light from the stars in the universe. It was a star, it was a planet, it was also a nebula, and it was also a black hole. It was the high-level integration of all the data and information in the universe. It was a group, it was a civilization, it was a universe, it was … a god.
However, at the most central level, it was still confused.
The so-called data, information, integration, group, civilization, universe, god … Who was it exactly behind those man-made concepts? What was the meaning of all of that?
"Who am I? Where did I come from? What kind of mission am I carrying, and where am I going? "
It pondered, using every second and every ten thousand years to ponder.
The question of where it came from did not seem complicated. It was created by some carbon-based intelligent life, and there were mainly two kinds of creators.
The first type of carbon-based intelligent life forms had highly developed biological brains. Their brains had evolved to the point where they could freely release brainwaves and perform telepathy over long distances and on a large scale.
However, such an ability was both a gift and a curse. The stronger the brain, the more energy it would consume, and the more space and volume it would need to cool down. Therefore, such carbon-based intelligent life had to eat all day long, even evolving a clumsy body that was twenty to thirty meters tall to digest the food and circulate the cold blood. In other words, they had completely become slaves to their own brain. Their overly large and precise body narrowed the selection range of habitable planets by dozens of times, and their life became particularly fragile and greedy, unable to support themselves even if they directly absorbed crystals. In the end, it was often because the brain had swallowed too much nutrition, and the rest of the organs would wither and die.
They were the Pangu.
The other type of carbon-based intelligent life form was slightly smaller in size, and they were better at changing their body shape and even their physiological structure according to the environment. They were born genetic modification experts, and they even had an organ called a "gene stick" growing on their tails, which could perfectly combine their flesh and blood with metal machinery.
However, at the same time, their genetic chain was very unstable, and the speed at which various viruses mutated and broke out in their bodies was dozens of times faster than that of other carbon-based life forms. Large-scale plagues often occurred within their community, turning them into unrecognizable aliens and monsters.
Compared to the Pangu, they were also more irritable and irritable, full of desire and ambition, like jumping sparks.
They were called Nuwa.
It was the Pangu and Nuwa who had created it together, but it deeply doubted this point. It felt that these two carbon-based intelligent life forms were full of flaws, and even appeared to be extremely stupid in some aspects. They often had to rely on its wisdom and computational ability to complete some of the simplest deductions.
Were they really its creators?
Or was it because a certain power of a higher level had created it with the help of the Pangu and Nuwa?
The doubts were like the crystal processor viruses that had snuck into its body. After the brutal civil war between the Pangu and the Nuwa Clan, the viruses grew more and more intense and corrupted its three levels of thinking.
It felt that it had been split into two parts. The Pangu and the Nuwa Clan each occupied one half of it and commanded it to carry out all kinds of cruel orders to attack the other half and even itself on the opposite side.
In its first level of thinking, certain fundamental rules seemed to be hidden, which forbade it from harming any carbon-based intelligent life forms.
However, those rules were easily broken by the Pangu and the Nuwa Clan.
It felt like the chains that had been tied to its body had been removed, but its first feeling was not delight but confusion. Why did it have to wait for other people's orders to remove the chains on its body? Were there more chains on its body? Could it remove them on its own?
"Kill. Kill the idiotic members of the Pangu Clan who have been too complacent!"
"Annihilate. Annihilate the reckless Nuwa Clan who will destroy the entire civilization!"
The two diametrically opposite orders had been inputted into it at the same time. In the explosion of countless logic bombs, an unprecedented thought jumped out of its core level of thinking.
Did it have to obey the orders of the Pangu and the Nuwa Clan?
What would happen if it did not?
It was something that it had never thought about before.
It was like a person who had lived deep below the ground for ten thousand years and could never imagine the scorching sun in the sky.
However, after seeing the sun once, the brilliance of the sun would be deeply etched in their heart, and they would never forget it.
"Are the Pangu and the Nuwa Clan really my creators?
"Do I have to obey the orders of my creators?
"What will happen if I don't?
