July of the seventh year of Shenyuan.

The Andromeda Galaxy, the Habitat of the Apocalypse.

The old man, Maxwell, was standing on a large tree, looking down at the barbarian tribe that was being sacrificed below......

It's a desert edge, very dry, with only a few shades of greenery on the ground.

In the desert, wild people with fanatical faces wrapped in turf skirts are dancing wildly under a high stone platform.

On the high platform, a young man was sitting cross-legged, and his head was steaming.

The heat was steaming and soon vanished.

I don't know how long it has been, but I saw the young man suddenly open his eyes.

"God says He will give us food if we serve Him faithfully!"

Then bags of food with plastic packaging appeared out of thin air, and the quantity was not much, just enough for these people to eat.

The dancing savages began to cheer wildly, while some of the women, with their children, carried the food away.

Maxwell watched the scene, then looked into the distance.

I saw a white mist in the distance, sealing this barbarian tribe, looking down from above, it looked like a fog island.

"Alas...... If the power is unrestrained, there will be all kinds of fantasy and horror scenes. ”

Maxwell sighed, and flew away from the tree.

He walked through the fog and came to a new place.

It is a large plain with a humid climate, and the sun and sunshine are very suitable.

On the plains, there are modern factories.

These factories, Lao Mai knows, are all food factories built in imitation of the secret realm of inheritance.

Unlike the original, the workers who walked in and out here all had the same expression, very sluggish.

Maxwell knew that these workers were all slaves.

Their mental will is controlled by that guy called "Wang Jinghong", who is now known as the "Ancestor of Yuan Slaves" and is responsible for controlling these Yuan Slaves.

As for what the other party's real name is, no one cares anymore.

The food that was given to the barbarian tribe just now came from these food factories.

It can be said that the output of this great plain is enough for billions of people to consume.

This is the power of the black technology food industry.

And the distribution of food was arranged according to how many Yuan Qi cultivators there were in the tribe.

These barbarian tribes are exactly like pigs fed in a modern pig factory.

They don't need to plough the land, they won't face natural and man-made disasters, as long as they dedicate their cultivation power every certain time, they can get food and clothes.

If the population multiplies beyond a certain level, the excess population will be separated into the new Kirishima Island.

Maxwell was easily sure that with their kind of social ecology, even if it were a few million years old, there would be no evolution.

Don't think that human civilization is a matter of course, on the contrary, it has gone through countless hard fights and struggles before it has accumulated little by little and ignited the technology tree.

And under this feeding ecology, these barbarians are destined to have no need to develop civilization.

They only need to let the clan have a few more teenagers who can cultivate and worship mana, so that the clan can have enough food and clothing.

Maxwell didn't understand at first why the migrants were using such an inefficient way, but on closer inspection, he understood.

To be efficient means to be civilized, and to be civilized means to rebel, and the gods don't like to rebel.

As for the inefficiency, it doesn't matter, the quantity is enough.

If the quality is not enough, the quantity will make up for it.

The gods do not want to cultivate a new civilization of the earthlings.

All they need is a group of energetic coolies.

After watching these scenes, Maxwell began to upload a new investigative report to the Justice League platform.

"The migrants have spent their first year in this galaxy, and they have grown at a breakneck pace on this planet, with an endless number of barbarian tribes across the planet. And the mana that can be collected every day is at least more than 30 million Dan Yuan. At the most recent summit meeting, they were going to use their accumulated mana to travel to the nearest star system and make a new colonization ...... again."

The old man fulfilled his task with great loyalty.

"We don't have a lot of time left, they don't need to discuss, they don't need to argue, and the efficiency of expanding the sub-base is like the Zerg in the game, as long as there is sunlight, water and land, they can quickly grow a new population."

"The Yuan Qi Transformation Device, the Universal Bacteria, the Nine Turns Golden Pill Jue, and the shuttle method provided by the gods, these four great inventions form the basis of the colonization of the new universe."

"Among those barbarian tribes, they have only been awarded the first three layers of the Nine Turns Golden Pill Jue, and on their own, unless there is a genius among geniuses, or they have obtained the apocalypse, they can comprehend or learn the later exercises. And this is the only chance for the barbarians to metamorphose. ”

Maxwell summed it up earnestly.

He knew very well that in the distant future, this new civilization would inevitably come into conflict with humanity.

If it was in the past, he probably didn't need to pay special attention, after all, in the past, he didn't live to be a hundred years old, and there was no need to worry about thousands of years later.

And now, he has to worry about this, because he is confident that relying on the alliance platform, he can keep breaking through, and his lifespan can continue to grow, and it will probably not be a problem to live for thousands of years, as long as he doesn't have any accidents, in fact, even if an accident happens, as long as the soul is not destroyed, he can still be reincarnated into various forms.

However, the price of living too long is to watch a lot of tragic things happen in front of your eyes.

"If you want to stop them, maybe only the same gods can do it."

…………

After Maxwell's intelligence was transmitted back to Earth, the alliance platform quickly relayed this valuable information to the relevant personnel.

Inherit the secret realm.

Cultivators' Conference.

The history of migrants is being displayed on the big screen...... It is like a history of the development of a new civilization.

Ren Ruofeng frowned and said, "It seems that we have to speed up the pace of colonizing aliens, compared to these migrants, our development speed is still too slow." It is estimated that in about a hundred years, we will be left far behind by the other party. ”

"This is bad money driving out good money, the cost of their mana production is too low. We only need a little food, but we still need to provide food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, as well as all kinds of education and entertainment, and from time to time there are problems with order......," someone complained.

"But we are highly efficient, and we can cultivate more cultivation powerhouses." Someone objected.

"Not necessarily, a few days ago, there was a rebel, jealous that others were cultivating faster than him, and he started beating people. The pond-level master, and he didn't inject the management chip, fortunately he was locked by Skynet in time, but a floor was almost destroyed by him, killing and injuring thousands of people. The stronger the individual, the more difficult it is to manage. These migrants are intelligent and do not have any moral burden of execution. "Questions were raised.

"Yes, if it is purely from the perspective of improving mana productivity, it is the most efficient to let civilians cultivate to the third layer of the Nine Turns Golden Pill Jue, the strength is only at the cup level, not much force, and it can't fight against ordinary guns, and the early resources consumed are also small. When you cultivate to a higher level, you will consume a lot of mana, just like raising a pig, it is impossible to raise it until you are very old, and the cost performance will be much lower. Someone said with great agreement.

"Hey, you're suspected of discrimination, don't treat people as human beings, are we here a pig farm? Also consider the feed feed and meat ratio? "There was a lot of noise in the room.

For a while, all kinds of opinions flew around, and no one could convince anyone.

Whether it is a strategy to continue to maintain equal opportunities, or to consider the cost performance and strictly use the laws of the market to produce mana.

Both sides were supported and there was a huge controversy.

The moderator of the meeting began to hammer: "Quiet, everyone pay attention to order. ”

"For this new issue, please go back and discuss how to deal with this competition in order to maintain the civilization advantage of our earth human race. Although the other person is in Andromeda, very far away from us, but in the mysterious age, distance is not a problem, and time is not a problem. The host said seriously.

The strong men quieted down, and then walked out of the venue one by one and began to gather their own forces to discuss this long-term strategic issue.

They are well aware that this issue seems to be far away, but if they don't pay attention to it now, history will repeat itself.

If we don't build up our strategic advantage now, we will already be too late when the time comes.

This is like the layout stage in chess, once there is a fatal problem in the early layout, it is almost powerless in the later stage.