Hundreds of millions of Eight-armed Moles stood upon the dark red planet.
Their mouths hung wide open.
Like marmots standing on the wasteland and screaming.
Except they were frantically gulping down the massive amounts of information released by the black hole.
"What black holes devour is all kinds of matter."
"And it actually gets transformed into signals similar to electromagnetic waves like this."
Liu Di stood amid countless Eight-armed Moles. The tide-like flow of information was divided up and swallowed by the moles, and by the time it reached him, it had become extremely thin.
Yet Liu Di's established scientific framework had been turned completely upside down.
Matter becoming information—what did that mean?
Could all things return to the same essence: information?
When the Supreme of the universe created everything, did they truly follow some kind of code?
Like a computer program?
This was not the first time Liu Di had felt this way.
For instance, Magic Child condensed a long river out of informational data, and Liu Di traveled through it, yet every place he arrived at was a real world.
Liu Di saw it.
Eight-armed Moles were a miraculous species.
After swallowing the information flow, their bodies filled with a certain kind of energy. Then, their flesh actually converted that energy into some form of bioenergy.
Visible to the naked eye, blue radiance surged across the Eight-armed Moles' jet-black claws, like dense, miniature currents. Wherever those currents touched, faint cracks appeared in space.
Was that why they could burrow through space?
So it had nothing to do with the little blue spheres?
No wonder Mole Prince had said the little spheres seemed like impurities.
Liu Di narrowed his eyes.
He activated the Vector Engine, magnified the Information Storm, and created a small patch of Vector Space.
After that