Just as the people of the Daya Civilization analyzed the Crimson Flame Civilization and concluded that it was not Human Civilization.
In some corner of the Milky Way Galaxy.
Looking toward the galactic center from here, the sight was even fainter than the Milky Way as seen from Earth's night sky.
A glance at a galactic star map would reveal that this place was extremely remote, situated at the very end of an extended spur on the Milky Way Galaxy Outer Arm.
The starry sky here was incomparably empty, rarely visited by anyone—no, it should be said that no civilization had come here for tens of thousands of years. The distances between stars were immense, and some regions were covered by nothing but Molecular Clouds.
If not for those Molecular Clouds, the sky here would have been nearly pitch-black. Only the starlight diffracted by the Nebulae gave this place a little illumination.
There was nothing here. Even the varieties of Dark Matter were exceedingly scarce. Yet within such a Void, an identifiable piece of information suddenly appeared.
"You came!"
"I came!"
The Void contained nothing, yet two streams of information passed back and forth.
If the pixels were magnified and the optical perspective abandoned, one would see a Golden Ratio Rectangular Prism quietly floating behind a Nebula.
The first message had come from that rectangular prism.
The reply came from a strange individual. That individual was currently within the Nebula and had not revealed any form.
Yet the Golden Ratio Rectangular Prism could easily see him.
"We were too arrogant. I never expected such an existence to be hidden in the Milky Way Galaxy. Still, I must thank you. If not for you, even more of my companions would likely have died." The Golden Ratio Rectangular Prism sent another message.