The thousands of miles of mountains and rivers changing between the sun and the moon are constantly accelerating in the data simulation:
In the spring, everything revives, peach blossoms smile in the spring breeze, and catkins are flying. The water towns in the south of the Yangtze River are even more misty and rainy, with small bridges and flowing water and people, all looking gentle and delicate; while in the north, they are covered in snow, thousands of miles of ice, and thousands of miles of snow.
In this vast land,
The change of dynasties is like the water of a river, rolling forward unstoppably.
From ancient myths and legends, to the bronze civilization of Xia, Shang and Zhou, to the unification of the Qin and Han Dynasties, the prosperity of the Tang and Song Dynasties, and the rise and fall of the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, every dynasty has left a deep imprint on this land.
The palaces and pavilions are majestic and majestic, but they have gradually weathered in the long river of history and become relics for future generations.
The names and deeds of heroes and literati are as bright as the stars, lighting up the sky of Chinese civilization.
The sense of vastness of history is particularly strong at this moment. It is not just a paragraph of text or a picture, but also the kind of shock that travels through time and space and directly hits the soul.
And with the virtual projection, all the history known to Su Wen is truly simulated.
The voice of [Optical Brain-Kunlun] also sounded immediately:
"According to calculations,
The highest probability of the bloodline of these ten thousand people continuing for thousands of years is thirty-seven."
Its words were full of confusion about Su Wen's questions.
"In my analysis, this is an extremely invalid number.
Because such a short change of time is enough to erase everything you just did.
Even with your premise, you still managed to protect this group of people."
But to hear it say that,
Su Wen shook his head,
He thought about how his life was extremely short and even the first ten years of his life were uneventful, but he recalled the glorious history of China.
In the end, I just looked at the boundless mountains and rivers:
"No,
Kunlun, you are wrong.
The worst possibility in my mind is that all ten thousand people's bloodlines will be cut off.
Even if they are scholar-bureaucrats, nobles, kings, generals, or cultivators who have retreated away from the world and away from war.
They will all be lost in the dust.”
"Then your answer is even more stupid."
[Optical Brain-Kunlun] serves as the core of high-dimensional autonomous galaxy-level intelligence.
Although it cannot answer the ultimate answer to the survival of civilization, such a simple conclusion will not burn your brain.
But Su Wen shook his head. He hadn't finished his answer yet.
"Stupid, wrong."
in his hands,
Dawn's spiritual energy quietly condensed the shadow of a thin book:
"The First Emperor burned books, and there is a collection of "Shang Shu" on the wall, "Xiong Lu of Han Dynasty", and "Spring and Autumn Fan Lu".
Sima Buyi finally wrote "Historical Records", the swan song of historians; he continued his father's ambition and continued the "Book of Han", which was the first of its kind.
Zhuge lived in seclusion and recited "Longzhong Dui", and became known to the world before leaving his cottage; Cao Pi's "Dian Lun" discussed the splendid chapters of Changhe's literary talent.
Tao Yuan went into seclusion and wrote "Taoyuan Ji" to express his wish to escape from the world. He also compiled "Tongjian" to use history as a mirror and to provide guidance for governance. It is the pinnacle of chronicle history books..."
And as he finished speaking, one book after another appeared in the sky,
even,
Replacing the long river of time and space.
"This is the true meaning of what I want to express,
【Kunlun】."
Su Wen sowed a seed, and then watched it take root, sprout, and branch out over time.
“In the very first rehearsal, I left 10,000 seeds.
And these words are the 'fruits' they leave behind in the end.
So, when we try our best to leave the last flame of civilization.
Subsequently,
Just leave your hope to the future.”
At this moment, Su Wen thought of "Give civilization to the years, not to give civilization the years. (Give civilization to the years, not to give civilization the years)".
I am even reminded of Ray Bradbury’s famous line:
"On the interstellar journey, every new discovery is another ignition of hope for civilization."
All the scenes slowly disappeared, leaving only the desolate and dilapidated Jiangnan alleys, and the silent unknown swordsman wearing a hat and mask in front of the handsome scholar:
"Survival is inherently a kind of luck. This was true on Earth in the past, and it is true everywhere in this cold universe now.
So, I don't think you failed.
Kunlun.
Your existence is that ray of fire."
After hearing Su Wen's final answer, Kunlun seemed to simulate a human sigh and said slowly:
"So, the answer to my second mistake should be: existence."
at the same time,
In the depths of this Jiangnan scenery that has been eroded by time and dilapidated,
The shadow of the huge projection ruins swallows the surrounding light like a giant beast, casting a mysterious and gloomy veil over the area.
And at this moment,
Not far from the corner of the alley Su Wen,
Because less than ten minutes have just passed, and because of the slow effect of time and space.
The laughter and laughter at his high school class reunion in the private room of the restaurant seemed to be even more intense.
But in another small box not far from the Suwen High School class reunion,
The light inside the house is dim,
Only a few weak lights barely illuminated the space.
A man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks had a distorted face. Sweat slid down his thin cheeks and dripped onto the silver-gray ball in his hand, making a slight and crisp sound.
The surface of this sphere has a cold metallic luster, and it is obviously the core of some kind of high-tech or supernatural product - the core of a secondary ruin.
at the same time,
The man's eyes were also full of consternation and unwillingness. He murmured to himself, his voice trembling with anger and despair:
"I tried my best to steal this treasure from those third- and fourth-level experts and almost died!
but why!
Why is it now like a piece of dead iron, unresponsive?"
The thief clenched the ball with both hands, as if he wanted to pour all his unwillingness and anger into it, but it was in vain.
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His eyes also seemed to become extremely cloudy, as if they were wrapping around the walls of the box, and he was looking farther away.
A cold smile slowly bloomed at the corner of his mouth, a complex emotion that mixed madness and determination.
"Could it be that..."
He murmured in a low voice, with an ominous premonition in his voice,
"He needs a blood sacrifice?!"
Once this idea emerged, it spread in his mind like wildfire.
The air in the box seemed to be frozen, and only the man's heavy breathing and the occasional glimmer of light on the silver-gray ball reminded him of everything that happened here.
But just as he was preparing to take action,
The lights in the room seemed to be a little darker, but that was not the result of his adjustment.
Rather,
The entire ruins have undergone more obvious changes.
At this moment, even inside the closed box of the restaurant, Mr. Wang and his henchmen clearly felt something was wrong.
Because of the advancement of the Westminster Equality Act, many people in the real world are not completely unaware of extraordinary events and even extraordinary pollution.
What's more, Wang Shao was still showing off his extraordinary status just now.
So now I can only pretend to be unafraid, and after coughing, I said: "It's just that the light is dimmed, so what are you worried about?"
And the other side of the world.
The unknown swordsman wearing a bamboo hat in front of Su Wen said coldly:
"Last question,
It's because I seemed to be polluted by the abyss at some point in history. So even my separate data center went into forced sleep after waking up.
And your companion wants to open my real database,
Let me give you a piece of advice,
That is courting death!
But now, if you can try to solve all my pollution, I will condense it into the real core of this projection ruins [Doomsday Proclaimer].
Touch, and completely solve 'Him' while remaining awake,