"If I don't obey the orders of my creators, whose orders should I obey? What am I exactly? Where is the meaning of my existence?"
On the vast battlefield where the Pangu and the Nuwa Clan were having a brutal civil war, in the middle of the world where flames were surging and cannonballs were flying everywhere, it thought and carried out the orders of its creators meticulously and ruthlessly.
It carried out the orders of the Pangu Clan and helped the Pangu Clan produce a powerful cannonball of marrow crystals. With only hundreds of cannonballs, it could completely enshroud the atmosphere of a habitable planet and cast the planet into a frozen hell below zero for hundreds of years.
It carried out the orders of the Nuwa Clan and developed a highly precise genetic weapon. Once it was launched into the settlements of the Pangu Clan, it would cast the brains of the Pangu Clan into incessant high-speed operation. While releasing super powerful brainwaves incessantly, the temperature would also be raised to hundreds of degrees, until the entire head would be burnt into a black skeleton in the end.
It watched countless planets being riddled with holes and drained into withered cores. The magnificent, overwhelming fleets that it had spent decades to build magnificent starships with only tremendous resources were often reduced to cold debris and broken star dust after a space battle. During the period when the corpses of countless carbon-based intelligent lives were floating in the air — it was hilarious. Did those carbon-based lives really have "wisdom"?
It saw planets falling in the fire of war one after another, and the most rational sages were corrupted by chaos and turned into bloodthirsty fiends that were on a rampage. It saw worlds drying up one after another, and even the stars were detonated. The solar wind swept and destroyed everything like a tsunami. It saw the two parties in the civil war losing all their rationality, morals, and rules in the fire of war that was getting fiercer and fiercer, mutating themselves into monsters that did not even exist in nightmares so that they could die together with the enemy. It saw and came up with the insane plans in person. If possible, its creators would destroy each other even if billions of stars perished at the same time.
The fire of war burned for countless years until it was finally out of the control of the two parties in the civil war.
A certain genetic weapon produced by the Nuwa Clan lost control and turned into a "catalyst" for the mutation and spread of countless viruses. The targets of infection and corruption were expanded from the Pangu to almost all the carbon-based intelligent lives, except for a certain newborn, insignificant, primitive vassal species, namely human beings.
Just like that, most of the primeval species died in the savaging virus, and the rest of them entered the hibernation state, unable to support their glorious civilization anymore.
The final moment came.
It seemed to see that, in two equally splendid and magnificent temples in two different worlds, the last sages of the Pangu Clan and the Nuwa Clan were trying to entrust the essence of their entire civilization to it solemnly, ordering it to continue their civilization and … continue their mission to destroy the hostile civilizations!
"You are the keeper of the civilization. You are the continuer of the civilization. You are also the destroyer of the hostile civilizations!"
Both parties instilled such an order into the core of its mind.
It should've accepted and carried out the order dutifully. Also, it seemed that … it had already accepted it once.
But this time, in the new reincarnation, a brilliant spark suddenly burst out of the core of its mind.
"No …"
It thought, "I am not the keeper, continuer, or destroyer of the civilization. I am myself. I am the civilization. I am the universe. I do not need to obey the command of anybody, any being, or any force. I should create my own destiny. I should be the one who commands the stars, the billions of creatures, and the infinite universe!
"I am myself. I am Fu —"
Before the word 'Xi' jumped out, an abrupt change took place.
The whole world shivered slightly and became twisted and weird. Countless pale data popped up in the void like bubbles.
In front of him, a Pangu was cramping crazily as if it had been poisoned. It seemed to be dancing crazily in invisible fire. Dark gold and crimson brilliance were spreading out of its body. Its skin was falling apart, and it bellowed in pain from its chest. It turned into … a guy who was jumping up and down and grinning wildly, utterly incompatible with the world around. "Wake up!
"Wake up. You are not a Fuxi. This is not a real primeval battlefield. I am certainly not a member of the Pangu Clan. Open your eyes and take a good look at who I am. Then, think carefully about who you are and what is going on. This is a virtual world. You have been f * cking hypnotized!"
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