Low temperature artist civilization?
What kind of civilization was this?
At this moment, the audience watching the live broadcast was curious.
The Mirror Civilization was a musician civilization that liked to share and claimed that there was no individual group.
And this civilization sounded like an artist like the mirror civilization.
Would it be as powerful and elegant as an artist?
On the other hand, the technological civilization was looking forward to it.
The shock that the mirror civilization had given them was already great enough. It was even a technology that was enough to move the cultivators of the Primordial World and the fantasy world.
Would the low-temperature artist civilization, which was ranked sixth, use an even more shocking power?
"I'm already looking forward to the power of the low-temperature artist's civilization. He will definitely bring me more shock.”-- Tony Stark
"To be ranked above the mirror civilization, low-temperature artists must be stronger than the mirror civilization! God, I don't even dare to think about going any higher.”-- Little Spider Parker
"If I didn't watch the live broadcast, I wouldn't have known that there were so many powerful civilizations in the universe. I suddenly feel that the world I'm in is really small.”-- Zhang Chulan.
" It's very normal to have such thoughts. Anyone is small and insignificant in front of the vastness of the universe.”-- Pluto.
"It's coming, it's coming. Can the low-temperature artist civilization play the sun like a mirror?”-- bixiao
"I admit that the mirror civilization is powerful, but it's still not enough in front of my son, Wang Teng. I hope the low-temperature artist will give me a surprise.”-- My son, Wang Teng, has the qualifications to be an emperor.
"There will be. In front of art, your son is useless.”-- Low temperature artist
"Damn it! The sixth-ranked big shot had taken the initiative to appear!”
"Haha, what a temper. I've long disliked his son, Wang Teng. Good scolding!”-- Great Wild Roc
"Hmph, you guys don't understand how powerful my son, Wang Teng, is. Low temperature artist, I'll wait and see your strength.”-- My son, Wang Teng, has the qualifications to be an emperor.
Not long after the bullet comments started arguing.
The video was also gradually loaded.
In the blink of an eye, the audience was immersed in the video.
As soon as they entered, the audience felt as if they were in a world of ice and snow.
It was so cold.
This was not any corner of the universe, and most of the audience quickly recognized where they were.
This place was another Earth.
Although he didn't know how different it was from the Earth where the previous mirror civilization was located, it was obvious that it was the winter season on Earth.
This was because there were several humans who had completely kept their bodies warm surrounding countless crystal ice sculptures, admiring this sculpture art.
Looking into the distance, there were tall buildings made of ice standing on the snowy plains. These crystal high buildings and castles were soaked in the winter sun.
This was the most short-lived work of art. Soon, this sparkling world would turn into a pool of clear water in the spring breeze.
Until the audience's eyes turned to one person.
They felt as if they had become this person, using this human body and perspective to experience this grand ice sculpture festival.
Through the video's conscious actions, the audience recognized the name of the person they were possessing.
His name was Yan Dong. As his name suggested, he liked winter and especially liked the art created by the snow.
The exquisite ice sculptures around him were all made by him.
He didn't know if the judges would like these works. To Yan Dong, if these works didn't win an award, then they had no other meaning in the cold.
However, Yan Dong did not like sculpture for the pleasure of winning awards.
He felt that while waiting for spring, the melting process of the ice sculpture not only brought a trace of sadness, but also contained more unclear things.
This might be the real reason why Yan Dong was obsessed with ice and snow art.
" Look, what's that??"
Suddenly, someone pointed at the sky and shouted.
Yan Dong also looked up at the sky.
From Yan Dong's perspective, the audience also saw a strange shadow.
At first, Yan Dong thought it was a white-tailed plane, but the speed of the flying object was much faster than the plane.
It made a sharp turn in the air, its tail drawing a random hook in the blue sky like a giant piece of chalk.
At the end of the hook, the flying object stopped, right above Yan Dongzheng.
The trail gradually disappeared from the back to the front, as if it had been sucked back by a launcher.
Yan Dong carefully observed the last point of the trail and found that there were short flashes of light from time to time.
He quickly confirmed that the flash was the reflection of sunlight.
Then, he saw the object. It was a small gray and white sphere.
Soon, he realized that the sphere was not small. Because of the distance, it looked very small. It was rapidly expanding.
Yan Dong quickly understood that the ball had fallen from a high altitude to where he was standing.
The people around him also realized this. The people fled in all directions.
Yan Dong also lowered her head and ran away. He turned around in the ice sculpture. Suddenly, the ground was shrouded in a huge shadow.
Yan Dong's scalp tensed up, and his blood seemed to freeze for a moment.
The audience even closed their eyes. The impact of being there was too strong. It was as if they were experiencing a disaster.
However, the expected blow did not appear. Yan Dong realized that the people around him were also standing still and looked up blankly.
He looked up as well and saw the huge sphere hanging about a hundred meters above them.
It was not a complete sphere. It seemed to be distorted by the airflow in the high-speed flight.
The half that faced the direction of flight was a smooth sphere, and the other half had a bunch of huge spikes, making it look like a comet with a shortened tail.
It was very large, with a diameter of more than 100 meters. It was like a small mountain hanging in the air, making the people on the ground feel a huge sense of oppression.
He raised his head and carefully observed the surface of the sphere. The translucent grayish-white material was something he was familiar with-ice.
There was a large ice ball hanging in the air.
At the same time, the audience in the universe also heard the omniscient and omnipotent voice that was responsible for explaining everything in the video.
The Artist of Low Tempering Sculpture--Low Tempering Artist Civilization
At this moment, the audience all realized it.
This huge ice ball.
It was the low-temperature artist civilization ranked sixth.
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