Layers of memories kept appearing in her and the female official's minds like peeling bamboo shoots. I don't know how long it has passed, but they saw clearly the life of this bald emperor, or programmer in the old era.
It is undeniable that even in the eyes of the female cultivator who hated this bald emperor, from a humble existence in the old era to a tens of thousands of years of survival, becoming such an alien, would undoubtedly become a legend.
It is also because of the humbleness that he can control the life and death of most people in this world as a creator, but he is afraid of the surviving creator, which makes this man hide like a shady mouse.
Talents are gradually becoming more and more distorted.
An era disappeared.
In this world of cultivation, most of the people I see are the artificial humans in the game at that time, and they are all descendants of artificial humans.
He probably had no burden in his heart to kill these people at the beginning.
Because killing these people is probably no different from killing a chicken in the game for someone like him.
However, the longer he lives in such a world, the less he can't question the authenticity of this world.
In his memory, the words like reincarnation appeared many times.
He would begin to feel that even in the extremely glorious old era, who would know that the human society in the old era was not the beginning of such a world?
"Maybe he feels increasingly that the beginning is not important, what matters is the result?"
After reading all the memories of this person, the female cultivator slowly raised her head. She looked at the female official beside her and couldn't help laughing sarcastically, "Will he be satisfied with this result?"
Female officials have never had much opinion.
She didn't hate the bald emperor very much, especially after seeing the other person's life, she felt more sympathy for the bald emperor.
She felt that she could understand the pain of the world that the bald emperor had familiar with collapsed in one breath and the real people he had come into contact with disappeared into his world.
"I don't know." So in the face of the female cultivator's problem, she just shook her head blankly and said, "Maybe he has been lonely for too long and is really tired of living."
When she finished saying this, she suddenly became a little happy for the bald emperor.
Because she inexplicably felt that this person was pitiful. He had very powerful power, but had to hide like a mouse in the ditch. He could obviously be more presumptuous, but he only dared to stay in such a country.
This man has been suppressed for countless years, and he is worried every day that the creator has found him. Now the creator has finally found him. He has the courage to face the creator. She inexplicably felt that this man was also relieved.
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Love is love, hate is hatred.
The female cultivator was silent for a moment, and she was sure that she would not change this love and hate because of sympathy or other emotions.
Her eyes fell on a glowing screen.
There are many flowing characters on that screen.
If these characters were before, in her and the entire cultivation world, these characters would be mysterious ancient runes.
In the chips implanted by the bald programmer in her brain, in addition to his complete memory, there was also a vast amount of system knowledge and the information he wanted her and the female official to know.
These messages are like the power of the spiritual medicine slowly infiltrating her body, and are slowly absorbed by her brain.
So she now knows that these are codes from the old era.
Countless people like this humble, non-existent programmer in the old era, weave these codes like ants, allowing them to form programs that control everything, which is the countless laws understood by the world of cultivation.
And the codes in front of her were like countless ants.
These ants accumulate very simple instructions, but countless simple instructions accumulate into various extremely complex laws.
Countless ants piled up into a glorious old era.
The code is ant, and countless programmers are also ants. These ants are busy all the time every day, but when the order of the old era was broken, these ants wanted to go against the will of heaven.
She and the female official must be one of the people in the whole world who know the most about the old era, so she naturally knows the origin of the Battle of Destruction better than anyone else.
Just looking at the ant-like codes, she couldn't help but smile with emotion.
The Tiandao network formed by countless codes is not just an ants?
Now she and the female official have become such an ant.
"This man didn't realize this until he died." She looked at the female official and said.
"Where?" the female official couldn't help asking.
But because she had a brain connection with the female cultivator, she had already got the answer as soon as she spoke out.
Those creators are like ants kings and queens. Although they have established a huge ant world and even determined the number of ants reproduction, they do not do what countless underlying ants are familiar with.
These programmers can code, but they won't.
Those engineers and factories will build base stations, light brains, and copy people, but they won't.
When the order of the old era collapsed and many machines used for manufacturing were destroyed, these creators could only gain more power by collecting relics from the old era.
But according to the message that the bald emperor finally conveyed to them, even in collecting relics from the old era, these creators were probably not good at it and had no advantages.
After all, it's like picking up garbage, it's like picking up garbage and pieced together some useful things.
But how could the Creator be proficient in picking up trash?
They are even less good at waste utilization.
Compared with that simple ant world, in the glorious old era, countless ants were responsible for countless different jobs, even ordinary programmers like this, most programmers are good at and faced by the work they face.
