When faced with Lox's question, Uslan first posed a philosophical one.
"What do you think is the ultimate pursuit that all civilizations will face in the end?"
The Aeldari's train of thought was highly erratic. One moment, he had been discussing humanity's civil war; the next, he had shifted to the so-called ultimate pursuit of civilization.
Lox thought seriously for two minutes, only to realize that there was simply no answer to this question.
In the galaxy's long history, humanity was an extremely young race. Even counting the era of primitive humans, it had existed for only a few million years.
Before humanity was born, countless races had already emerged and prospered. The Aeldari and the Necrons were continuations of those ancient beings, but most ancient races had not been as tenacious as them and had long since perished in the river of history.
These immensely numerous civilizations included all manner of unimaginable races: carbon-based civilizations like humanity, silicon-based civilizations that resembled machines, and even energy civilizations that existed in the form of energy beings. These races lay entirely beyond one another's comprehension.
Humans needed water and air to survive, but for some races, water might be lethal poison, while a star's radiation was the key to survival. Such races were like two parallel lines that would never intersect, making it difficult to find any common ground.
And what similar ultimate pursuit could civilizations that could not even find common ground possibly share?
Uslan spoke leisurely. At times like this, he could reclaim the Aeldari's sense of superiority as pioneers, which greatly pleased his vanity.
It would have been even better if a few Primarchs were here to listen to him show off. If he could make those demigods bow before him, Uslan would laugh himself to death even after