On the way back, Chang Li looked at the gray scene of the star field with a calm look in his eyes.
Many bright stars disappeared and turned into dust in the void.
This is not only because the expansion of the Man tribe consumed too many living planets, but also because of the battle between the two sides.
In order to prevent humans from developing again, the Man tribe deliberately destroyed those planets.
Chang Li looked at the planet that was half full of life and half like a dead zone.
It concentrated all the vitality to the other extreme, finally saving a glimmer of life from the situation of near death.
The thoughts of this planet slowly calmed down in extreme unwillingness and fell into a deep sleep.
Originally, if the Man tribe expanded rapidly and fed their vitality back to the planet, the planet would also be able to grow rapidly until it grew into a new life form.
Unfortunately, he lost this opportunity.
And on the territory of the Man clan, on that battlefield filled with death, in the gray-white land, the position of the dead emperor became the most eye-catching color in the gray-white.
On that land, the fiery red burnt Traces remind you of what happened here.
Under the fiery red scorched earth, a bright red seed slept quietly without any fluctuation.
All his vitality was absorbed into the seed without any loss.
This seed just stayed here.
If it weren't for its color, which was completely different from that of soil, it would probably be regarded as an inconspicuous stone.
In this fiery red seed, a consciousness sleeps in chaos, waiting for the moment of awakening.
Time passed quietly.
Five years, ten years, and a hundred years later, this seed tentatively sent out a trace of thought from the initial wavering.
After no other abnormalities were sensed, this seed gradually dispersed.
More fluctuations, and the sleeping consciousness slowly awakens.
Five hundred years later, the fiery red seeds completely awakened.
There was a bustling sound in this scorched red land, and a fiery red bud broke out of the ground, bathing in the sunshine.
Time passed, and several decades passed, and this seed grew into a towering tree.
At this moment, no one seems to have noticed how strange this countable growth is.
It wasn't until he completely transformed that a young man with fiery red hair appeared on the spot.
He smiled unruly, and the sun fell on his face, bringing with it a burning color.
It was the color of life.
What he didn't know was that there was a trace of spiritual power that was always by his side.
When he was sleeping, it intercepted the life force between heaven and earth and preserved his consciousness.
In the changing time, it blocked those dangerous creatures and protected his life. peaceful.
It wasn't until he completely broke through the earth that this trace of spiritual power truly dissipated in the world, and no one knew about it.
At this moment, Mu Changli slowly rubbed his fingers, as if the scorching temperature still remained in his fingers.
He sighed in his heart, Heaven is precious, if he cuts off all the vitality of this race without hesitation, he will be embarrassed by Heaven.
Even if Heaven cannot punish him, he will be excluded from this world.
And the bond given to him by his identity has not been severed yet, so he cannot kill them all regardless.
Although there was a certain chance that he would not be rejected by Heavenly Dao, and although leaving these races would bring him more trouble, he still did it, because not only Heavenly Dao values students, but he also values students.
As for leaving the red-haired man behind, he wanted to see what the world would look like if there was one more variable.
He had a premonition that he would return to this world again.
At this time, Adjutant Luo next to him asked, "Why do you want to leave the five hundred years period?"
The surrounding officers couldn't help but pricked up their ears when they heard this question.
Yes, why?
Isn't it easier to kill the Man clan directly?
They never think that the marshal is a soft-hearted person.
Mu Changli glanced around the crowd, his eyes stopped on Roy for a moment, and then looked away.
The moment he looked at her, Roy's breathing froze, and he was almost exposed under invisible pressure.
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He touched his bracelet again and brushed his forehead with his right hand pretending to be casual, wiping away a piece of sweat.
Mu Changli asked calmly, "What do you think we can do in five hundred years?"
Adjutant Luo thought carefully for a moment.
There are too many things that can be done in five hundred years.
It is enough for an ethnic group to establish an orderly social system from the era of ignorance, enough for the rapid rise of a race, and enough for the rapid decline of an empire.
In these five hundred years, anything is possible.
Mu Changli's five hundred years left the Man tribe with the opportunity to rise again.
Again, why?
What’s the point of leaving behind such a threatening race?
Mu Changli looked at this group of puzzled people and said meaningfully, "Only flowers bathed in blood can grow quickly, while flowers in the greenhouse can only wither quickly under the ravages of wind and rain."
Everyone around him looked thoughtful.
If the enemies around the empire are wiped out, then the empire will inevitably enter a period of unprecedented peace.
An empire without pressure is like a big tree that is unwilling to strive for sunlight.
Without sufficient nutrients, it can no longer maintain its tough body and is eroded by termites, withered and broken.
This will become a true portrayal of the empire.
The rulers who have no scruples indulge in wanton enjoyment and squeeze the common people.
The empire begins to rot from the roots, and a prosperous tree begins to collapse.
This is a perfect answer, and it is also in the interests of the military.
Only with enough enemies, the military's power will not be eroded by those politicians.
But the adjutant who knew Mu Changli best was skeptical.
Is the marshal really so kind?
Mu Changli's eyes flashed with a trace of ridicule.
Although he left these races behind to maintain the power of the military, he also planned for the long-term development of the empire.
Of course, he is also a cool person, and watching a show is not a big deal.
As someone who had protected the empire for so many years, he wanted to see where the empire could go without him.
Facing the adjutant's suspicious gaze, Mu Changli explained again, "I have restricted the domain of the Man people, and that star field has lost too much vitality.
If the Man people do not change their way of survival, they themselves will will die."
"What's more, the final condition is that the Man tribe must be driven by the human race."
This sentence means that the Man tribe can be allowed to study by them.
If humans can obtain the secret of life of the Man tribe, it will take five hundred years.
It can definitely be one step closer.
Of course, if it continues to stand still for five hundred years, then humankind is doomed to perish.
As the saying goes, to tame a race, one must assimilate them.
Faced with the helpless Man tribe seedlings, the human race seems to be able to assimilate them.
But in fact, what exactly does the inheritance of Man civilization rely on?
The intertwining of branches and leaves.
In that ancient forest, in a remote corner, there was a withered branch buried under a small sapling, exuding a trace of vitality
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