After the Void Tide began, Zou Ping's heart was touched more than once, and he felt a lot in his heart, but he didn't show it too much on his face. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, at this moment, there is no one else around Zou Ping, there is only one ancestral dragon, and it makes no difference whether he shows it or not.

"Let's go in and have a look, and see what it's like?"

In this place, Zou Ping didn't feel that there was any supernatural power system here, even so, Zou Ping was not too careless, and after hiding his figure, he swaggered in through the gate.

"The miracle of creation is beyond the imagination of ordinary people."

Observing the indigenous creatures of this world from a close distance, Zou Ping couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and there was a light flowing in his eyes from time to time.

There is nothing special about the appearance of these "vegetative people", they are similar to ordinary plants, and the few differences are their size.

Most of the plants in general are rooted in the ground, but of course these "vegetative people" are not like this, with roots as feet and branches as hands, and there is no difference between them and people except for their appearance.

Merely......

"Epiphany?"

Although it was a little different from the plants he had seen before, after some observation, Zou Ping was uncertain and said to himself, not sure whether his guess was correct.

Zu Long did not deny this: "That's right, it's an epiphany, but it's not the same as an ordinary epiphany!"

Nonsense, can this be the same? Have you ever seen a normal epiphany that is mobile, self-conscious, and able to speak?

Regarding Zu Long's nonsense, Zou Ping just rolled his eyes and didn't continue to say anything.

Entering the city, Zou Ping began to observe, and soon had a good harvest.

Unlike civilizations in general, these "natives" have formed their own civilizations, but they are also very different.

The most important point is the written word, there is no written language, and there is no language for communication.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, this is incredible, because how can it be called civilization without words and language?

While this is true in terms of common sense, it is only common sense and does not imply absolute truth.

The reason why there is no writing and no language here is because there is no need for that, they have a means similar to telepathy, there is no need to speak.

Second, there is a characteristic of these "indigenous" creatures that is beyond the reach of other civilizations, and that is the means of knowledge transmission.

The knowledge created by humans has the potential to be lost, but these "indigenous" do not, so there is no need to worry about this problem.

As for the root cause, it is because their knowledge can be passed on to others without reservation, and without any means.

In other words, the moment A invents something, the corresponding knowledge appears in the memories of all the people of that race, and there will be no exceptions.

Not only that, but even though the knowledge accumulated by a race over countless years is concentrated in a person's mind, there is no such thing as insufficient brain capacity or forgetfulness.

Even, these "natives" can freely transfer the knowledge they need according to the situation they encounter, so that they will not be at a loss at that time.

And unlike humans, these "natives" do not have disputes and get along very harmoniously.

More precisely, they don't have the leeway to start a fight, or even start fighting.

Because their lifespan is too short, too short to qualify for strife.

Although they have their own civilization and intelligence, their lifespan is not long, which translates to one day in human time.

For human beings, a day is just a fragment of life, but for these "natives", it is already a lifetime.

If it weren't for the fact that knowledge has been passed down from generation to generation, there would have been no civilization here at all, let alone all that it has now.

Take the city in front of Zou Ping as an example, I don't know how many years it took here, and when converted into their time units, that is, hundreds or even thousands of generations.

With their longevity, it is not something that can be done in a generation to complete such a city.

After all, it is not the road of science and technology here, and there is no scientific and technological means to hang the sky, or what kind of black technology, it is completely carried on the shoulder.

In terms of technology alone, the technology here is only equivalent to the level of the European Middle Ages, and in some respects it is not even comparable to the Middle Ages.

Death is the best and most appropriate description for them.

Morning and twilight and death.

This is the life of these "natives".

However, these are not all, there is a little special thing about this world, which is rare in other worlds, and it is the reincarnation of the era.

The purple sun in the sky is a symbol of the reincarnation of the era.

Although the sun also rose and fell, it was not the sun rising and the moon setting, but it had another meaning.

When the sun rises, it is the beginning of an epoch when everything starts from scratch, with no exceptions.

When the sun sets, it is the end of an era, when any life will cease to exist, any trace of human creation will cease to exist, and everything will come to an end.

And what the next epoch will be, it is difficult to say.

To paraphrase a saying: anything is possible.

There was once an era when the life that became the master was human beings, and there was also a power system of its own, but after all, it was all lost in the dust torrent of history and became a fragment of history.

However, these are not the places that attract Zouping the most, the most attractive place to Zouping is the attitude of these "natives" towards life, and their attitudes have caused Zou Ping to think deeply.

"People" have their own aspirations.

This is true for everyone, and it doesn't make a difference just because of race.

Although the life of those "native" is as short as a flash in the pan, there is little dissatisfaction, and most of them want to give full play to their value in their limited life.

Although Zou Ping has not been here for a long time, he has been here for several generations, and I don't know how much has happened during this time.

100 kinds of people and 100 kinds of things.

Some are like those "madmen", for their own purposes, although they are not understood by others, they never give up, for the sake of just a trace of thought in their hearts.

There are also people who live an extremely plain life, which is completely a template life, it can be said that there are as many people as there are, but they do not pursue anything excessively, and they are still happy.

There are also generations of people who have been fighting and working hard for the same goal, without the slightest thought of giving up.

If your own generation can't finish it, give it to your son, and if your son can't finish it, give it to your grandson, and so on and so on until the day your goal is achieved.

And things like this are not an isolated case, nor are they an accident that happens once every few years, but are quite common.

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