Reproduction is a joyful thing full of vitality and hope?

Or is it a helpless thing full of tragic and tragic things that have to continue?

This doesn't matter anymore. After all, no matter what "it" is, it is a biological instinct that cannot be escaped.

The first generation, after hiding the source star that gave birth to itself, died in a long period of time, but for the universe, it was a short period of time.

No matter how impossible this is Tang Ling thinks, the facts have been fixed in the long flow of time and cannot be changed.

But it's reasonable.

It can be imagined that if humans are unable to get out of the Source Star after being left alone, it will be sooner or later to be trapped and died in it.

Just like an isolated island hanging in the sea, if you reach the continent across the sea, the island is larger or smaller, the ending is destined.

According to Kun's words, the first generation was far from "crossing the sea". Everything they did was nothing more than building the island a little bigger.

All right.

It is always a bit understatement to tell something from a historical perspective. But perhaps it is because of the indelible blood connection. Tang Ling looked at the annihilation of the first generation, and the sadness in her heart could never be erased.

But how can a small sadness shake the progress of time? The hidden source star, the gene fragments buried deep in the source star, finally sprouted new buds in the long river of time.

Life appears.

The entire process is actually not much different from the planetary life history recorded by the previous civilizations, from the simplest life, through evolution to complex living bodies, to smart creatures...

But the timeline in the whole process was lengthened a lot.

But no matter how long it is, the smart creature destined to be the only king will stand out after all.

They looked very close to the first generation, but the first generation had horns on their heads, but when they came, they became tentacles similar to insect tentacles, hanging from their ears.

There is no doubt that this appearance is similar to that of humans, and it is even more similar to humans in details. At least at first glance, Tang Ling thought that this had evolved from humans.

But it is different. Evolution is full of too many uncertainties, just like a tree that will not grow two identical leaves, or it is like a random combination of countless pieces. If it is not intentional, the result will definitely be different.

The various creatures that the Yuanxing evolved again are not only different from the first generation, but also from the modern era.

"Did you see it? This time the newly generated intelligent race is the second generation." Kun was spinning back and forth in front of Tang Ling, as if he wanted Tang Ling to observe more carefully.

The sadness of the annihilation of the first generation has not yet dissipated in Tang Ling's heart. Looking at Kun and talking to the second generation lightly, Tang Ling's throat rolled. The tragedy is foreseeable. Is it still important to see what the second generation looks like?

"What then?" Tang Ling always approached the truth. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke a little heavy.

"Then? Can't you guess?" Kun asked deliberately.

"It's not the same tragedy, right?" Tang Ling was not sure. After all, the kindness of the universe must be accompanied by cruelty, and the two sides of things will always apply.

"No." Kun directly denied it.

Then, another historical scroll unfolded in front of Tang Ling.

Under Kun's intention, the whole process was faster than the rise of the first generation. The bloodline of the same origin was destined to have many similar thoughts, so these rise processes looked different, but they were familiar everywhere.

However, after reaching a certain node...

Tang Ling personally saw the universe war.

"It's different when I get here." As if I'm afraid that Tang Ling won't understand, Kun reminded me here specially.

Tang Ling seemed to have guessed something, but these speculations were quickly swallowed up by shocking emotions in the face of cosmic war.

But such shocking emotions did not last long, and Tang Ling suddenly felt resistant and boring. Yes, perhaps the effect of the spiritual eye does not only matter, but will directly reach some things on the spiritual level.

After putting aside the so-called "gorgeous" means of disturbing the troubles, I suddenly realized that war is still war and its essence is no different.

If it still exists, it is essentially a game with strength in a certain field and striving for various purposes.

Cosmic war is nothing more than a larger venue and greater power.

"Second generation, died in war?" Tang Ling turned his head and suddenly didn't want to continue watching.

"You can't say that." Kun shook his head: "So I said that the first generation was lucky. They had enough expansion range to not cause war. But in the era of the rise of the second generation, all races in the universe are also rising. As long as they extend their tentacles, they are destined to collide."

"They did not die in war, but they rose up in the fire of war."

Tang Ling showed a helpless but sarcastic smile on her face: "So what? It's time to thank the powerful genes of the first generation."

