DreamersGN Chapter 191 The Tide of Global Evolution!
Chapter 191 The Tide of Global Evolution!
At the same time, all the survivors around the world, whether in sturdy underground cities or humble settlements, raised their heads.
They heard nothing and saw nothing.
But they just "felt" it.
I felt a call from the depths of the earth, and it felt as if the planet had come to life in an instant.
It was an indescribable feeling—warm, profound, and full of vitality.
Many people who had been struggling to survive in the apocalypse and had become numb found themselves shedding tears for no apparent reason at this moment.
Strange phenomena also appeared in the sky.
A dazzling light, never before seen by anyone, did not come from the sun, but from the horizon.
Emerging from all directions simultaneously, it dyed the entire sky with a dreamlike color.
That light seemed to contain the mysteries of life and the laws of the universe, leaving everyone who saw it deeply moved.
"What...what is that?"
"Oh my god, is it the end of the world again?"
"No... why do I feel... so comfortable?"
"Earth... seems to have come alive..."
People all over the world are expressing the same shock and confusion in their own languages.
In the distant, cold, and desolate depths of the universe.
A colossal figure, composed of endless darkness and shattered star fragments, floats in a void.
It has no fixed shape, resembling a constantly wriggling, living nebula.
At the very moment the Earth emitted its first pulse, this enormous figure slowly "opened" its eyes.
Those weren't real eyes, but two much deeper, dark vortexes capable of swallowing all light.
The "prophet" sensed it.
He sensed a faint yet incredibly unique pulse of law emanating from the direction of the solar system.
He had pursued the aura contained within that pulse for countless eras, devoured countless civilizations, and never forgotten it.
That was... the aura of the pioneers.
It is the aura of the awakening of the "Seed of the World".
On his featureless face, twisted dark matter formed a shape resembling a smile.
"The Seed of the World... has been found."
His voice did not travel through the air.
Instead, it oscillates directly in the spatial dimension, creating ripples in the void.
"Finally...found it."
A smaller figure, also composed of dark energy, appeared beside him.
He respectfully inquired, "My lord, should we send more 'eyes' to confirm this?"
"No need."
The "prophet's" voice carried an irrepressible greed and desire.
"I can already sense its location, sense its 'hunger.' It is calling for a guide, a master."
"That humble planet actually gave birth to a native species qualified to touch it? Interesting, very interesting."
"But that inheritance is mine."
"Mobilize the First Fleet."
The "Prophet" issued the order, his voice cold and unquestionable.
"Target—the solar system. That primitive civilization world labeled 'Earth'."
The subordinate hesitated for a moment: "My lord, according to the Star Sea Council's 'New Civilization Protection Act,' that planet still has nearly a year of protection left. If we launch a full-scale attack now, we will be subject to sanctions from the Council..."
"parliament?"
The "prophet" let out a silent laugh, and the surrounding space distorted violently because of his emotions.
"A bunch of old fogies hiding in their shells, surviving on the scraps left by the pioneers, dare to judge me?"
"I am the law."
"I don't care about any protection period."
All I know is that I'm hungry.
"Let's go. Before those flies that smell blood arrive, I'm going to devour that 'seed,' along with that planet."
"Yes, my lord!"
The dark figure obeyed and retreated.
In the cold universe, a terrifying fleet, large enough to obscure starlight, begins to awaken from its slumber.
They were not warships made of metal, but rather enormous, ferocious creatures the size of asteroids.
Their carapaces are covered with jagged bone spikes, and their enormous mouthparts flow with energy capable of corroding space.
This is the "Prophet's" legion, an alien army composed of civilizations he has devoured and transformed, whose only knowledge is killing and devouring.
They have only one goal.
Earth.
At this moment, Su Chen was completely unaware of this.
His soul is experiencing an unprecedented storm.
pain.
A kind of pain that transcends all known definitions.
The moment Su Chen's soul came into contact with the Seed of the World, he felt that he was no longer a "person".
Instead, it was broken down into countless basic units of information.
His memories, his emotions, his thought patterns.
His life of more than twenty years, and all his experiences after his rebirth.
Everything that constitutes the independent individual "Su Chen".
They are all being forcibly deconstructed, analyzed, and then reassembled by an irresistible, immense force.
This is not fusion at all; it's more like a devouring.
Su Chen's consciousness was as if it had been thrown into an endless ocean of pure information.
In this ocean, time loses its meaning.
He "saw" the entire history of Earth over the past 3.7 billion years.
He witnessed the first single-celled life form, struggling to complete its first division near a volcano in the deep sea.
He witnessed the Cambrian explosion of life, with countless bizarre and wonderful creatures dancing in the ocean.
He saw enormous ferns covering the entire continent, and he saw the first fish crawl onto land and grow lungs.
He witnessed the rise and extinction of the dinosaurs, and the meteorite that struck the Earth.
In his "eyes," it was no longer a cold stone, but a violent energy fluctuation filled with the laws of death and rebirth.
He saw the ancestors of mankind come down from the trees, walk upright on the grasslands, and learn to use fire and tools.
This information is not presented in the form of images, like watching a movie.
Instead, it was imprinted directly into the depths of his soul in the most essential form of "law".
He could "sense" the relentless cleansing of the universe's laws behind every mass extinction.
You can also "feel" the endless surge of energy behind each major life explosion.
His personal will is as insignificant as a speck of dust in the face of this unimaginably vast river of history.
He could be completely assimilated by this ocean of information at any moment and lose himself.
It becomes an emotionless "database" that only knows how to record history.
"I... am Su Chen!"
In the last moment before his consciousness was about to be overwhelmed, he held fast to his true self.
"I am not a bystander in history! I am the future of the Earth!"
This strong conviction, like a lighthouse, allowed him to barely maintain a sliver of clarity amidst the endless ocean of information.
It was precisely because of this sliver of clarity that he was able to capture an extremely special memory deep within this ocean of information.