Just when countless question marks emerged deep in Meng Chao's soul.

The ancient battlefield in front of us has undergone amazing changes.

Tens of thousands of dancing crystal butterflies have adjusted their wings to a subtle angle.

A large number of colorful light spots appeared on their wings and converged together at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The light spot became brighter and brighter, as bright as a surging ocean of light.

As the crystal battle fortresses slowly floated from the surface, they soared out of the atmosphere and joined the ranks of the crystal matrix.

There are not many "ancients" below the atmosphere.

The silent horn shook the entire galaxy.

The ocean of light exploded.

Thousands of thick light beams, like thousands of long swords coiled with arcs of electricity and heated to thousands of degrees, stabbed fiercely at the planet covered with tentacles and flagella.

Huge balls of light suddenly bulged out on the surface of the planet, like crystal clear tumors.

All flesh and blood towers, the ancient ferocious beasts that successively formed the towers, the super giant lairs that gave birth to the ancient ferocious beasts, and the things that connect all the lairs and are hidden deep in the ground, similar to nerves and brains, are all raging with infinite brilliance.

, it burst into flames.

That scene reminded Meng Chao of the game of a naughty boy holding a magnifying glass, focusing on sunlight and lighting ants on fire.

Of course, the scale of this extremely cruel game before us is billions of times greater than using a magnifying glass to light ants on fire.

Under the infinite radiance, all the carbon-based life on the ground was quickly slaughtered and turned into ashes, leaving not even the slightest remains.

Even the seeds of life hidden deep underground have been killed by 99%.

When the photospheres break apart one by one, the shock waves released look like circles of faint ripples when viewed from above the atmosphere.

But from a ground perspective, the shock wave is like a burning hurricane, spreading in all directions at a speed of more than 100 kilometers per hour, spreading overwhelmingly.

One after another "ripples" collided with each other, setting off waves of devastating waves on the surface of the planet, continuing to destroy the fish that escaped the net in the first round of space-based orbital strikes.

The shock wave even triggered geological structural changes and extreme climate outbreaks on the planet's surface itself.

In the following hundreds or even thousands of years, earthquakes, floods, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, acid rain that lasted for hundreds of years, and various natural disasters came to this world one after another, almost burning it into an extra-large glass ball.

In this way, the planet was "purified".

After such cruel destruction or purification, it seems impossible for this planet to give birth to any intelligent life powerful enough to threaten the "ancients" in a short period of time.

However, the spiritual energy contained deep underground is also sealed beneath the surface of the fired glass shell.

Meng Chao saw that a large number of crystal butterflies decomposed from the "Dyson sphere" surrounding the planet.

They opened the "solar sail" to the limit, formed a mighty crystal fleet, and flew towards the outer reaches of the galaxy.

In the vast universe, it is like a sheet of shining spores blowing in the wind.

Subsequently, the spores disappeared.

It's like floating into the depths of the universe, an invisible gap.

It seems that this thrilling ancient war finally came to an end with the victory and departure of the "ancient people".

Perhaps, when the planet gradually cools down, the glass shell sealing the surface is cracked, and the spiritual energy spurts out again.

The ancients will come back.

Come back and continue to absorb spiritual energy and harvest life.

But I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

Meng Chao seemed to see it just before the ancients launched a devastating strike with space-based orbital weapons.

There is a tower of flesh and blood, which is the wildly waving tentacles and flagella of the planet itself, which has rushed out of the sky and touched the crystal matrix surrounding the planet.

And he stabbed a certain "Crystal Butterfly" lightly.

The war is not over yet.

Life will always find a way.

Inside the seemingly dead glass ball.

The seeds of life are still silently gestating, evolving, struggling, trying various methods to break through the indestructible barrier, break through to the ground, and send out an unyielding war cry toward the sky.

As the ancient fleet left, Meng Chao's perspective returned to his original mother.

To be more precise, it should be the life seed that gave birth to the original mother.

Dark, cold, narrow, suffocating, unable to move.

That's all it feels like.

However, these are not the most difficult things.

But it is monotonous, boring, boring, and a loneliness that cannot be described in words and lasts for hundreds of millions of years.

It longs for change, for something new, for endless possibilities, for bringing some little... chaos to this unchanging world, to this universe that will eventually stagnate and freeze.

It starts to try.

Trying to grow new tentacles and flagella from the cracks in the underground rock formations.

Although compared with the flesh-and-blood towers composed of billions of ancient ferocious beasts in the ancient war era, which were like limbs grown on the planet itself, the current tentacles and flagella are hundreds of millions of times thinner, and are nothing more than clusters of insignificant bacteria.

Silk.

But within these hyphae, there are still infinite possibilities for life.

Mycelium dances.

From the global natural disasters that lasted for tens of millions of years after the end of the world, various elements such as carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, phosphorus, and sulfur were patiently collected.

These elements are used to form single biological molecules such as amino acids, purines, and pyrimidines.

Soon, biopolymers such as polypeptides and polynucleotides were also born.

Using these single molecules and polymers as the most basic "parts", various primitive cells were recreated one after another.

The newly born primitive cells are extremely simple, weak and ugly.

They cannot be compared with their ancestors, the mother body that once controlled the entire planet, or even the little monster born from the mother body.

Even so, the original mother's predecessor still failed countless times.

Because at that time, it did not have consciousness and intelligence in the true sense.

It is even difficult to define whether it can be regarded as real life.

The so-called process of "creating life" is nothing more than simply arranging and combining countless amino acids, purines, pyrimidines, polypeptides, polynucleotides... and then using the exhaustive method to repeat it hundreds of millions of times.

99.99% of attempts fail.

They are not single molecules and polymers that are simply kneaded together. They cannot be organically combined at all and will soon fall apart and turn into nothingness.

This newly born thing that can barely be called "life" suffered from volcanoes, floods, acid rain and earthquakes before the cell membrane had evolved and stabilized, and died early and returned to dust.

But it does not matter.

Even if it is destroyed billions of times.

As long as you try enough times, you will be destroyed once more than billions of times.

Life can create miracles.

Therefore, under the dance of countless life seeds, or "eggs of chaos" scattered in the depths of the earth, the mother body danced.

Cyanobacteria were born.

Graptolite was born.

The trilobite was born.

Nautilus was born.

Crinoids, ostracods, heterophylla, bony fish, and all kinds of vertebrates were born.

Although the structures of most primitive life forms are quite simple and even full of errors, they are destined to be unable to stand out from the cruel competition of natural selection and survival of the fittest.

But this does not mean that their existence is meaningless.

On the road of evolution.

There are no billions of "failures."

It is impossible to accumulate extremely precious and only remaining "successes".

What's more, it is the corpses of these "failed species" that cover the surface of the planet that was burned into a glass shell by the ancients.

Let this desolate, monotonous, deserted, lonely, boring and lifeless world regain its colorful and vibrant appearance. Although it is chaotic and cruel, it contains infinite hope and endless possibilities.

The scene of all things flourishing in front of him reminded Meng Chao of the process of human reproduction.

When humans are ready to create life.

There will not only be one seed of life containing a huge gene bank prepared.
To be continued...