Ice apocalypse, I hoard tens of billions of supplies

Zhang Yi's words were like a depth charge dropped on a calm lake, stirring up a tidal wave in the shadow space and in the hearts of Brian and Da Vinci in reality.

Brian's eyes widened, his tongue lolling out, as he mumbled, "Two pieces of paper... a hole... antimatter... woof! Although I didn't understand most of it, it feels like you've discovered something incredible, boss!"

It instinctively felt that this seemed much more important than the meaty bones it loved to hide.

However, compared to the silicone products that Fatty Xu gave him, they were almost indistinguishable.

Professor Leonardo da Vinci fell into a long silence. Through his high-tech eyepiece, data streams flashed, collided, and reassembled at an unprecedented speed.

He crossed his arms, his body trembling, and though he tried to appear calm, his voice still betrayed his disbelief and excitement:

"A genius... no, a divinely inspired idea! If this model holds true, then most of the foundations of existing physics, energy science, and even philosophy will need to be rewritten!"

"What we've studied in the past may just be the surface covering the real thing!"

"Zhang Yi, the value of your words far exceeds the essence of a thousand or even a hundred Ipsilons!"

"That's right, that's right, that's exactly it! This explains many paradoxes in the field of science."

"The reason why the speed of light cannot be exceeded is because there are rules from the creator that limit it. But if we can transcend the surface universe and enter this universe, we can transcend all of this."

“Even… travel through time via wormholes that allow for spatial jumps!”

Professor Leonardo da Vinci squatted in a corner, talking to himself, looking like a madman.

Only someone as accomplished in scientific research as Yang Xinxin could understand why he was so excited.

Although Zhou Ke'er, Yang Siya, and the others could not fully comprehend the profound meaning behind it, they understood from the solemn expressions of Leonardo da Vinci and Yang Xinxin that this was an absolutely groundbreaking discovery, concerning the very foundation of their existence.

Amidst this atmosphere of shock and contemplation, a cool, slightly languid voice, imbued with an endless ancient charm, suddenly resounded deep within Zhang Yi's consciousness, clearly echoing throughout the entire shadow space:

"You're quite something to have realized this!"

Zhang Yi smiled and looked up; the voice belonged to Ling.

This swordsman of the Ihen race is an ancient being who exists in Zhang Yi's alternate dimension in human form.

She rarely speaks on her own initiative; she only gives a curt answer when Zhang Yi asks a question.

This time, however, she took the initiative to speak.

Is it the effect of Zheng Lou's original ether fragments?

At this moment, however, her voice carried an undisguised surprise.

A thought struck Zhang Yi, and he sank his consciousness into the area of ​​the alternate dimension that had been specially designated for Ling.

The silver-haired, red-eyed girl was hovering silently in mid-air, her eyes, which seemed to have seen through the rise and fall of countless ages, staring at him intently.

"Ling, do you agree with my guess?" Zhang Yi asked.

Ling didn't answer directly, but slowly said, "It's not simple. Throughout countless eras, there have been only a handful of beings who have been able to touch the mystery of the 'foundation'. The universe that Kagago created is too 'perfect,' so perfect that most beings are so immersed in the power of appearances that they forget to ask about the source."

She abruptly changed the subject, her tone becoming serious and even warning: "However, Zhang Yi, you must understand. Spying on or even attempting to utilize the power of this universe is an extremely dangerous path."

"That power is the foundation, the source, but it also represents 'chaos' and 'undifferentiated'. It is not as gentle and controllable as the fragments of ether. If you are not careful, the backlash will be enough to completely 'collapse' you and everything around you, returning you to the most primitive particle state."

She stared at Zhang Yi, as if trying to see into his soul: "You need to find the perfect balance between these two forces, like walking a tightrope over a bottomless abyss, to truly master it instead of being swallowed by it. Right now, you've only seen the existence of the tightrope; you're still far from walking on it."

Zhang Yi nodded seriously; Ling's warning coincided with his earlier premonition of danger.

But he was not afraid; instead, his eyes shone with an even brighter light.

High risk often means high reward, especially in this apocalyptic world where strength is the key to survival.

He suddenly recalled Samael's theory of devouring, and then, thinking of the "danger" Ling had mentioned, a thought flashed through his mind, and he asked in a somewhat teasing tone:

"Ling, so you're saying that Drucker, the Giant God Samael, and the others are following this path of frantically absorbing the power of the 'Foundation Stone'? No wonder they're so powerful and crazy. Are they trying to start anew, create a 'new universe,' and not recognize Kagago as their leader?"

"Tsk tsk, no wonder from the first generation to our sixth generation, all the human races of different eras have had to join forces to beat him up. This is an attempt to overturn the fundamental laws set by the Creator."

When Ling heard Zhang Yi's down-to-earth yet insightful teasing, she remained silent for a moment, and her perpetually indifferent face seemed to twitch very slightly.

She said slowly, “Your analogy is simple, but it’s not wrong in some ways. What the Druk gods seek is not to return to their origin, but to find the meaning of their own existence. They are unwilling to be observers of Kagago. They believe that Kagago’s creation is a shackle, an illusion.”

"And this has indeed touched upon the taboo of the Creator. Destroying them is inevitable."

Zhang Yi grasped the key information in Ling's words. He toned down his teasing expression and asked the question that had been lingering in his mind:

"Ling, what about us? Our six generations seem to be the weakest in history. Why is the Creator making humans regress more and more? Or is there some special purpose behind it?"

He used that word very directly.

"To you ancient civilizations, we are like infants just learning to walk. Did the Creator expect us, so weak, to defeat the almost godlike Druckers?"

What secrets are hidden within us?

This question also made everyone in the shadow space hold their breath.

This is the ultimate question concerning the origin and destiny of their entire ethnic group.

Ling fell into a long silence once again, this time longer than ever before.

In that alternate dimension, time seemed to stand still, with only her silver hair swaying gently in the silent flow of energy.

Finally, she raised her crimson eyes, her gaze piercing through the barriers of the alternate dimension, as if seeing into the deepest recesses of Zhang Yi's soul. Her voice was low and clear as she spoke, word by word:

"Because, deep within the genetic sequence of your six generations... lies the Drucker genetic material."