Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Just when countless question marks emerged in the depths of Meng Chao's soul.

Another astonishing change took place in the Primordial Battlefield in front of me.

Tens of thousands of dancing crystal butterflies adjusted their wings to a subtle angle.

A large number of colorful light spots appeared on their wings, and gathered together at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The spot of light became brighter and brighter, as bright as a surging ocean of light.

Following the crystal battle castles, they slowly floated from the surface, soared out of the atmosphere, and joined the ranks of the crystal matrix.

Below the atmosphere, there are not many "ancients".

The silent horn vibrated the entire galaxy.

The Ocean of Light exploded.

Thousands of thick beams of light, like thousands of long swords wrapped in electric arcs and burned to thousands of degrees, stabbed fiercely at the planet covered with tentacles and flagella.

Huge balls of light suddenly bulged up on the surface of the planet, like crystal clear tumors.

All the towers of flesh and blood, the ancient beasts that form the towers one after another, the super-giant lairs that bred the ancient beasts, and the connections between all the lairs, hidden deep in the ground, things like nerves and brains, are all raging with infinite brilliance In the middle of the fire, it burned fiercely.

That scene reminded Meng Chao of the game of naughty boys holding a magnifying glass, focusing on the sunlight, and igniting the ants.

Of course, the scale of this extremely cruel game in front of us is billions of times bigger than lighting ants with a magnifying glass.

Under the irradiance of infinite brilliance, the carbon-based life on the ground was quickly slaughtered and wiped out, leaving no trace of wreckage.

Even the seeds of life hidden deep in the ground have been killed by 99%.

When the photospheres burst one by one, the shock waves released, observed from above the atmosphere, are like circles of faint ripples.

But from the perspective of the ground, the shock wave is like a burning hurricane, spreading in all directions at a speed of more than one hundred kilometers per hour, overwhelming mountains and seas.

One after another "ripples" collided with each other, setting off waves of devastating waves on the surface of the planet, continuing to destroy the fish that slipped through the first round of space-based orbital strikes.

The shock wave even triggered geological changes and extreme weather outbursts on the planet's surface itself.

In the following hundreds or even thousands of years, earthquakes, floods, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, and acid rain that lasted for hundreds of years, all kinds of natural disasters have befallen this world, almost burnt into super-sized glass balls.

In this way, the planet has been "purified".

After such cruel destruction or purification, it seems impossible for this planet to give birth to any intelligent life that is powerful enough to threaten the "ancients" in a short period of time.

However, the spiritual energy hidden in the depths of the ground was also sealed under the surface of the burnt glass shell.

Meng Chao saw that a large number of crystal butterflies were decomposed from the "Dyson sphere" enveloping the planet.

They stretched the "solar sail" to the limit, formed a mighty crystal fleet, and flew towards the outer reaches of the galaxy.

In the vast universe, it is like a piece of shining spores fluttering in the wind.

Subsequently, the spores disappeared.

It's like drifting into the depths of the universe, an invisible gap.

It seems that this thrilling ancient war finally came to an end with the victory and departure of the "ancients".

Perhaps, when the planet gradually cools down, the glass shells sealing the surface are cracked, and the spiritual energy gushes out again.

The ancients will come back.

Come back and continue to absorb spiritual energy and harvest life.

But I don't know if it's an illusion.

Meng Chao seemed to have seen that just before the ancients launched a devastating strike from space-based orbital weapons.

A tower of flesh, the tentacles and flagella of the planet itself waving wildly, has rushed out of the sky and touched the crystal matrix enveloping the planet.

And on the body of a certain "Crystal Butterfly", he stabbed lightly.

The war is not over.

Life always finds a way.

Inside the seemingly dead glass ball.

The seeds of life are still quietly gestating, evolving, struggling, trying to use various methods to break through the impenetrable barriers, break through to the ground, and send out an unyielding battle cry toward the sky.

With the departure of the ancient fleet, Meng Chao's perspective returned to the original mother.

More precisely, it should be the life seed that gave birth to the original mother.

Dark, cold, cramped, suffocating, immobile.

That's what it's all about.

However, these are not the most difficult things.

It is monotonous, boring, boring, and the loneliness that cannot be described in words and lasts for hundreds of millions of years.

It longs for change, for something new, for endless possibilities, for a little... chaos in a world that remains the same, in a universe that will eventually stagnate and freeze.

It starts trying.

Trying to grow brand new tentacles and flagella from the cracks in the underground rock formation.

Although compared with the towers of flesh and blood made up of billions of ancient beasts in the age of ancient wars, like the limbs grown from the planet itself, the tentacles and flagella are now billions of times thinner, and they are just clusters of insignificant bacteria. Silk.

But in these hyphae, there are still infinite possibilities about life.

Mycelia dance.

