As the negotiations between humans and low-temperature artists broke down, the audience seemed to realize something.
The low-temperature artist had never put Earth, a low-level civilization, in his eyes.
In the eyes of a low-temperature artist, what did the death of humans on Earth have to do with him?
The survival of mankind? In the eyes of low-temperature artists, their concepts were even different.
Just like what the low-temperature artist said.
The survival of billions of humans and other species?
To the low-temperature artist, this was just the simplest concept-these were all trivial matters.
Art was everything.
" There's only art left. Art is the only reason for civilization to exist.”
These were the original words of the low-temperature artist.
Therefore, the low-temperature artist had to empty the Earth's oceans to complete his art.
The price was to ignore the life and death of an entire civilization and let it perish on its own.
Countless spectators couldn't help but feel their hearts turn cold.
Even Saints were not so ruthless.
For a moment, the audience could not help but compare the low-temperature artist civilization with the previous mirror civilization.
They were both artistic civilizations, but the way these two civilizations dealt with low-level civilizations was unexpectedly completely different.
The same artists, the mirror civilization was peaceful and friendly to everything.
It would patiently play music for Earth and explain to Earth how it did it.
Moreover, it would also protect Earth from the radiation of the supernova explosion, even though it was created by itself.
However, this was enough to show the friendliness of the mirror civilization.
However, low-temperature artists would not be like this.
Art was everything, and art was the only reason for the existence of civilization.
He was only passionate about art, despised morality and even technology, and spoke like a child. In order to complete his ice sculpture, he drained the seawater on Earth and used huge ice blocks to form ice chains for Earth. For this, he did not even care about the life and death of Earth's civilization.
No one was willing to deal with such an existence.
In other words, bad people were more willing to be friends with good people.
But to be honest, perhaps a low-temperature artist was the most normal personality in the universe.
He was cold and heartless, or rather, he did not care at all when facing other civilizations.
This was because in the eyes of a high-leveled civilization, a low-leveled civilization was just a bunch of bugs.
However…no matter how uncomfortable the low-temperature artist's method was, what the low-temperature artist said seemed to be the truth.
He said something similar to what the mirror civilization had said.
"The individual will be integrated into the main body, and there will be no society or politics.”
This sentence was just like what the mirror civilization had said.
" When civilization develops to a certain extent, both individuals and collectives will disappear at the same time.”
At first, the audience found it hard to understand the words of the mirror civilization.
When the low-temperature artist civilization said something similar to the mirror civilization, the audience seemed to have a better understanding of this sentence.
When civilization developed to a certain extent, individuals and groups would no longer be separated.
This was because they would eventually fuse into one and become a " main body."
Whether it was the mirror civilization or the low-temperature artist civilization, they eventually became the " appearance " of the main body.
Perhaps this was the common belief of the advanced civilizations.
The audience from all over the world pondered.
……
Not long after, the video changed again.
This time, the audience's perspective returned to Earth.
It was as if they were standing in a white world. The ground under their feet and the surrounding mountains were covered in silver.
The mountains were tall and steep, making him feel as if he was on a mountain covered in snow.
In fact, on the contrary, it was the lowest place on Earth. This was the Mariana Trench, once the deepest seabed in the Pacific Ocean.
The white matter covering this place was not snow, but minerals in salt-based seawater.
When the seawater freezes, these minerals settle and deposit at the bottom of the sea. The thickest part of these white salt deposits could reach up to 100 meters. In the past 200 days, the Earth's oceans had been used up by low-temperature artists, and even the glaciers in the South Pole had been looted by low-temperature artists.
Now, the low-temperature artist had invited Yan Dong to attend the final ceremony of its artwork.
Its great creation had come to an end.
When the omniscient and omnipotent voice sounded, the audience also approached the ice trench from Yan Dong's perspective.
There was a blue water surface in the valley ahead. The blue color was extremely pure and deep, especially moving among the snow-white peaks.
This was the last ocean on Earth. Its area was about the size of Dianchi Lake. There were no longer any boundless waves. The surface was just a quiet ripple, like a quiet lake on the mountain.
Three rivers flowed into the last ocean. It was a great river that had survived the long journey on the dry and vast seabed.
It was the longest river in Earth's history. By the time it reached here, it had already become a thin stream.
Yan Dong walked to the beach and put his hand into the gently undulating sea water on the white sand.
Because the water was already saturated with salt, the waves on the sea seemed a little heavy.
A layer of white salt formed on Yan Dong's hand after it was dried by the breeze.
In the air, Bitter Winter heard a familiar screech, which was caused by the impact of the air when the Low Tempering Artist fell.
Yan Dong soon saw it in the air. It was still shaped like an ice ball, but because it returned directly from space, it did not stay in the atmosphere for long, and the ball was much smaller than when it first appeared.
Before this, after the ice entered orbit, people would always use various means to observe the low-temperature artists when they left the ice, but they didn't see anything. Only after it entered the atmosphere could the ever-growing ice ball mark its existence and location.
The low-temperature artist did not greet Yan Dong. The ice ball fell vertically into the water in the middle of the last ocean, stirring up a high water column.
Then, it was a familiar scene.
A circle of white mist spread out from the landing point and soon covered the entire surface of the sea.
When the sea water froze quickly, it would make a crackling sound.
Then, the white fog dissipated, revealing the frozen sea surface.
Unlike the past, the entire ocean was frozen this time, without a single drop of liquid water left.
The surface of the sea was not a frozen wave, but as smooth as a mirror.
During the entire freezing process, the audience from all over the universe seemed to feel a chill on their faces.
They couldn't help but think.
How shocking and spectacular would the art of the low-temperature artist's curtain be?
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