"Is that all there is?"

Zhu Zhengwei waited for a moment, realizing it was already a replay and rebroadcast.

No doubt, for countless billions of years, it's been continuously repeated, spreading across the entire universe.

He pondered and adjusted the signal receiver.

Among a stream of information, he tapped into the second most powerful signal brainwave and discovered that this was also a legacy channel, repeating crazily.

"Our Sen Civilization should be the second to reach the pinnacle of predecessor civilizations."

"We also spent seven hundred million years reaching the heights our predecessors reached, though perhaps we fall short in other ways, far inferior to the universe's foremost pioneers; other technologies fall far short, understanding cosmic secrets to just 68%."

"Similarly, the dreams of our civilization have also been killed."

"We've discovered the limits of the world, and we reached them, yet these limits are all there is."

"This is truly sad; we are so pitiful in the universe, so insignificant, having explored all truths of the civilization, we're so weak we can't find the meaning of existence."

"Yes, we've understood the truth, but can't grasp it; the universe's four fundamental forces can only be fully observed and analyzed, yet can't dominate these Cosmic Rules."

"Mastering small-scale Space Jumps is the limit."

"Perhaps the despair of reaching the endpoint also brings a sense of relief."

"Yes, we've increasingly come to understand the concept of distance; the sun we see is the sun from eight minutes ago, the moon we see is the moon from 1.3 seconds ago, the building one mile away is the building from 5 microseconds ago."

"Even if you're right in front of me, what I see is just you from 3 nanoseconds ago."

"The cosmic signal declaration you're hearing now is also from us long billions of years ago, not knowing whether we still exist today, writing our eulogy."

"In the vast cosmic distance scale, everything we see is the past."

"We once wondered why the predecessor civilization sent out a cosmic notice, writing their own eulogy in advance; later, we understood they deserved to be the strongest civilization in the universe."

"Since, within the cosmic scale, all we see is the past, the eulogy we leave will spread across all past in the universe."

"We and our predecessors live in the past; in our declaration, we have achieved... immortality in the past."

Zhu Zhengwei remained silent.

The second top civilization in the universe?

These super thought signals all belong here in this universal graveyard.

Epitaphs and their last eulogies left by ancient civilizations billions of years ago.

Listening to these overwhelming eulogies, Zhu Zhengwei suddenly understood something, "I finally know why the first declaration predicted the future situation of the universe, calling it a graveyard."

"Everywhere here, there are eulogies."

"Because this top civilization, seventy billion years ago, when they issued their first eulogy, powerful sages had already predicted the future, knowing that the universe would inevitably enter an era of despairing graveyards after them."

Zhu Zhengwei's heart was mixed with emotions.

He himself has far from reached their civilization's height, only able to start building a "radio" and incapable of building a super massive broadcast tower; this isn't a matter of civilization level.

Only by reaching the extreme civilization levels close to theirs can he construct such an exaggerated tower, constantly emitting signal waves, spreading to distant star systems.

"But, seeing the eulogies of the extreme civilizations as a weak civilization just exploring the universe, it does feel somewhat complicated." He murmured to himself: "In the future, will I also become like them?"

Zhu Zhengwei continued listening.

He found that the other eulogies were all from countless billions of years ago, only just arriving here.

Even a eulogy takes countless years after death to arrive; this is the universe.

And in the present cosmic era, perhaps similar top Super Civilizations have already appeared, yet the signals they now emit might be so distant that it'll be countless billions of years after their civilization's demise before it reaches here...

The words spoken in life, conveyed countless billions of years after death...

This is the tragedy of the universe!

Sigh.

Zhu Zhengwei continued switching channels, listening to signals from other civilizations.

He discovered that other signals are considerably less powerful than these two top Divine Level civilizations; the signals are weak, and their words can only be maintained to just a few sentences.

"It is still living, from the extreme civilization of Yuan Duo Star Cluster."

...

"It refuses to leave a eulogy because despair has swallowed its words—a southwestern corner of the Iron Ancestor Star Cluster."

...

"All that is seen and heard, is the past... it has no name."

...

Zhu Zhengwei looked at the brief eulogies.

Full of philosophy.

Rich in flavor.

Brimming with stature.

Yet, Zhu Zhengwei was a deeply realistic person, sarcastically remarked: "I'm afraid these weak voices aren't because they don't want to long-windedly declare, but their technology is too poor, barely squeezing out one sentence."

After all, it's not just about having a long time; you can't necessarily reach cosmic extreme civilization levels...

I fear for most civilizations, lacking "talent," "opportunity," or "chance," they might remain stuck at a certain stage of civilization's technological problem for a lifetime.

Just like Earth right in front of him, likely stuck forever at the technology of reaching the speed of light for spaceships, unable to achieve light-speed technology, exit the solar system, and due to various reasons, human civilization self-destructs.

"This is the cosmic pattern, making one feel somewhat crestfallen, but it's also the most real and cruel."

Now, Zhu Zhengwei is quite clear about the big picture of the entire universe.

Immense loneliness, vastness making it like a quagmire swamp, everyone can only be lonely for a lifetime.

"Next, it's still about continuing in Minecraft, farming, developing the world, resisting the Dark World..."

He quickly regains his senses, "Anyway, other civilizations are similarly homely, spending their lives unable to leave their hometown, only to develop on their own patch of land."

He's finally resolved a certain reality concern.

Alien invasion, the long-awaited alien civilization?

Completely shattered.

As soon as he steps out, takes a glance at the external cosmic world, sees the truth of the universe, and plans to return home.

Going out means closing the door.

He plans to faithfully develop his territory, "Hmm, next is to cultivate miners, build this planet..."

"After all, the Shell Race's dream computation, though lacking Earth's subconscious myth background, the Primordial Chaos universe framework has already been completed... they live in the Primordial Chaos world, as their Immortal Herb; surely they'll be influenced.... Can further explore this computational aspect."

He thought clearly.

Looks like it's time for the Shell Race to multiply prolifically.

As long as resources are sufficient, they can be born in abundance, producing numerous shells each time.

After all, the Shell Race, as the best miner race, encompasses all advantages, not only amazing environmental adaptability, rapid reproduction rate, mining at night while refining artifacts and researching various weapon engineering by day, truly the best workers, and on this planet, they will surely shine brightly.

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