From the global natural disasters that have lasted for tens of millions of years after the end of the world, various elements such as carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, phosphorus, and sulfur have been patiently collected.

These elements are used to form biological single molecules such as amino acids, purines, and pyrimidines.

Soon, biopolymers such as polypeptides and polynucleotides were born one after another.

With these single molecules and macromolecules as the most basic "parts", various primitive cells are recreated.

The newly born primitive cells are extremely simple, weak and ugly.

They cannot be compared with their ancestors, the mother body that once controlled the entire planet, or even a little monster bred by the mother body.

Even so, the original mother's predecessor still failed countless times.

Because at that time, it did not have consciousness and intelligence in the true sense.

It is even difficult to define whether it can be regarded as a real life.

The so-called process of "creating life" is just a simple arrangement and combination of countless amino acids, purines, pyrimidines, polypeptides, polynucleotides, etc., and then repeating it hundreds of millions of times by exhaustive method.

99.99% of attempts fail.

Single molecules and polymers that are not simply kneaded together cannot be organically combined at all, and will soon fall apart and turn into nothingness.

It is just born, something that can barely be called "life". Before the cell membrane has evolved and stabilized, it has been attacked by volcanoes, floods, acid rain and earthquakes, and died early and returned to dust.

But it does not matter.

Even if it is destroyed billions of times.

As long as there are enough attempts, it is one more time than destroying a billion times.

Life can create miracles.

So, under the dance of countless life seeds scattered in the depths of the earth by the mother body, or "eggs of chaos".

Spirulina was born.

Penstone was born.

Trilobites were born.

Nautilus was born.

Crinoids, ostracods, anoptera, bony fishes, and various vertebrates were all born.

Although the structure of most primitive life is quite simple or even full of mistakes, it is destined not to stand out from the cruel competition of natural selection and survival of the fittest.

But that doesn't mean their existence is meaningless.

on the path of evolution.

There are no billions of "failures".

It is impossible to pile up the incomparably precious and only remaining "success".

What's more, it is the remains of these "failed species" that cover the surface of the planet that was burned into a glass shell by the ancients.

Let this barren, monotonous, deserted, lonely, boring, and lifeless world regain its vitality in various poses and with different expressions. Although it is chaotic and cruel, it contains infinite hope and endless possibilities.

The scene of everything blooming in front of him reminded Meng Chao of the process of human reproduction.

When humans are ready to create life.

There is not only one seed of life that contains a huge gene pool.

Instead, hundreds of millions of life seeds start running at the same time, and in the end, only one life seed can reach the other side smoothly and achieve a positive result.

The remaining billions minus one life seed all failed, were eliminated, and destroyed.

But who can say that their failure and destruction are meaningless?

There are no repeated attempts and constant impacts of hundreds of millions of life seeds.

How can the only seed of life make great strides on the road of evolution and continuously climb to higher peaks?

And the scene of hundreds of millions of life seeds chasing each other and competing with each other reminded Meng Chao of the countless different selves he had seen in a trance on the road to breaking through the divine realm, or in other words, his countless The road to the future is like crystal clear tadpoles, constantly colliding, competing, and sprinting.

"Why, are there two different futures?

"I clearly remember that in my previous life, I was a little ghost assassin. Although I infiltrated the Land of Holy Light and carried out various lurking, assassination, sabotage, and rescue tasks, but because I was seriously injured in high school, I joined the Black Skull In the training camp, I was too old to start formal training, and I have never achieved much. Breaking through the one-star spirit pattern is my limit.

"Until the end of the day, I was a big soldier, an unknown third-rate expert, let alone the 'leader of the resistance organization', I have never been an official even bigger than the group leader.

"but……

"These voices, these pictures, these brand new, completely different from the past, the nightmare-like memory fragments of the previous life, what's going on?

"In this brand new nightmare, it seems that my little sister, Bai Jiacao, and I were captured into the blood alliance that should have been destroyed long ago.

"She encountered something more terrifying than becoming a Night Witch.

"And I inherited her power and became... Doomsday Blade?

"It hurts, my head hurts.

"Which of these two futures is true and which is false?

"No, far more than two.

"And what I saw in a trance in the process of breaking through the divine realm. In a certain future, I became a half-human, half-scorpion monster; At the helm, the power is all over the world, not to mention how majestic; also, there is another future that is even more outrageous. I have become the supreme priest of the Holy Light Temple, and even the nine-ring magician must respectfully submit to me Underfoot, did you make a mistake? This is too exaggerated!

"Of course, in more, 99% of the future road, I am just an ordinary citizen, engaged in a boring job, living an unchanging life, living in a daze, until being swallowed by monsters, being The magic rips, or the day the end comes.

"Thousands of futures, which one is true and which one is false?"