After ten cycles of reincarnation, the tribe became a kingdom, and the kingdom evolved into an empire.
"Strange. Why hasn't any big fish shown up yet?" Little Illusion asked disgruntledly.
"Maybe they were frightened off, or perhaps the rationality we created still isn't attractive enough to them." Wenren Sheng shook his head.
"Why?" Little Illusion raised her head, her two sky-piercing braids swaying like a pellet drum. "I've already done it to the utmost."
Wenren Sheng looked at the simulated data world below and frowned. "The scale probably isn't large enough, and it isn't realistic enough. Think back—how did Earth attract so many Anomalies?"
Little Illusion imitated his frown before replying, "Can't think of it."
"I wasn't expecting you to. I mean, we need to create an environment similar to Earth's, preferably one with every era represented."
"I get it. You want big cousin to take us to different planets and turn them into Earth?"
"Exactly." As Wenren Sheng spoke, he suddenly recalled the planetary images he had seen each time he delved into the deepest layers of mystery.
Those were precisely the places the Anomalies, or the Source Spirits, had chosen as their landing sites.
It seemed fate had decreed it all long ago.
It was just that they could never have imagined those places were not their paradises, but their graves—or rather, their sealing grounds.
"Then hurry up. I want a big stage."
Deep within the Milky Way, in an unknown Star System.
This was an aging star, but even as it approached death, it still had several hundred million years left to live.
Their old age was utterly different from that of humans.
The old star had four planets.
The second planet was at a suitable distance from the old star, giving its surface temperatures similar