In the vast sea of stars, the Primeval Clan rose in an epoch.
Nobody knew how enormous the behemoth was.
It was because no human being, alien species, or asteroid could make it completely unfold all its tentacles, the thousands of tentacles that were full of wrinkles, gullies, sucking discs, and nerve synapses.
The trunk that it used to swallow crystals, digest spiritual energy, and perform four-dimensional space jumps was more than a thousand kilometers in diameter. It was like a gargantuan planet.
In such a state, it was still in its infancy and was still expanding rapidly.
For a long time, ever since the primate carbon-based intelligent life named the Primeval Clan lived on it, the tiny life that looked like microbes had indeed regarded it as a special planet.
For a while, they even called it "Mother Octopus". They even built many altars and temples in its gullies and folds with the debris of starships and the waste of smelting. They weaved all kinds of unique dances, chants, and songs to praise, worship, and pray to it, hoping that it could grant them the hope of survival, a prosperous home, and everything that they wanted.
Of course, it was a long, long time ago, so long that most of the human beings, the Primeval Clan, had forgotten the "Mother Octopus", the ridiculous dances, the ridiculous prayers, and the humble, dim, and turbulent years.
Also, it was not the original "Mother Octopus", but one of the few tentacles that survived the last "explosion" of the "Mother Octopus". It was a new generation that slowly grew up.
However, it still had the memories of the previous "Mother Octopus" in a mysterious way that the Primeval Clan could not understand. It also missed the beautiful days. At that time, all the Primeval Clan worshipped it, surrounded it, and communicated with it with their brainwaves from the bottom of their hearts. Their brainwaves were like fragrant and colorful bouquets. It was the most interesting thing that it had ever seen in its long life.
Thankfully, it had a different perception of the flow of time from the Primeval Clan. Those vivid memories seemed to have happened yesterday. As long as it was willing, it could completely indulge in the memories and the beautiful dreams that looked like colorful swirls of paint. It would not wake up for ten years, a hundred years, five hundred years, or even a thousand years.
But not now.
Now, she had to listen to Pep's story.
Pepe was a very cute girl who loved to laugh. She was short, with curly hair and a nose full of freckles. She liked to step barefoot in its folds and laugh like a silver bell.
After all, as a behemoth whose tentacles were more than tens of thousands of kilometers in diameter, the parasitic primeval creatures on it were like probiotics and microbes. How could a microbe be "cute"?
However, its species rarely 'thought' in the first place, and it was already very strange that it became a Void Hunter who liked to think. It wouldn't be a big deal no matter what bizarre ideas it had, right?
Pepe was here.
With its nerves that were as slow as a snail's speed of information transmission and its rough and dull senses, it could not see the movements of the tiny creatures such as the Primeval Clan clearly. The bouncing Pepe was not much different from the microbes that floated in the water.
However, it could sense Pep's brainwaves. Pep's brainwaves were budding like a flower bud, which reminded it of a long time ago when its mother and even the mother of its mother had witnessed multiple supernova outbursts. They were so splendid and beautiful that — in the words of the Primeval Clan — they were simply overjoyed.
"Sanuya, Sanuya, do you know what this is?"
Pepe cheered and jumped into the folds of its mind. The girl's curled long hair stretched out one after another, emitting light that pierced into the folds of its mind softly. Soon, the synchronization of brainwaves was completed. Waving a white object in her hand, she said to it, "This is a 'flute'. It's a musical instrument that our ancestors invented a long, long time ago when they were still on Earth. You know what musical instruments are, don't you? Last time, I told you that musical instruments can be used to play beautiful music, even more beautiful than when I tell stories.
"As for this flute, it was made from the calf bone of a spirit beast that the warriors of our city hunted when they went to 'Tianlan Planet' for an inspection. When you play it, you can hear the sound of the wind on 'Tianlan Planet'. Wu wu wu, wu wu wu. It's very pleasant, isn't it?"
It did not think that the sound of the wind was pleasant.
In fact, it could barely hear the sound of the wind.
As a member of the Void Hunter family, it, its mother, and other family members were so huge that they could barely land inside a habitable planet that had an atmosphere.
Without an atmosphere, it could barely hear the whistling, whimpering, and moaning of the wind.
But it could imagine.
When it jumped through four-dimensional space, there was indeed a special energy that would wash, collide, and surge between its nerves and cells, giving it a very strange feeling. It was almost the most comfortable feeling it had ever felt before the Primeval Race settled on it.
"It's very nice."
It lied to the girl and continued, "However, I still prefer to hear your stories. Pep, let's continue yesterday's story and tell me about 'The Thousand and One Nights'."
"Sure!"
Pep laughed and widened its eyes. It said in confusion, "However, Sanuya, don't you get tired of listening to it? I've already told this story three times. Before me, many 'dream creators' should have told you this story. Even a long time ago, before you were born and before your mother's body 'exploded', you should have heard the story of 'The Thousand and One Nights' countless times, right?"
"That's different," it said.
"It's the same 'The Thousand and One Nights', but I only like to hear you tell it to me."
"Why?"
The girl's eyes were very bright, as if they could reflect the 10,000 stars in the depths of the universe.
"It's hard to explain to you."
It thought for a moment and said, "I feel that the dream creators in the past didn't like me very much. They were even afraid of me. They actually didn't like to tell me stories. They were just completing their work. They were so afraid and hated me to death, but they had no choice. It was as if someone was forcing them to tell me stories. Seriously, I don't care.
"But you're different, Pep. You really like to tell me stories, right?"
"Of course!"
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