Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 175 "God"

After listening to Gou Yisheng's words, Zuo Wu nodded thoughtfully, only one thought filled his mind:
...that's it.

I thought you were exuding an elegant aura, sitting here alone, as if you have been waiting for a long time, then there must be some deafening speeches.

Gou Yizhi smiled gracefully, patted the surrounding chairs and invited a few people to sit down: "Look at Mr. Zuo's expression, you seem to be disappointed with my answer?"

"Indeed," Zuo Wu unceremoniously sat next to the elegant man who claimed to be a god, and shrugged;

"Your answer is not as shocking as the scene I saw in the Dilian Psychic Hall—" he recalled Duanmu Stratosphere, who was slowly walking in the Panshen Hall:
"The chief priest held the spiritual projection of a certain indigenous civilization, like a clay figurine, and easily changed the spiritual outlook of a civilization with a distance of thousands of light years, turning them from belligerent to extremely docile."

Gou Yizhan nodded gracefully, thoughtfully.

Zuo Wu looked at his side face, handsome as usual, although he was good-looking, he had no characteristics; he didn't have the rough beauty full of scars like Martyr Xi, or the high-spirited and firmness like Bai Ace.

Even being ordinary is not as ordinary as myself so that there seems to be a black hole on his face that can suck away all the characteristics, which can make people impressed in reverse.

thinking.

Zuo Wu looked away uninterestedly, and felt that the front was empty, like the hall of a school auditorium, which was more interesting, and the words he said also had a sense of coping:
"Create countless species by yourself, a civilization? In fact, you should know that, as a pure-blooded human being, with the power of my blood, I can create many species with hard work."

When he and Liangguling chatted occasionally before, he learned that when pure-blooded humans hadn't disappeared, their blood was actually an extremely popular item in the alliance;
The power contained in it is the perfect glue between the genes of different species, and it is also the key to truly breaking the reproductive isolation in the galaxy.

What is particularly miraculous is that no matter which creature the human blood, blessed by the rag of life, is finally transferred to, or how diluted it is, its powerful bonding effect will not be weakened in the slightest.

This means that a certain creature inherited from the thin blood of human beings can still give birth to offspring with any partner in the universe, even if they were born thousands or eight hundred light-years apart, they should be two unrelated races descent.

Just like the relationship between human beings and other animals and livestock on the earth before the earth entered the interstellar era.

Zuo Wu was a little distracted, and forgot to talk to Gou Yizhan for a while, and in this elegant hall, he suddenly figured out a lot——

Combining the deeds of Xia Xi's martyrdom and the way Li Si was born;
Does it mean that as long as the place where pure-blooded humans get along with their partners is not a sterile environment, then this powerful bonding effect will combine with bacteria or viruses in the air, and then be passed on to unaware creatures?

The universe is already so colorful, even bacteria and viruses should not be excluded from the power of this bloodline; and these tiny creatures often leave some genetic information to the host as some small gifts.

I don't know how many intentional or unintentional contributions have been made by pure-blooded humans in today's Milky Way and the outrageous consensus that reproductive isolation among civilizations is fragile?

Zuo Wu was a little horrified. Compared with the sudden colorfulness of the Milky Way, the price we paid for weaving is only to protect human beings.

What a deal?
He shivered, even if this is a compressed space, where light slows down, there must be tiny bacteria floating in the surrounding air, silently, are they all woven eyes and ears?

This is like the aura of a god.

Thinking about it, Zuo Wu suddenly felt his foot was kicked; this was a reminder from Liang Guling, the pause in his thinking was too long for a normal sentence.

Zuo Wu could only put away the thoughts that had drifted far away, and brace himself to deal with the "natural gods" around him. After thinking for a while, he remembered how to continue the previous topic:
"By the way, a civilization should have a supporting culture, which can be called culture. With the assistance of AI, countless sets of 'culture' that are both logical and have the vitality of inheriting vitality can be compiled at any time;"

"If it's not enough to dislike it, you can also use some brainwashing technology to brainwash a race that was born a few hours ago into believing that it comes from a civilization that has been passed down for thousands of years, so as to have matching pride, what's the difficulty? ?”

Gou Yizhan still just nodded.

Culture is actually very ambiguous; taking human beings as an example, in the 200 years since entering the industrial age, the total amount of social wealth and culture created has easily surpassed the previous tens of thousands of years.

After entering the interstellar era, the speed of this transcendence and accumulation is even more geometric multiples than before.

Therefore, Dilian embraced the habit of holding on to the ancient human culture, saying that it was to not forget its roots, but it seemed a bit self-cherishing.

Humans are gone.

Zuo Wu is a self-cherishing person. If you count the 10,000+ novels in his mind, you will find that their overall quality is actually a bit low.

