July of the seventh year of Shenyuan.

The Great Andromeda Galaxy, the place where the God-initiated migrates.

The old man Maxwell was standing on a big tree, looking down at the barbarian tribe who was sacrificing below...

It is a desert edge, very dry, with only scattered green on the ground.

In the desert, wild people with turf skirts and crazy faces were dancing wildly under a stone platform.

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

The heat steam evaporated and disappeared soon.

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

“God said that as long as you believe in Him with devout faith, He will give us food!”

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

The savages in the dance began to cheer wildly, while some women took their children and transported the food away.

Maxwell looked at the scene and then turned his gaze to the distance.

I saw a vast white mist in the distance, sealing the barbarian tribe. Looking down from above, it looked like a foggy island.

"Ah... if the power is unrestrained, all kinds of fantasy and horrifying scenes will appear."

Maxwell sighed like this and flew away from the big tree.

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

But this is a large plain with a humid climate, with sunshine and sunshine very suitable.

On the plains, there are modern-style factories.

Lao Mai knew that these factories were all imitations of food factories built from the secret realm of inheritance.

Unlike the original version, all the workers walking in and out here have the same expression and are very dull.

Maxwell knew that these workers were all Yuanslaves.

Their spiritual will is controlled by the guy named "Wang Jinghong". Now that guy is called the "ancestor of Yuanslaves" and is responsible for controlling these Yuanslaves.

As for what the other party’s real name is, no one cares about it.

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 large plain is enough to consume billions of people.

This is the power of the black technology food industry.

The distribution of food is arranged according to how many vital energy practitioners there are in the tribe.

These barbarian tribes are completely like pigs fed in modern pig factories.

They do not need to cultivate land and will not face natural disasters and man-made disasters. As long as they contribute their magic power to practice every time they reach a certain period of time, they can get food and clothes.

If the population reproduction exceeds a certain level, the excess population will be separated into the new Kirishima.

Maxwell could easily confirm that with their social ecology, even if it lasts for millions of years, it would not have evolved.

Don’t think that human civilization is natural. On the contrary, it has accumulated bit by bit after countless hard fights and struggles, and ignited the science and technology tree.

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

They just need to give the clan a few more young men who can practice and worship magic power to make the clan have enough food and clothing.

Maxwell didn't understand why migrants used this inefficient method at first, but after thinking about it carefully, he understood.

Efficiency means to be civilized, and civilized means to resist, and gods do not like to resist.

As for inefficiency, it doesn't matter, it's enough to increase the quantity.

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

Gods do not want to cultivate a new earthly human civilization.

They only need a group of energy coolies.

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

"The migrants have spent their first years in this galaxy. They have developed on this planet at an extremely fast speed. The barbarian tribes on the entire planet are endless. The mana they can collect every day is at least 30 million Dan Yuan. At the latest top meeting, they have to use the mana they have accumulated to go to the nearest star system and carry out a new colonization again..."

The old man completed his task very loyally.

"We don't have much time left. They don't need to discuss or argue. They expand the efficiency of sub-bases, just like the Zerg in the game, as long as there is sunshine, water and land, new populations can be quickly planted."

"The vital energy conversion device, universal bacteria, "Nine-Turn Golden Elixir Art", and the shuttle method provided by the gods, these four great inventions form the basis of the new universe colonization."

"Those barbarian tribes have only been granted the first three levels of the "Nine-Turn Golden Elixir Art". They rely on themselves to understand or learn the subsequent martial arts unless there are geniuses among geniuses or obtain apocalypse. And this is the only opportunity for barbarians to transform."

Maxwell summarized it seriously.

He knew very well that in the distant future, this new civilization would definitely conflict with mankind.

If it were in the past, he might not need to pay special attention. After all, in the past, he could not live to be a hundred years old, so there was no need to worry about what would happen thousands of years later.

But now, he has to worry about this because he is confident that relying on the alliance platform, he can continue to break through and his life span can continue to grow. Living for thousands of years is probably not a problem. As long as he does not have any accidents, even if an accident occurs, as long as the soul is not destroyed, he can still be transformed into various forms.

However, the price of living too long is to see many miserable things happening one by one before your eyes.

"If you want to stop them, perhaps only the same God can do it."

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After Maxwell's intelligence was transmitted back to Earth, the Alliance Platform quickly transferred this valuable information to relevant personnel.

Inheritance secret realm.

Cultivators Conference.

The big screen is showing the development history of migrants...it is like a history of pioneering new civilizations.

Ren Ruofeng frowned and said, "It seems that we want to speed up the colonization of aliens. Compared with these migrants, our development speed is still too slow. Imagine that in about a hundred years, we will be left far behind by the other party."

"This is bad money to drive out good money. The cost of their mana production is too low. Just a little food is enough, but we also have to provide food, clothing, housing and transportation, as well as various education and entertainment, and there are also order problems from time to time..." Someone complained.

"But we are efficient and can cultivate more powerful people in cultivation." Someone opposed.

"It may not be possible. A few days ago, a rebel appeared. He was jealous of others' cultivation speed faster than him, so he beat people. The pond-level master did not inject the management chip. Fortunately, he was locked in time by Skynet, but one floor was almost destroyed by him, killing and injuring thousands of people. The stronger the individual's strength, the more difficult it is to manage. These migrants are very smart and have no moral burden on execution." Someone asked a question.

"Yes, if it is simply to improve the productivity of mana, letting civilians practice to the third level of "Nine Transformations Golden Elixir" is the most efficient. The power is only at the cube level, so it will not have much force, and it cannot fight against ordinary guns, and it will consume less early resources. When you practice to a higher level, you will consume a lot of mana. Just like raising pigs, it is impossible to keep it until you are very old, and the cost-effectiveness will be much lower." Someone said in agreement.

"Hey, you are suspected of discrimination and do not regard people as human beings. Is this a pig farm? You also need to consider feeding and meat production?" The venue began to make noise.

For a moment, various opinions flew around, and no one could convince anyone.

Is it a strategy to continue to maintain equal opportunities, or to consider cost-effectiveness and strictly use market laws to produce mana?

Both sides have support, and there has been huge controversy.

The meeting host began to knock on the hammer: "Quiet, everyone pay attention to order."

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

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

They all knew very well that this problem seemed to be very far away, but if we didn't pay attention to it now, history would repeat itself.

If you don’t establish strategic advantages now, it will be too late to wait until things come to an end.
Chapter completed!