In the sky, a huge fleet of aircraft flew towards the coastline at an altitude of 5000 meters.
This was the most complicated fleet in history. It was made up of all kinds of planes, from the giant boeing giants to the mosquito-like light planes.
This was an interview plane sent by the world's major news agencies, as well as an observation plane sent by research institutions and governments.
The noisy plane flew along a short, thick white runway in front of them, like a flock of sheep chasing a shepherd. This trail was left behind by the low-temperature artist when he was flying. It kept urging the plane behind it to accelerate. In order to wait for them, it had to endure a speed slower than crawling.
For him, the speed of light was equivalent to crawling, because it could perform random space-time jumps.
"This will make my inspiration disappear." The low-temperature artist kept talking.
The low-temperature artist was like an anxious child who kept urging the plane.
This gave the audience around the world an indescribable and unclear feeling.
However, they had yet to figure out what was going on.
The low-temperature artist was too lazy to answer the endless questions of the reporters behind the plane through the radio. He was only interested in Yan Dong, who was sitting on the Cloud 12 rented by CCTV.
Therefore, the reporters stopped talking and listened attentively to the conversation between the two artists.
"Is your hometown in the Milky Way?" Yan Dong asked.
Cloud 12 was the aircraft closest to the low-temperature artist. The flying ice ball could be seen faintly at the top of the white track.
This trajectory was formed by the oxygen, nitrogen, and carbon dioxide in the atmosphere around the ice ball.
Sometimes, the plane accidentally entered the rolling white fog, and the windows were immediately covered with a thick layer of white frost.
This question was also of interest to the audience in the universe.
Where did these powerful advanced civilizations live?
Finally, the low-temperature artist gave an answer.
"My hometown doesn't belong to any star system. It was located in the huge dark space between the galaxies.”
"Your planet must be very cold."
"We don't have planets. The low-temperature civilization originated from a mass of dark matter. The world there was really cold. Life was trying to gain a tiny bit of heat from an environment close to absolute zero and absorb all the radiation from distant galaxies. When the low-temperature civilization learned to walk, we couldn't wait to enter the warm world of the Milky Way. In this world, we have to maintain low temperatures to survive, so we become low-temperature artists in a warm world.
What the artist said was very abstract, but the audience from all walks of life still understood.
The low-temperature artist had never lived on any planet. They were like creatures born from the universe, learning how to walk.
However, once such a civilization was born, it had the ability and technology to surpass other civilizations.
"Are you talking about the ice and snow style?" Yan Dong continued to ask.
" Oh, no, no, interacting with the world at a temperature far lower than the world's average temperature produces an artistic effect. It's a low-temperature art. Ice and snow sculpting is just a low-temperature art suitable for your world. The temperature of ice and snow is considered low in your world, but in the Dark Matter World, it is considered high. And in the Stellar World, molten lava was also considered a low-temperature substance.”
"Regarding the beauty of art, we seem to have something in common.”
" Not surprisingly, the so-called warmth is just a short-term effect caused by the brief spasm after the birth of the universe. It would be as fleeting as the twilight after sunset, and the energy would disappear. Only the cold would last forever, and the beauty of the cold would be eternal.”
"Then, the universe will eventually heat up?!”Yan Dong heard someone ask through the earpiece. Later, he found out that he was a theoretical physicist sitting in the back of the plane.
"Don't stray from the topic. Let's talk about art.”the artist said coldly.
The man withdrew his head, and the artist stopped answering any questions.
However, the words of the low-temperature artist still left an answer in people's hearts.
"The sea is below!" Yan Dong inadvertently looked down from the window and saw the curved coastline moving slowly below.
" Moving forward, we will head to the deepest part of the ocean. It is easy to get ice there.”
"But where is the ice?" Yan Dong looked at the blue sea below and asked in confusion.
"No matter where the artist goes, there will be ice.”
The Cryogenics Artist flew forward for more than an hour. Yan Dong looked down from the plane. There was already a vast ocean below. At this moment, the plane suddenly stopped. Yan Dong's eyes turned black from being overweight.
"My God, we almost hit it!”the pilot shouted. It turned out that the Low Tempering Artist had suddenly stopped, and the plane behind him had suddenly turned.
At this moment, everyone realized it.
The law of inertia did not work on this low-temperature artist at all. Its speed seemed to drop to zero in an instant.
Logically speaking, at such a high speed, such a deceleration should have been enough to tear the ice ball into pieces.
At this moment, the plane turned its nose and circled around the ice ball hanging in the air with the other planes.
The static ice ball produced a large amount of oxygen and nitrogen snowflakes in the air, but due to the high winds, the snowflakes were blown in one direction, just like the white hair of the ice ball dancing in the wind.
"I'm going to start composing!" The low-temperature artist said that before Yan Dong could answer, it suddenly fell vertically, as if the invisible giant hand holding the air had suddenly loosened.
The people on the plane watched as it fell faster and faster, and soon disappeared into the blue ocean. They could only see faint traces of disintegration in the air.
Soon, white waves appeared on the surface of the sea.
After the waves disappeared, a circle of ripples began to spread.
"The aliens jumped into the river to commit suicide?”
Such thoughts couldn't help but form in people's minds.
However, whether it was Yan Dong or the countless spectators in the myriad worlds, they all knew.
Low temperature artists were definitely not something they could understand.
What he was about to do would be even more shocking.
At this moment, a white spot appeared on the sea where the ice ball entered the sea. It quickly expanded into a white circular area.
At this moment, Yan Dong heard a loud sound. It sounded like continuous thunder, but also like the shattering of the earth and mountains.
The sound came from the sea, covering the roar of the engine.
As the plane approached the sea, Yan Dong carefully looked down at the sea under the white fog.
First of all, people found that the sunlight reflected from the sea was very complete and gentle, not as dazzling as the broken gold.
Then, he saw that the color of the sea darkened and the waves on the sea became smooth. But what really shocked him was his next discovery: Those waves were fixed.
Yan Dong, who had dealt with ice countless times, was stunned on the plane.
There was only one thought left in his mind.
"The sea is frozen."
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