The reason is that he prefers those novels written word by word by the ancients, and rejects the million-word books that can be completed in a few hours after AI matures——

And, AI's kung fu in playing novel routines will only be more proficient than that of real people, with all the tears and tears, and the logic is also seamless.

The most important thing is that it can keep the quality and quantity until the book is finished smoothly, which is much higher than the stuff written by human beings that may drive high and low, and may suddenly break.

Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, the human culture that Dilian is proud of, which one has not been cracked and surpassed by AI?
An indigenous civilization is just such a little blood and culture.

Ordinary and fragile, pick any child living in the Imperial Union, and what can be found in the bedroom of it can become a breeding ground for countless races and a single civilization.

What kind of rat civilization, cockroach civilization, bacterial civilization... combined with the thin blood of pure-blooded humans, they may also become intelligent and cultured.

From this perspective, any civilian cleaning company is a ruthless executioner who destroyed countless civilizations with a snap of his fingers.

and so.

Gou Yisheng actually regarded this as the capital of claiming to be a god, no wonder Zuo Wu felt that his hips were stretched.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

Liang Guling saw that Zuo Wu started wandering into the sky again, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he pulled him aside, Yu Jizhi stared anxiously and said quickly:
"Officer Zuo, what the hell are you doing?! Don't forget that this is your own commission, and Xiaoling has put in a lot of thought, so please pay attention to it!"

Zuo Wu scratched his hair: "Sorry, I'm really out of shape, why don't you communicate with him for me later?"

"That's what I meant!" The lawyer stomped his feet:
"It was you who took the first step to sit next to Gou Yizhan. Xiao Ling thought it was you who had a plan in mind... Let's not talk about it. Let me sum up your problem, and then please sit next to me. If you have anything, you can feel it at any time." Replenish."

Zuo Wu casually talked about gods, civilizations and races, but he didn't get the kind and strange eyes as expected, just watching her nod Bai Shengsheng's head from time to time.

then.

The lawyer patted his clothes, knowing that even if his chest was empty, he exchanged places with Zuo Wu, and she will do the rest of the communication with the "natural gods" around him.

She translated this impolite question generously and appropriately, coupled with a professional smile, and said it slowly to Gou Yiming. For a moment, the elegance of the two complemented each other, and Zuo Wu, who was flashing casually, couldn't keep his eyes open.

Gou Yimo nodded: "It turns out that Mr. Zuo was worried about this. Indeed, from this point of view, I really do not live up to my name."

Liangguling smiled: "I hope you don't feel offended."

"Natural God" shook his head, and suddenly raised his index finger to his lips, making a silent gesture.

Zuo Wu tilted his head, and suddenly felt that the hall he was in was ghostly and shadowy, and there were countless illusory and untouchable figures floating around, and they took their seats one after another.

One of them sat on Zuo Wu's body, penetrated his body, and didn't realize that the seat was already occupied.

Zuo Wu looked at his companions again, and encountered ghosts one after another; just like himself, those untouchable shadows also wanted to sit where there were people.

Ai Shanshan was curious; Levina avoided it in disgust.

But Ji Zhi clearly saw that a ghost seemed to have spotted her, and curiously stretched out his hand to her horse.

But "Ghost Shadow" didn't meet Sagittarius either.

It's as if they belong to parallel worlds that shouldn't cross and interact with each other.

"Are these ghosts customers of other compressed spaces?" Zuo Wu became interested, bypassing Liang Guling and asked directly, but was looked at by the lawyer helplessly.

Gou Yisheng nodded, expressing approval.

It's just that none of the "ghosts" sat on him.

It seems that Gou Yide is the common and only anchor point shared by countless nested compressed spaces; he is like the star in the center of the galaxy, whether it is the surrounding ethereal space or the shadowy shadows, they are all revolving around him.

Wait until all the shadows revolving around him are seated.

Gou Yizhi finally spoke gracefully: "Mr. Zuo, what do you think 'God' is?"

"I don't know, no," Zuo Wu grinned, "This is the question I should ask you.",

The man who claimed to be a natural god nodded and looked forward. The deepest auction had already started, making Jin Mian uneasy, wondering whether he should expect the appearance of compatriots who were really sold.

Zuo Wu accompanied him to watch the auction officially start.

Because the signal is not available, the bidding method is the most primitive way of raising a white card.

Gou Yizhan snapped his fingers in a slow manner, the auction will naturally be accompanied by delicious food; an orc with gorgeous and soft fur, dotted with never-ending flames, was brought to the front of the stage.

White signs were erected like mushrooms after a spring rain, and Zuo Wu clearly saw that the figure overlapping with him also erected something ominous.

