Inside the wormhole.
The Silver Shuttle sped onward.
Its destination: the Hundred Generations Civilization.
Liu Di looked at Fu Qing beside him, who sat suspended in midair, leisurely waving a paper fan and slowly spinning an ink stick, utterly composed.
He kept feeling that this guy was plotting something nasty.
Liu Di turned and looked into the deep space ahead.
Then he heard a snicker behind him. Fu Qing was secretly laughing.
Liu Di turned back, only to see the man once again putting on the air of an enlightened master, fanning himself as he said calmly, "Why are you looking at me? Is something wrong?"
Liu Di frowned slightly.
Four hours later, the Silver Shuttle shot out of the wormhole.
About five thousand kilometers away lay the home of the Hundred Generations Civilization.
It was a planet roughly the size of Earth, also a faint blue.
But its blue was entirely different from Earth's. It resembled a translucent Crystal Ball, radiating fluorescence and creating the illusion of crystalline clarity.
Liu Di knew.
This planet barely had any technological advancement to speak of. Its inhabitants had never even ventured into space.
They simply reproduced and lived slowly upon this planet, in the places that belonged to them.
But.
They were very likely the earliest-born and longest-existing intelligent civilization in the entire universe.
Ten billion years of evolution.
Even if they had begun as single-celled organisms, what they had become by now was beyond imagination.
After all.
The evolutionary history of Homo Sapiens on Earth was only a mere three million years.
"They haven't developed technology. Could their bodies have already become divine?"
Purple light flickered in Liu Di's right eye. He repeatedly confirmed that there was not the slightest trace of electricity, electromagnetic signals, network signals, or anything similar on