There are also big differences.
But the Creator also ignored the most critical point.
The connection between these lower ants is much more than that between them, the creators.
According to the memories left by this bald emperor, there are many channels for communication between programmers, such as the Bald Forum, the secret base of the coder, the overtime association, and the special-flavor movie sharing group...
These ants have countless channels for grouping and communication.
So much so that at the moment when the Battle of Destruction came, most programmers even uploaded many of their own exclusive knowledge and secrets at the first time.
The reason why this bald emperor became so powerful after becoming a survivor is that he has packed the knowledge and secrets uploaded by many people.
In the computer of the base station where he is located, countless things uploaded by ants instantly appeared.
"Why didn't these creators...they did not collect and back up all the knowledge? Since they were guarded against the Tiandao Network to develop self-awareness, and since they have always been worried about such a doomsday, why were they not prepared enough?" the female official couldn't help asking.
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"Maybe they think that such a doomsday is still far away from them, but the most important thing is that under the order they set in the old era, even the smallest ants have their own selfish intentions." The female cultivator said slowly.
Both the female official and the female cultivator thought this conversation was strange.
Because their brains are connected, it seems that every thought arises from the other party. They are like this thought in their own minds. They are like talking to themselves, but they also seem to have another brain thinking about things.
Their thoughts became sharper and faster.
So after the female cultivator said those few words, both of them fell silent, and they began to get used to communicating directly with their thoughts.
The order of the old era seemed absolutely fair under the supervision of the Tiandao Network. Everyone received absolutely fair distribution based on their contributions, but just as the female cultivator said just now, everyone wanted to make as much contribution as possible.
and then you can climb to a higher position.
So under such rules, even these programmers will not contribute and share unreserved contributions and shares with others what they are best at.
Unless it is the end of the world.
Everyone is thinking about using the rules as much as possible, hiding their own secrets, hiding their accumulated experiences, and not sharing them with others, while constantly looking for loopholes in the system.
One by one, my thoughts were like stars flashing constantly, appearing in the minds of two people.
It's like the sparks of wisdom colliding, thus creating more fire.
The two of them seemed to be standing on the shoulders of the bald emperor and looking forward. They suddenly realized that the bald emperor had not realized more.
In addition to the lack of need and no interest in studying all the knowledge at the bottom, the biggest key point that limits the ability of the creators to accept this knowledge is the capacity of the brain.
A person who keeps eating will eventually burst into his stomach.
If a person keeps remembering things in his mind, he will never be able to bear it.
So in the old era, how to expand a person's brain, how to make a person's brain run faster, use better, and remember more things, has always been the forefront of those creators' pursuit
science and technology.
At this time, the female cultivator and the female official didn't know what happened in the monster's desperate situation. They had never seen the huge skulls that Wang Li had seen and the creator in the pyramid, so they were still
No more associations and analysis can be developed.
But at this time, they also understood another intention of the bald emperor.
In a way, this bald emperor is really a genius.
Over the past tens of thousands of years, he has found many things that he thought were useful from the knowledge provided to him by programmers, and has pieced together many things that can be used with his search.
He was like rushing gold from the sand, constantly drawing things that were more useful to his survival and hiding.
But he also realized the greatest limitations that limit himself.
The body of the Creator must be stronger than him. Since the Creator's brain has great limitations, even if he has spent tens of thousands of years to transform himself, even if he can make himself almost immortal and his brain to the greatest extent.
The domain has become stronger, but it is naturally impossible to do so if you want to be stronger than the Creator, or to completely surpass the Creator, relying on a machine that is pieced together like he picks up garbage.
But just like the cheapest way to assemble faster computers in the old days, he still easily found a dodgy solution.
At this time, the female cultivator and the female official didn't know whether the creators could think of such a poor-style method, that is, a chip was not able to operate fast enough, so they added a chip.
Computing two cheap chips together is not as powerful as a high-end chip that cannot be studied, but it is still stronger than a cheap chip.
But at this time they were vaguely sure that even if the Creators thought of this method one day, they might not be able to implement it.
Because these creators are all gods, each creator may not be able to accept the interoperability of other creators' brains, and cannot be like two brains combined into one brain.
Although if they seek their consent, it is very likely that they may not agree.
But the bald emperor has now directly used a strange method to cause such a result.
(This chapter wants to be written with 4,000 words, but it is too late to write it. Tomorrow, try to write with 4,000 words as much as possible, and update on Monday or two.)