Layers of memories kept appearing in her and the female officer's minds like peeling bamboo shoots. After an unknown amount of time, they saw clearly the life of this bald emperor, or the programmer of the old era.
It is undeniable that even in the eyes of the female cultivator who hates the bald emperor extremely, going from a humble existence in the old era to surviving for tens of thousands of years and becoming such an alien has undoubtedly become a legend.
It is precisely from being humble that he can control the life and death of most people in the world at will like the Creator, but he is also afraid that there are still surviving Creators, so that this person has to hide like a mouse that cannot see the light.
Talent gradually becomes more and more distorted.
An era has disappeared.
In this world of cultivation, in his eyes, most of the people he saw were artificial humans in the game at that time, and they were all descendants of artificial humans.
I'm afraid he didn't have any burden in his heart when he killed these people in the first place.
Because killing these people, for people like him, is probably no different from killing a chicken in the game.
However, the longer he lives in such a world, the less he becomes able to question the reality of this world.
In his memory, the word reincarnation appeared many times.
He will begin to feel that even in the extremely glorious old era, who would have known that the human society that originally formed the old era did not begin in such a world?
"Perhaps he feels more and more that the beginning is not important, but the result is important?"
The female cultivator who had read all of this person's memories slowly raised her head. She looked at the female officer beside her and couldn't help but laugh sarcastically, "Is he satisfied with this result?"
Female officers never have much opinion.
She didn't originally hate the bald emperor that much, especially after seeing his life now, she felt more sympathy for the bald emperor.
She felt that she could understand the pain of the bald emperor's familiar world all collapsing in one breath, and all the real people he came in contact with disappearing from his world.
"I don't know." So when faced with the female cultivator's question, she just shook her head blankly and said, "Maybe he has been alone for too long and is really tired of living."
After saying this, she suddenly felt a little happy for the bald emperor.
Because she inexplicably felt that this man was very pitiful. Although he had great power, he had to hide like a rat in the sewer. He could obviously be more arrogant, but he only dared to stay in this kind of country and act arrogantly.
This man had been suppressed for countless years, and he was worried every day for fear that the Creator would find him. Now that the Creator finally found him, he had the courage to face the Creator. She inexplicably felt that this man was finally freed.
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Love is love, hate is hate.
The female cultivator was silent for a moment. She was sure that she would not change her 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 existed before, in the understanding of her and the entire cultivation world, these characters would be mysterious and unspeakable ancient runes.
In the chip implanted in her brain by the bald programmer, in addition to his complete memories, there was also a vast amount of system knowledge, as well as the information he wanted her and the female officer to know.
These messages were slowly being absorbed into her brain just like the power of elixir slowly infiltrating her body.
So she now knows that these are codes from the old era.
Countless people like this humble, dispensable programmer from the old era are like ants weaving these codes, allowing them to form programs that control everything, which are countless laws understood by the world of cultivation.
And the codes in front of her were like countless ants.
These ants pile up very simple instructions, but countless simple instructions pile up into various extremely complex rules.
Countless ants piled up to form a glorious old era.
Coders are ants, and countless programmers are also ants. These ants are busy every day, but when the order of the old era is broken, these ants want to go against the will.
She and the female officer must now be one of the people who know the most about the old era in the entire world. Naturally, she knows the origin of the World-Destroying War better than anyone else.
Just looking at those ant-like codes, she couldn't help but laugh with emotion.
Isn’t the Tiandao network formed by countless codes just ants?
Now she and the female officer have become such ants.
"This man didn't realize this until he died." She looked at the female officer and said.
"Which point?" the female officer couldn't help but ask.
But because of her brain-connected relationship with this female cultivator, she had already gotten the answer as soon as she spoke.
Those creators are like ant kings and queens. Although they have established a huge ant world and even determine the number of ants to reproduce, they do not do things that are familiar to countless low-level ants.
These programmers can code, but they can't.
Those engineers and factories can make base stations, optical brains, and replicants, but they can'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 of the old era.
But according to the last message the bald emperor passed on to them, even in collecting relics from the old era, these creators are probably not good at it and have no advantage.
After all, it's like picking up trash, like picking up trash and putting together something useful.
But how could the Creator be so good at picking up trash?
They are even less good at recycling waste.
Compared with the simple ant world, in the glorious old days, countless ants were responsible for countless different tasks. Even ordinary programmers like this, most programmers are good at and face tasks.
