Chapter 794 The Pure White Babel Tower and the Key to Darkness (12)

——Humanity is still moving forward.

——Even if it is a dark evil fire, it is still a flame.

If the flame is not extinguished, there will be no need for fire or tombstones, which means that civilization is still alive. Even with a deformed body and a sick body, it is still moving forward on the wrong or right path.

"Knowing this is enough."

At this moment, Ian's eyes were bright.

Now, he had a vague glimpse of the plans behind the major powers.

The 'divine people' behind the Setar Empire, the 'celestial beings' behind the Cangtian Royal Court, and the 'true elves' and 'affiliated elves' behind Canaan Moore... He did not know the real situation behind these plans, nor did he Know specific research details.

But just by looking at it from the surface, you can completely understand one thing.

That is, the countries of Terra have long known the limitations of Terra's sublimation civilization.

They already know that this social structure that burns the lives of Ascended people and ignores the important 'resources' of Terra's many ordinary humans is an abnormal wartime structure.

The social structure of consuming future potential and forcing a civilization to temporarily burst out with powerful power to deal with many natural disasters and even 'alien civilization wars'.

Such a waste. Regardless of whether they are sublimators who are supposed to sublimate their own life essence, they have become short-lived species that are no different from ordinary people today.

Such a waste. Those human beings who should have all become sublimators, using sublimation techniques to study science, study spiritual realms, explore the mysteries of the ether, and the truth of the universe, have all become mediocre people who don't know what the starry sky is.

Mundane.

This is a concept that only a backward civilization can have.

The 'knowledgeable' 'scholars' look down upon monkeys from above, the 'high-level officials' who hold 'power' look down upon ants, and the 'fighters' with strong fists can knock down dozens of them alone...those who have mastered Special knowledge, extraordinary power, and 'extraordinary people' with skills beyond ordinary people can naturally despise the ordinary.

But only a backward civilization would have such a concept of waste.

Human beings have subjective initiative and are born with the ability to change the world. They are an incredibly powerful race - but such powerful humans are allowed to waste their brains, give up their bodies, and do not get the education and training they deserve, and cannot master them. The skills they should have mastered were not allowed to get the power and knowledge they should have...

Such a waste. It's just like pouring good milk into the river.

The waste of backward civilization on human beings is just like this.

Only a society that takes the lead in utilizing more humans and making more humans non-mundane can become the ultimate winner.

Fortunately and unfortunately...

All the countries of Terra... can understand this truth.

To restore the dynamics and structure that a civilization should have, major changes must be made.

Yes. They may just regard human beings as a key renewable resource, they may just want to make their country and race stronger, they may want to overtake in a corner, surpass the ancient civilization and become an emerging... or even the most common, I just want to live a little longer, want to increase my strength, and fight against God knows how many natural disasters.

The reason is not important at all, what is important is that they did not stop. They are all trying to move forward.

That's what really makes Ian laugh - he's not the only one trying the arcane path... there are many people trying to forge their own arcane path.

only……

"They didn't do a good enough job."

Ian closed his eyes and thought to himself: "If this continues, according to the legend, races that are born with endless power will be created."

"Gods who are born with powers comparable to those of the chosen ones, gods who are perfect from the moment they are born, gods who have the advantages of all races, immortals, true elves with extraordinary intelligence... If we add the spirits that I might create Gods and arcane magic, how interesting will this world become?"

"Swords and magic, alien gods, divine beings... There is no need to hunt monsters, you only need meditation and self-cultivation to gain power. Civilization will gradually transform from a hunting and nomadic thinking mode that is biased toward barbarism to a biased mentality. Self-exploration in meditation and analysis of technical thinking patterns.”

"Of course, there are disadvantages. The strong are stronger. Even if all humans have become the extraordinary beings they once were, but because the more powerful humans have become 'gods', they will still be 'under the gods, they will always be ants.'" ."

"But I don't plan to transform Terra into a Datong society in one step. As long as it's better than what it is now, I'll wait for the future."

"only……"

Terra has no future.

Ian opened his eyes.

In his eyes, the fire that represented joy was gradually extinguishing, turning into a cold blue water like an iceberg.

——This kind of transformation, this kind of plan, are all just small steps, and cannot change the gradually closing cage five light years away.

