Shen Yunmai had learned to give praise.
Jing Jiu had learned to agree.
They could find other things beautiful.
All three were rare things indeed.
The officers and soldiers aboard thousands of warships heard those two brief exchanges. Some were surprised, some puzzled, some bewildered.
That star system had already been swallowed by the Dark Matter Sea. Now all that remained over there was endless, dark space, looking like a sheet of opaque black paper. Where was the beauty in that?
Could the two young leaders with the highest military clearance both be madmen?
That was because they did not understand that, for people like Jing Jiu and Shen Yunmai, no sight in the world was more magnificent than the birth and disappearance of a civilization, or a world.
That star might have existed in the universe for more than ten billion years, only to disappear into the Dark Matter Sea just like that.
According to current scientific deductions, unless humanity found the weapon that god had once used, this star would never appear before anyone's eyes again.
How magnificent such a sight was. How could they hold back a sigh?
More importantly, in Jing Jiu's and Shen Yunmai's eyes, the universe ahead was not a sheet of black paper. Some traces still lingered upon it.
Those were all kinds of invisible rays and particle beams excited by distortions in magnetic fields. In their eyes, they were blooming for the last time before gradually withering.
Human societies in every age had a similar saying-the scenery you saw differed with the position and height at which you stood.
Shen Yunmai's body had been modified, and his eyes were more powerful than a warship's wide-area scanners. Naturally, he could see countless sights ordinary people could not.
That went without saying for Jing