Behind Zhu Zhengwei, there was a golden light glowing all around, prepared and straightforward in what he said.
The aliens will soon arrive above Earth....
What?
You think the idea of aliens is absurd!?
Me, a god, an ancient supreme being capable of creating a planet, would resort to deception, to ambush an old centenarian like you?
"NASA? Voyager, launched in 1977, carrying human information?" Zeng Ciwen couldn't help but ask, as many people knew about it, and it had stirred the world at the time.
"Yes."
Zhu Zhengwei answered honestly.
Zeng Ciwen fell silent.
Previously, Zeng Ciwen was aware that the biological technological opportunity before them was likely fraught with danger.
The coexistence of opportunity and crisis was something they all had speculated about.
Because the Ancestral Witch world was also facing a crisis from the neighboring Red Moon world.
So, what about their Earth world?
Could they also be facing a crisis from another Red Moon world of their own?
As expected, the crisis arrived!
As they stepped into All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, when their Earth civilization, having developed for merely five thousand years, finally connected with the Interstellar Cosmos, they would inevitably have to tread carefully in their insignificance, facing various catastrophic crises!
"A foreign technological civilization has already set its sights on our Earth?" Zeng Ciwen's eyes were serious.
Although he vaguely had memory feedback from a Saint from the biological civilization of the Ancestral Witch world, making him quite composed, just like his own planet facing a crisis akin to the Ancestral Witch world, it inevitably threw his heart into disarray.
Because that feudal era, with its legends of Saints, emperors, and hierarchies, was worlds apart from the modern age, lacking any sense of reality.
"Yes."
Zhu Zhengwei's voice was quite indifferent, as if all of this had nothing to do with him, "I'm here just to inform you... After all, you were once a Divine Split reincarnation of an old friend of mine."
Zeng Ciwen indicated his understanding.
Because now the him on Earth, and the him in the Ancestral Witch world, were all fragments of the soul of an ancient entity that had perished, though in his past life he was astonishingly powerful, in this life he had to start all over again.
"May I ask, what kind of civilization is it?"
Zeng Ciwen asked.
Zhu Zhengwei spoke calmly, "Similar to your path, a purely scientific route, electricity, electromagnetic force, spatial technology, cloning, biology... a collective strength rather than the individual heroism of the extreme feudal Royal Authority in the Ancestral Witch world."
Not a world of individual heroism, but a route rooted in technology?
Just as Zeng Ciwen was lost in thought.
"In fact, in a certain sense, it's the future form of this Earth civilization." Zhu Zhengwei continued, "They resemble what this Earth civilization would look like after developing for thousands or tens of thousands of years."
Zeng Ciwen expressed that he could vaguely understand a bit.
In truth, if he had never come into contact with the power system of the Ancestral Witch world and the biological route, he would have no idea what form such a level of technological civilization could take.
But right now, having interacted with the high-level world forms like the Ancestral Witch world and the Red Moon world, although different in category, by analogy, it should be of a similar level.
He began to evaluate according to his worldview, "Estimated to be at the eighth-tier Demon God level... or even a mature top civilization of eighth-tier."
If calculated like this, they would have no means to resist.
Because in terms of Earth's current comprehensive battle power, including nuclear weapons, at best it was just Emperor Realm seventh-tier.
After all, according to their data analysis, nuclear weapons can hardly destroy a life form of the eighth-tier Demon God level, unless it's a direct hit to the center with nuclear weapons, but such a monster already moves far faster than the speed of sound, how could it be hit?
And beings of the eighth-tier Demon God level can already begin to soar across the starry sky....
The opposing eighth-tier combat power could be mechanical armor, biological weapons, spaceships... at the same level, the technological side's combat power might be even fiercer because they can mass-produce weapons!
It's troublesome.
Very troublesome.
Zeng Ciwen felt a deep sense of helplessness at once.
Such an alien civilization invading Earth would simply be at a crushing level, how could it be resisted?
"Your Divine Highness, please save our planet." Zeng Ciwen said.
"Impossible."
Zhu Zhengwei shook his head, "The war between civilizations follows its own rules, something beings like us cannot interfere with.... Much like in the Red Moon world, where the seven Demon Gods signed the Demon God Armistice Agreement.... because their every move could flatten an entire planet, erasing an entire era."
Zeng Ciwen lowered his head, "I understand. The greatness of a Demon God is beyond our imagination, and your esteemed level is perhaps similarly constrained, unable to meddle in our civilization's war."
Indeed, the greatness of a Demon God is beyond anything we can imagine.
Zhu Zhengwei felt the same way.
Even now, he wouldn't dare to strut in front of those seven Demon Gods, barely managing to put on a facade, tricking the seven into heading to a new world, otherwise, if two worlds truly clashed, just one punch could make him plead for mercy and be savored like Tang Monk meat.
The powerful beings within the Celestial Dao are ultimately their direct protective strength and not something to joke with!
"But, what are we supposed to do?" Zeng Ciwen asked.
Zhu Zhengwei shook his head, "I came here just to tell you this... If it reaches the point where this Earth civilization is destroyed or enslaved, I'll take you away."
Zeng Ciwen fell silent for a moment.
At this moment, he already understood the intention of this deity.
To inform them of the impending alien civilization invasion and then take him away...
And as an ancient god, it was impossible to interfere in wars among these lower civilizations.
Just like in the Quicksand River fresco, where Sha Wujing referred to eighth-tier Divine Spirits as "Little Gods" of the mortal realm, showing that even civilizations of such a level are considered insignificant in their eyes.
"But..." Zeng Ciwen hesitated, "Earth, this is my homeland."
"No, this is not your homeland. Your homeland is in the ancient epoch, during the Golden Crow era of Primordial Chaos, long destroyed by the passage of time." Zhu Zhengwei calmly replied.
"But, but..." This centenarian revealed a look of pain, "I don't want to leave this place, this mother called Earth, this blue planet in the Solar System."
"I intended to take you to a new higher world, but..."
Zhu Zhengwei looked at him and suddenly sighed deeply, as if there was an ancient Star River reflected behind this divine spirit, carrying the scars of time, "You are as persistent as you were back then... Fine, even though I can't interfere in wars between civilizations, I can still circumvent the rules to give a little help to you Earthlings."
"I will let you select a group of scientists to smuggle into that technological world, but whether you can seize the opportunity will be up to you."
He paused, then continued:
"And these scientists, in terms of thought and youthful ideas... you should encourage various young scientists to write papers and speculate on the current societal form of that technological world...."
"Ultimately, the one hundred scientists whose papers best represent the reality will be taken by me into that technological world."
Zhu Zhengwei turned his back, step by step disappearing into the wind, leaving behind a visibly excited and tingling all over Professor Zeng Ciwen, this elder feeling the weight on his shoulders growing ever heavier.
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