What they did was to make the prison more colorful, adding a library, a cinema, and even a bathhouse and a cafeteria.

No matter how comfortable and interesting you are, you are still a prisoner.

"If I die, the world will become unknown to anyone."

Under Ethan's rather horrifying gaze, Ian stared at his left hand calmly and said words that would make his friends worried: "It would be better to say that if I die, it will be a normal world."

In a story, there is always a sage who changes the world.

He may not be a human being, he may not be a creature, but a sudden starting point, the beginning of a story - incredible, unreasonable changes create a new look of the world, so a story unfolds.

In that story, everything, whether it is the demon king, the artifact, or even the hero himself, are derivatives of the huge changes in the past.

But... besides this sage, there are many wise men.

They will also change the world, and they will also create their own stories and legends - without the greatest sage, the world will still be changed, it will become another appearance, and another story will happen.

It's even possible that that's what should happen, the 'normal ending'. Geniuses like sages who single-handedly change the world should not exist.

but.

——Now that I have descended on Terra, a miracle has happened.

——I'm going to find another ending.

"Thank you, Ethan."

After calming down, Ian sincerely thanked the blond boy beside him: "This is quite important. I think it should be an experiment that has been carried out since the time of Inaga II...or even earlier."

"Of course, there are many experiments ahead that I think were carried out by Inaga II. I will mark them for you later."

"Okay, as long as you feel you have gained something." Isengard was still a little worried. Ian suddenly said something incomprehensible like, "A normal world would be only if you died." This made him feel that his friend might be lost in an instant. Gained sanity.

But think about it carefully, which prophet is not crazy? Ian occasionally murmurs to himself like this. Compared with other prophets, Ian is completely ordinary.

So in the end, the blond boy just waved his hand and reminded Ian: "But you haven't finished reading yet - there are a few more names behind, and I don't know what the plans are."

"oh?"

Ian raised his eyebrows. He looked at the document in his hand with some doubts. He turned to the end and softly read out the two peculiar names: "Pure White Tower of Babel..."

"With the Key to Pure Black?"

[Pure White Babel Tower] and [Pure Black Key].

At this time, even Ian raised his eyebrows, not sure what they were: "What does this mean?"

"Ian, don't you know either?"

Isengard was not disappointed. He gently scratched his cheek with his index finger and said softly: "This is a plan that neither my uncle nor my mother can figure out. They have never heard of it, and there was no news of it before. ...It was the Empire's cooperation with Canaan Moore this time, and many secret experimental groups came out to participate in various large projects in cooperation with Canaan Moore, and some clues were revealed."

"But even with the power of one of my uncle's three reserve princes, I can't get the slightest bit of these plans, so I thought, if it's you, Ian, the successor of my great-grandfather, maybe you can know something?"

Isengard has confidence in Ian, but it’s not surprising that Ian doesn’t know. After all, even the second prince and the most beloved emperor’s daughter don’t know, so who else can know?

There is only a name, only a code name. Even if you know the content, there is no way to correspond to such a name, right?

"Um……"

Ian frowned slightly. He put the two names in the memo on the silver chip, and then hesitantly speculated: "Pure White Babel Tower, that pure white..."

For some reason, Ian suddenly thought of the scene he had seen in the Great Maze of the South China Sea, where the "Void Realm Machine God goes straight into the sky".

When he returned to Harrison Port, returned to the Great Maze of the South China Sea, and met the sharks, blue eyes, and goblins, he was lucky enough to see the scene of the multiplication of the gods in the virtual realm, and then before leaving Harrison Port, I saw the scene of many virtual realm machine gods rushing towards the virtual realm sky.

At that time, endless light points gathered into a river, linking heaven and earth in the virtual realm...

"No, that's not pure white." Shaking his head slightly, Ian suppressed this instinctive prediction - not to mention that the virtual machine gods come in all colors, the river is as colorful as a rainbow, even if all the machine gods are pure white, It is also a pure white river rather than a tall tower.

So, are you talking about an orbital space elevator or an accelerator? Those ruins just out to sea south of Harrison Harbor?

Hey, if that's all, why is this so top-secret? Terra's materials science and engineering must be enough now, but there just aren't that many manpower and material resources, and the social structure doesn't allow for such wonders to be created.

There must be something else in the Tower of Babel, but it's not necessarily in the real material world... but that's not necessarily the case.