It was a weak white ball of light, seemingly aimlessly floating up and down in this pure white space,

It muttered strange language, and it turned into a three-meter-tall figure that fell to the ground like a meteor falling from the universe.

The lower part of the cone-shaped body has a gastropod-like chassis (Note 1), and the whole body is covered with scale-like carapaces, and limbs that extend from the upper end of the cone like tentacles.

The ends of two of the limbs resemble the claws of a crab and can be used as a grasping motion; On the middle one, there is a small prototype sphere.

It was its head, which, unlike creatures known to man, had three eyes, but no eyelids, and four sensory organs like stamens on the top of its head; The other one has four trumpet-like red organs at the end of the end.

It shifted its gastropods and crawled limply forward until it climbed into a hatch and closed its eyes peacefully. As it enters, the cultivation pod closes the hatch and forms a special space that is sealed.

The hole in the chamber spewed out some spores-like powder at it, evenly enveloping its body and emitting a faint red glow.

The light flickered without rhythm, and with the fading of the light,

Its three-meter-tall body dissipated in the cultivation cabin, leaving behind only a cloud of origin spiritual power glowing with colorful brilliance, which was absorbed by the pipes in the cultivation cabin and condensed into crystalline colorful points of light.

The light spots in the pipe were pulled by a suction force and distributed to the faint small light clusters in the box under the cultivation cabin; Those are the seeds that represent the hope of the ethnic community.

Although they have not had time to pass on knowledge and wisdom, the little light group has thrived with the passage of time, and will eventually discover the secrets of the race under instinct, and will explore the function of the pure white space in which they are located, and shoulder the mission of their ancestors, the mission of the race.

They are witnesses and forgetful; They are transcendents and evaders.

Their existence was once glorious, but they were also destroyed, and there is still hope when destruction comes, and hope is being fed back to the lives of the next generation at its sacrifice.

It turns itself into nutrients and provides them to future generations as a building block for growth.

It was a gamble that put the past, present, and future of an entire race on the table of fate.

Although it knew that its own meager efforts would not be enough to provide for the full consumption of its offspring's development, and that it might be deficient, it still chose to take a gamble.

This kind of behavior has nothing to do with nobility, greatness, these noble qualities, but for the continuation of a species and its future. Even though it glimpsed a corner of the future full of catastrophes, it had no choice, because it had lost its life, and as a dying body, it had to choose to sacrifice itself or dissipate worthlessly into the universe and become star.

The spiritual power it incarnated nourished the small light clusters, but the remaining energy was not enough to cover all the small light clusters, and the precision instruments in the cultivation cabin also lit up at the same time, actively excluding some light clusters, so that the remaining small light clusters could obtain the power of the origin as much as possible.

The little clusters of light silently absorbed everything it left behind, and flashed with regularity, as if they could sense that cordial breath and say their final goodbyes to it. At the same time, it also left a message to the little light group in the depths of their spirits.

Children, remember.

We are the great race.

We are conceived in pure white,

We are born in the light,

We became the part of the light,

We are shadows that cannot be mentioned;

We seek the truth,

We excavate the ruins,

We search for mysteries.

We are beyond the shadow of time. (Note 2)