"Mr. Zuo, do you know?"

Gou Yi Xingpin watched with pleasure that everything centered on him was on the right track:
"The star is the center of the galaxy, and its mass usually accounts for more than 90.00% of the entire galaxy. Even the rest of the planets are a little residue thrown out by the star when it was born."

"Galaxies are born of stars, and civilizations are endowed with the possibility of existence because of the light and heat of stars. The stars hold the moon, and everyone expects it."

But Zuo Wu grinned at him: "But Xingxing is not a god, and neither are you."

talking.

The surrounding phantoms put down the cards in their hands one after another, and the furry orc with unquenchable flames on the stage seemed to have decided on the buyer.

This is undoubtedly the slave trade, but it does not matter whether it is just or not, after all
This is just the beginning.

The atmosphere began to get hotter and hotter.

It seems that there really is a "sun" running through all the compressed spaces that do not blend together, and slowly condenses and rises against the faces of everyone.

Gou Yisheng narrowed his eyes: "Isn't it really?"

"What isn't it?"

The elegant man smiled: "I think every star is indeed a 'god', at least as far as planets are concerned,"

"Just imagine, a planet is born in a star, and the state of the planet is determined by the star-the orbit, the surface state, the magnetic field, and even whether life can be bred on it, and so on."

"But the planets can't change the star's own way of doing things anyway. We can only pray that the star will not lose its temper once in the hundreds of millions of years of life; otherwise, it will rupture at the least, or be swallowed directly at the worst."

Zuo Wu nodded to Liang Guling, as if he had a good heart, and the lawyer concluded on behalf of Zuo Wu:

"It's extremely powerful, it can't be changed, and it can't be touched? It can only act according to its predetermined rules? It seems to be so interesting."

A planet can never become a star in its natural state, unless it is injected with enough mass to ignite nuclear fusion through gravity to achieve light and heat.

Speaking of which, Bai Aisi's signature as a seeker is the nuclear explosion flying sword. Could it be that he got inspiration from the principle of the sun's radiance and heat?
Zuo Wu murmured a few words to Liang Guling.

The lawyer continued professionally: "What do you mean, that the civilization you created is not as tricky as modern technology, but is carefully carved out of the rules you made?"

"That's right," Gou Yisheng chuckled:

"Although it sounds like there is no difference, in the end, it is different after all. Such as mass production and customization, at least on some days, my civilization is indeed the most suitable for me!"

"I sneak into the void to formulate rules, and my civilization thrives on it; their emotions are shaping, and they attract the power of the void to nourish me. What a beautiful day..."

Zuo Wu's pupils shrank suddenly.

Emotional shaping?The power of the void?
Isn't this the Creation of the Gods?
The truths in the world are always the same, just like how Martyd Xi, Wang Li, and Professor Marika obtained three kinds of tailor's golden scissors with different structures but similar functions.

As a kind of weapon with a relatively low cost and no barriers to use, it is common sense that some people have glimpsed a corner of it in the past.

There was Yingge Suoren in Gou Yisheng's auction, did he do it on purpose?
Zuo Wu didn't tell Liang Guling about the Chuangshen Calligraphy, so he had to try it himself.

He cleared his throat, and slowly straightened his body paralyzed on the seat: "You said you sneaked into the void to make rules, how did you do it?"

"It's okay to tell you," Gou Yizhan was still so elegant: "Using the ancient scepter that was born with me as the key, I can enter the depths of the void and the gap between the rules."

"Scepter?"

"Yes," Gou Yisheng nodded:

"I'm ashamed to say that it was only in the last thousand years that I realized that my scepter should have its own name. In the dark, it was confiding that its name was 'Taowumu'. Unfortunately, I'm afraid it will take another thousand years to get it. Know what the name is."

Tower Warm?
Zuo Wu felt that his brain was stabbed suddenly, as if the cells of his whole body began to react strangely because of this word; unfortunately, due to the lack of memory, the cells that felt strange were at a loss as to what to do.

The feeling of abnormality became stronger and stronger, Zuo Wu suddenly stood up, feeling that everything around him was extremely strange, looking around, the people he cared about seemed to be far away from him all of a sudden.

But he quickly suppressed this feeling and forced himself to divert his attention, as if once he got to the bottom of it, his fate would inevitably turn in a bad direction:
"You say 'what a beautiful day', has something happened to your civilization?"

The elegant man suddenly became a little embarrassed; after seeing Liang Guling several times, he hesitated to say:
"It's ashamed to say that in the past few hundred years, I have been hunted down by the civilization I created."

"Regarding this point, I have already entrusted the skeleton people to help me with the lawsuit, but Miss Lianggu doesn't seem to know about it."

(End of this chapter)