The story of the Immortal Civilization was like a bolt of lightning, illuminating a region of the God King's heart shrouded in mist.
The torrents of his silent thoughts surged into motion, sending up even more sparks of inspiration.
"Talent has its limits; one must rely on external means." The God King murmured, color rising in his eyes.
He reorganized the path of the Immortal Clan in his mind.
The biological Artificial Intelligence path they had developed was, in essence, a highly integrated personal terminal.
DNA served as a database for recording information, while the brain's ability to construct dreams served as a powerful simulation processor.
Whatever knowledge they needed, they downloaded from their DNA.
Whatever they needed to deduce, they constructed a dreamscape simulation in their consciousness.
This system was powerful, but completely self-contained.
DNA could not be interconnected, and dream content could not be shared.
Every individual of the Immortal Clan was an isolated island of intelligence: exceptional in capability, yet cut off from the world.
The civilization's knowledge was sealed away in countless independent "bloodline hard drives."
At that stage, no matter how much the Immortal Clan looked inward, they could not break through the bottleneck.
They gradually realized that their innate talents had hit an insurmountable limit in this direction. The wisest choice was not to exhaust themselves in a dead end, but to explore outward and seek external aid that could compensate for their shortcomings and break the stalemate.
This solution was similar to technological methods found in the real world.
They wanted to create an external mechanical network, like the internet, to connect all the biological islands and turn individuals into networked terminals that were half machine and half life.
The direction was right. The mistake was investing far too many resources and focusing