There is also a big difference.
But the creator also ignored the most critical point.
There are far more connections between these ants at the bottom than there are between them, the creators.
According to the memory left by this bald emperor, there are many communication channels among their programmers, such as they have bald people’s forums, secret bases for coders, overtime sororities, special taste movie sharing groups...
These ants have countless channels for grouping and communication.
So much so that when the war of destruction came, most programmers immediately uploaded a lot of their own exclusive knowledge and secrets.
The reason why this bald emperor became so powerful after becoming a survivor is because he packed up the knowledge and secrets uploaded by many people.
The computer at the base station where he was was instantly filled with things uploaded by countless ants.
"These creators... why didn't they collect and back up all the knowledge? Since they have prepared themselves against the self-awareness of the Heavenly Dao Network, and since they have always been worried about the coming of such a doomsday, why didn't they have enough preparedness?" The female officer couldn't help but ask.
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"Perhaps they feel that such a doomsday is still far away from them, but the most important thing is that in the old times, under the order they established, even the smallest ants have their own selfish motives." The female cultivator said slowly.
Both the female officer and the female nun thought this conversation was strange.
Because their brains are connected, it seems that every thought of the other person is generated. They seem to have such thoughts in their own minds. They seem to be talking to themselves, but they also seem to have an extra brain thinking about things.
My thoughts become 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 minds.
The order of the old era, under the supervision of the Tiandao Network, seems to be absolutely fair. Everyone gets an absolutely fair distribution according to their contribution. But as the female cultivator just said, everyone wants to get as much contribution as possible.
degree, and then you can climb to a higher position.
Therefore, under such rules, even these programmers will not contribute and share what they are best at with others without reservation.
Unless it's the end of the world.
Everyone is thinking about using the rules as much as possible to hide their secrets and accumulated experience. While not sharing it with others, they are also constantly looking for loopholes in the system.
Each thought is like a star flashing continuously, appearing in the minds of two people.
It's like sparks of wisdom colliding, creating more fire.
The two of them looked forward as if they were standing on the shoulders of the bald emperor. They suddenly realized more things that the bald emperor did not realize.
In addition to the lack of necessity and interest in studying all the underlying knowledge, the biggest key factor that limits the creators' ability to accept this knowledge is the capacity of their brains.
If a person keeps eating, his stomach will eventually burst.
If a person keeps memorizing things in his mind, he will eventually be unable to bear it.
So in the old days, how to expand a person's brain, how to make a person's brain run faster, be more useful, and be able to remember more things, has always been the forefront of the pursuit of the creators.
science and technology.
At this time, the female cultivator and the female officer did not know what happened in the desperate situation of the giant monster. They had not seen the huge skulls and the creator in the pyramid that Wang Li had seen, so they still had no idea what was going on.
Unable to carry out further association and analysis.
But at this time, they also understood another intention of the bald emperor.
In some ways, this bald emperor is really a genius.
Over the past tens of thousands of years, he has searched for many things that he found useful from the knowledge provided to him by programmers, and along with his search, he has pieced together many useful things.
He is like panning for gold from the sand, constantly looking for things more useful to his survival and hiding.
But he also recognized his greatest limitations.
The creator's physical body must be stronger than his. Since the creator's brain has great limitations, even if he spent tens of thousands of years to transform himself, even if he made himself nearly immortal and his brain to the greatest extent,
The domain has become stronger, but if you want to be stronger than the Creator, or completely surpass the Creator, it is naturally impossible to rely on the machine he pieced together like picking up garbage.
But just like how he used the cheapest method to assemble a faster computer in the old days, he easily found a makeshift solution.
At this time, the female nun and the female officer wondered whether the creators could think of this poor man's solution, that is, if one chip is not fast enough, they would add another chip.
When two cheap chips are added together, even if they are not as powerful as a high-end chip that cannot be researched, they are still better than one 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 superior gods, each creator may not be able to accept the interconnection of brains with other creators, and cannot be like two brains merging into one.
Although if you ask for their consent in this way, it is very likely that they will not agree.
But the bald emperor has now directly used a strange method to cause such a result.
(I want to write this chapter to 4,000 words, but it’s too late and I can’t write it. I’ll try to write 4,000 words in one chapter tomorrow, and I’ll update it twice on Monday.)