"Although the direction of thanks is wrong, it is the fact. Look at these means of war, and ultimately the collision of laws. After all, technology is also based on laws. So, what genes can be stronger than genes that are naturally 'favored' by all laws?" Kun has obvious pride.

Tang Ling bowed his head. In fact, compared with the first generation, the entire ethnicity of the second generation has changed a lot, and the war has injected too many negative spiritual factors into the ethnic group.

Kun looked at Tang Ling and this time he had an extremely accurate insight into Tang Ling's thoughts: "Don't judge what's right or wrong from the perspective of God. This is the environment faced by the second generation, and it is impossible to escape."

"And you, I mean you humans, because of this history, the traces of the second generation have inevitably been imprinted in the genes, you know."

Tang Ling looked up: "I understand, are you talking about the war between us humans?"

"Yes, but this is not a bad thing." Kun said this, paused slightly, and looked at Tang Lingruo with deep meaning: "At least in the face of the survival of the tribe, the wolves fighting from blood and fire can bring a sense of security more than a tender greenhouse flower sea."

"After all, everything seems casual, but the grass snake gray line can always find some inexplicable meanings. Do higher laws exist or do they exist?" Quintol's chin, with elegant movements, fell into a deep thought.

At this time, Tang Ling didn't want to listen to these plausible words. He looked at Kun and asked the same words again: "What?"

"What do you want to tell me?"

"A little patient." Kun stretched: "I just wanted to explain that the second generation has risen in the war. They have built an empire! A huge cosmic empire that humans cannot imagine, spanning galaxies."

In Tang Ling's surprise, Kun casually fiddled with the background images beside the two, and one galaxy map after another was called out: "Look, here, here, and there... all the places you see belong to this empire."

Tang Ling pursed the corners of his lips. Judging from the background image, it was really insignificant, just like spreading a map on the table and looking at the world map.

But in fact, it is actually unimaginable! You cannot think deeply!

"What's next?" Compared to the first generation, the second generation seems to have achieved greater achievements, so where did they lose?

"Next? Haven't you read the history books left by the previous civilization?" Kun glanced at Tang Ling, then said with a sigh: "I really don't want to show you these cruelties, but that's the case."

Having said that, what else can Tang Ling not understand?

Many huge empires have been born in human history, but now, what about the traces of these empires? Only China can say that civilization has not been broken, but it is as magical as China, and those brilliant empires have also been destroyed.

No matter how huge the universe empire is, it turns out that its essence is the same.

Tang Ling seemed to have read some invisible shackles, but at this moment, just like every moment that time has passed, these shackles cannot be removed even if they see clearly. As smart as Tang Ling, there is no way. This is also a layer in the large filter of the universe?

Tang Ling thought a little pessimistically, and the history of the destruction of the second generation of empire has already unfolded in front of Tang Ling.

It looks full of conspiracy, danger, and complex interlacing, but in fact it is nothing more than the unwillingness, collusion, and agreement of the other races, and then creates one contradiction after another in the huge and bloated empires that were originally unable to worry about.

It was like cutting one small hole after another on a beast that seemed to be injuring the overall situation. When these small holes bleed the beast to the point of weakness, they then attacked them in groups...

It's boring, but surprisingly realistic and can't stop it.

Tang Ling's sadness ignited by the first generation became deeper again. He actually couldn't look at all from the perspective of God as mentioned by Kun, and could not get out, just because whether it was the first generation or the second generation, the answer was obvious. They were of the same origin as humans and were passed down from blood.

So in the conspiracy of the destruction of this empire, Tang Ling's hatred was also ignited.

He even understood where the hatred for the feather tribe comes from? This time the empire was destroyed, and the protagonist in the middle was the feather tribe. They not only wanted to destroy the empire established by the second generation, but also wanted to steal the genes that can be truly called the top level in this universe.

What resources can be stronger than genetic resources?

The empire finally collapsed with such a calculation that regardless of time costs.

At this time, the guardians left by the first generation, including Kun, did not wake up completely. Tang Ling just saw the Nirvana Tower left by the first generation record the feather clan in it, annotated a symbol that Tang Ling didn't understand, and disappeared again in a mysterious place, that's all.

"What are you doing? Aren't you guardians?" This is a thing that has happened in history and cannot be changed. Seeing the second generation declining and about to be completely destroyed, Tang Ling didn't want to be angry, but he unconsciously began to question Kun.
Chapter completed!