Meanwhile, at Zhongjiang Base, the senior officials of the Patrol Division were also watching this contest of civilizational evolution with Wenren Sheng's remote support.
This was the most valuable firsthand information on the enemy. Everyone was intensely focused; many had even stopped breathing, using source power to sustain their bodily needs.
"It seems that what we take for granted is actually extremely difficult in the eyes of these upper-level Source Spirits," a Division Chief sighed.
"Exactly. Just as it is hard for us to understand how they are born without a natural lifespan limit, yet can easily die as long as they lose their sanity," someone else agreed.
"They possess tremendous destructive power over matter. It is not that they cannot destroy Earth, but that they do not want to. And the reason they do not want to has just been displayed vividly during this evolution process," a senior staff officer reminded them.
Everyone nodded.
The sight of the spherical host casually dragging over an asteroid had deeply shocked them.
"To simulate a new civilization, they need thirty-two principal-level Source Spirits to share the burden, and the probability of failure is far greater than the probability of success."
"So their best method is to directly capture a group of humans and place them there. But then it would be the same civilization, with the same rationality, which would be detrimental to civilizational diversity. And uniformity means poor adaptability. If some chaotic entity conquered humanity, every human planet would suffer."
Everyone nodded again.
The situation suddenly seemed less terrible.
But upon further thought, it was also rather tragic.
It was like colonizers discovering that buying slaves was expensive, so they began to cherish the slaves they already had. They even fed them meat and gave them clothes, allowing them to reproduce