The world is a cycle, and all things go from rebirth to flourishing. The floating species and fish in the rivers become more and more active. In summer, the morning sun is incredibly intense, carrying a morbid feeling that can devour people.
Sometimes, Jiang Cheng often felt that the sun was such a great thing, giving many lives the right to survive, but this was not what it intended to do. It was just that when it was giving off its last rays, it was used by tiny carbon-based organisms.
It unintentionally created many lives, and it never asked any life for gratitude, which is the most captivating aspect.
It simply does what it is, existing eternally, existing in constant fusion, and occupying a place in the universe.
We depend on the sun for survival.
Jiangcheng always wanted to be like it, without any purpose, but simply to survive, freely choosing any way, and providing shelter for countless creatures.
However, he could not. He was merely a tiny, insignificant carbon-based being who, by chance, gained consciousness on a small planet in the galaxy.
The greatest thing about humanity is not genetic evolution, because that is something that every species has, it just depends on the degree of evolution.
In the Hengduan Mountains of southwestern China, the earth formed several huge wrinkles after the collision of tectonic plates. The uplifted ground was destroyed by wind and snow, and the rocks shattered into pieces. After walking across the snow slope, you can see a scree beach.
As you walk on the rocky beach, you might occasionally startle a flock of butterflies. These butterflies appear abruptly in mid-air because their wings had almost blended into the rocks beforehand.
This is the result of their evolution over tens of thousands of years.
The plants and mosses on the rocky beach all have their own camouflage colors, and they are eager to survive, carving out space for their existence.
This is actually very similar to the predicament that people face today.
Humanity's greatest strength lies in its creativity and its ability to use tools.
They would also raise their tools to fight for better living conditions. Tools would occasionally evolve into weapons, so in this process of creation, we often see scenes of people holding weapons to the heads of their own kind or the heads of enemies.
It is very difficult to describe the passage of time in words; most people can only use idioms like "spring goes and autumn comes, time flies like an arrow" to describe it.
Or, you haven't seen your long-distance girlfriend for three months, and she's even pregnant. This also expresses how quickly time flies, but with a touch of drama.
Regardless of whose long-distance girlfriend is pregnant, and whether this has anything to do with any of you here, what follows is an extremely bizarre and terrifying story.
Sometimes, in order to create atmosphere, some authors will even add 800 words of filler! What an utterly immoral act!
Jiang Cheng successfully built the plasma cannon before he reported the news to the Federation.
The invaders' attack on the planet began abruptly.
High in the skies above our planet, in what the Federation calls the "first line of defense," lies a grid of space stations that have been successfully established. As previously predicted, approximately five hundred of these stations will cover the entire sky.
They became like guardian deities, firmly sealing off the entire sky.
At the northernmost point of the planet, in the frigid land, there are glaciers that have never melted and remain unchanged for millennia.
Inside the icy blue solid, there are many creatures that are native to the planet, and their evolutionary path has been extremely slow.
This place is known as the Arctic.
More than a decade ago, at the place where Huaxia established the Yellow River station, several middle-aged observers stayed here, and they were good friends with the local people.
Arctic fox, polar bear, walrus, lynx...
In the dead of night, a biting wind howled, and if one were not covered by a thick layer of skin, the wind would cut into the flesh like a file.
In the vast sky, at the farthest point of sight, white mountains reveal their faint outlines; they are silent giants, their bodies forming a wall.
On the top of the wall, one can see an extremely breathtaking view: fluorescent lights gather in patches in the sky, their irregular bodies enveloping shimmering stars. The colors are like wet jelly, too watery, constantly sliding down the canvas, finally disappearing behind the white mountains.
Gao Li was wrapped in thick clothes, leaning against the wall next to a round window. It was cold. To be precise, it was cold every day, but today was colder than usual.
The playful bears noticed the snowstorm was getting stronger, so they abandoned their hunting plans and returned to their warm snow dens. The fox stood up on the thin layer of white snow, glanced into the distance, and then continued walking with its head down.
Unbeknownst to them, a massive warship was slowly approaching from directly above.
If the sky is likened to the ocean, then a warship is a sailing ship. It has no mast, but it has a magnificent tail flame. Its deck is diamond-shaped and its surface is as smooth as if it had been cut with a knife. It is covered with cylindrical white structures.
It calmly continued its descent, not yet touching the clouds. The entire dome was gray, as if it were traveling in a strange world, like a "ghost ship" from mythology.
Given its rapid descent, it will likely reach the planet's first line of defense in just a few minutes.
The people on the space station were focused intently on the data, not daring to relax for even a moment.
Among these dozen or so people was a middle-aged man in his thirties with an extremely attractive face, yellow skin, and jet-black hair.
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