At this moment, the viewers from all over the world were all sending bullet comments below the video.
Many people in the universe were discussing the power of the low-temperature artist civilization.
"Turning all the oceans on Earth into ice and lifting them into space…what a terrifying method.”-- Thanos
"How did it do it? Could this be the ability of a low-temperature artist to change the molecular mass? This is almost the power of a god! Ice Civilization
"I'm more curious about how it froze the ocean into ice in an instant and prevented the ice from being melted by sunlight.”-- Dr. Doom.
"Perhaps I can do that too.”-- undead King
"A single thought can form ice, a single thought can form an ocean…I feel that this technique is very similar to a Saint's, but it's not as easy as a Saint's.”-- bixiao
"If it was a Saint, not only would the ocean be frozen, but even the existence of this planet would be instantly frozen!”-- Great Wild Roc
"If you don't understand, just ask. How powerful is the Primordial Sage? Is he even half as powerful as me, An Lan?”-- anlan
"They're not as powerful as my son, Wang Teng, anyway.”-- My son, Wang Teng, has the qualifications to be an emperor.
"I feel that there are very few people in these civilizations who can compare to the saints of the primeval era. Even low-temperature artists are not very good. Perhaps we should set our sights on the top five.”
Just as the audience was discussing the power of the low-temperature artist, a bullet screen appeared, causing the audience from all over the world to stop discussing.
"Have you ever thought about how these ice cubes that have been evacuated from the Earth can return?”-- Zhang Chulan
For a moment, the audience in the universe fell into deep thought.
Someone weakly sent a bullet comment in the video: "The low-temperature artist will probably return the ice.”
All he received was the silent response of the audience in the universe...
At the same time, Yan Dong in the video also had an exchange with the low-temperature artist.
Yan Dong stomped on the hard ice and said,""How can you freeze such a large piece of ice in an instant? How can you make it whole without breaking? What power do you use to send it into space orbit? All of this is far beyond our understanding and imagination.”
The low-temperature artist said,"What's wrong? We often extinguish stars in our creations! Didn't we say we were only talking about art? From an artistic point of view, this kind of art was not much different from making ice sculptures with knives and shovels.”
After saying this, the audience in the universe was shocked again.
It was just as they had expected.
Low temperature artists indeed had the ability to extinguish the sun and stars.
Yan Dong asked again.
" Why doesn't the ice in orbit melt when it's exposed to strong sunlight from space?”
"I covered the surface of each ice block with a very thin transparent filter film. This film only allowed the cold light of the non-heating frequency band to enter the ice, while the light of the heating frequency band was reflected, so the ice remained unchanged. This is the last time I will answer your question. I didn't stop working because I wanted to talk about such boring things. We should talk about art, or you can go, and I'll tell you we're no longer peers and friends.
He spoke as if he was very impatient.
"Hmm, how much ice do you plan to extract from the ocean? This is about artistic creation!"
"Of course, take as much as you can. I've told you my thoughts. To perfectly express this idea, the oceans on Earth were not enough. I plan to get ice from Jupiter's moon, but it's too troublesome. So let us make do with it."
Yan Dong tidied up her hair, which was messed up by the wind. The cold in the air made him shiver. "Is art important to you?"”
"This is everything."
"But…there are other things in life. For example, we must work hard for survival..."
The low-temperature artist's voice came from the depths of the ice field. The vibration of the ice made Yan Dong's feet itch."" Survival, tsk tsk. This is just a nappy that needs to be changed during the infancy of civilization. In the future, it will be as easy as breathing, making us forget that there is an era where we need to spend energy to survive.”
"What about social life and politics?"
" The existence of individuals is also a problem for the infant civilization. In the future, the individual would be integrated into the main body, and there would be no society or politics.”
"There's still science, isn't there? Don't civilizations need to understand the universe?"
"This is also the process of infant civilization. When the exploration reached a certain level, everything would end. You will find that the universe is so simple that science is unnecessary.”
"Only art?"
"All that's left is art. Art was the only reason for civilization to exist.”
"But we have other reasons. We want to survive. There are billions of people and many other species under the earth. You want to dry our oceans, turn this life planet into a dead desert, and let us all die of thirst!”
A burst of laughter came from the depths of the ice sheet, making Yan Dong's feet itch again.
" My colleague, you see, when my creative inspiration surges, I stop to talk to you about art, but every time, you talk to me about these trivial things. This really disappointed me. You should be ashamed! You can go now. I have to work now.”
"F * ck your ancestors!" Yan Dong finally lost his patience and scolded.
"Is this a dirty word?" " Our species is the same individual," the low-temperature artist asked calmly." It has always been growing and evolving. It has no ancestors. Besides, how can you treat your peers like this? Hehe, I know you're jealous of me. You don't have my power, so you can only engage in bacteria art.”
" But as you said just now, our arts are just different tools. There is no essential difference.”
"But now I have changed my opinion. I thought I had met a real artist, but I turned out to be a mediocre guy who chattered all day about small things that had nothing to do with art, such as the drying up of the ocean and the extinction of ecology. This was too trivial. Let me tell you, artists can't do this.”
"F * ck your ancestors!"
"Up to you. I have to work. You can go."
At this moment, Yan Dong felt that she was overweight. He fell onto the slippery ice. At the same time, a strong wind blew down from above his head. He knew that the ice was still rising. He climbed onto the helicopter. The helicopter took off violently and flew away from the edge of the nearest ice. When the ice rose, it almost crashed into the tornado.
The communication between humans and low-temperature artists had completely failed.
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