The Light Sword pierced toward Valkyrie’s forehead without hesitation.
Po Suo, in the form of a young girl, remained unconscious, embracing her doom in her slumber.
At this moment, she could no longer withstand this Light Sword, which embodied the pinnacle of Dark Star’s technology!
Yang Ming’s eyes nearly flared with fire, striking without the slightest delay!
The tip of the Light Sword reached Valkyrie’s forehead; the toughness of her skin granted Yang Ming immense resistance, but the Light Sword had begun its oscillation mode, with accumulated energy about to be unleashed.
A light suddenly flickered.
That sensation of the surrounding space freezing reappeared.
Yang Ming was immobilized, but his thoughts were incredibly active, and a blurred silhouette was reflected in his pupils.
It seemed like a humanoid entity slowly approached from beyond time and space.
At the moment when everything around fell into stagnation, even Lyu’s main brain operation halted, in this infinitely prolonged instant, a halo of thorns gently rose, slowly and calmly landing onto Yang Ming’s head, fitting perfectly.
Yang Ming’s ears rang with a buzzing sound.
Suddenly, he could move, swiftly floating away from the ground like an out-of-body experience, "looking down" and seeing himself kneeling on one knee using a shield to press Valkyrie, surrounded by hovering disc-shaped drones.
A voice, sounding somewhat strange, echoed beside Yang Ming.
At first, Yang Ming couldn’t understand what was being said; every syllable seemed layered, containing immense information.
But after a faint noise, the voice became clear, turning into a normal baritone.
"It seems I can communicate with him... Let me adjust the brainwave frequency... Alas, I’m likely to be punished, nearly failing the project validation, and still having to interact directly with low-dimensional humans..."
Faya Civilization’s high-dimensional individual?
Having been influenced by the three old monsters of Intelligent Mechanic Dusk, Yang Ming felt no fear towards such high-dimensional life forms.
He "frowned" and asked, "Who’s speaking?"
A nearly transparent figure appeared before Yang Ming, waving at him.
It had a human-like form overall, but due to its vagueness, specific details were indiscernible.
Yang Ming’s "brows" furrowed deeper, his eyes bearing undisguised hostility, and he softly asked, "Faya?"
"Yes, Pioneer from Earth, it’s a pleasure to converse with you in this manner. I come from the Faya Civilization, the upper civilization of the galaxy you’re in. My team and I are responsible for developing a biological weapon.
"As you can see, Valkyrie Po Suo is our precious specimen, the only mature product among thirty-six hundred and twenty-one experiments.
"She contains infinite possibilities, and the value of these possibilities is sufficient to be exchanged for a mid-low level civilization with dimension ascension potential."
The silhouette spoke leisurely:
"I can understand your emotions towards her, the oppression from genes indeed fills you with a sense of crisis.
"But could you please not kill her? I can take her to other large star systems to complete her self-enhancement before dimension ascension. If she can ascend with her human low-dimensional body form, I will advance to A-level.
"This is very important to me."
Yang Ming remained silent.
"You should be able to feel my urgency, Pioneer," the silhouette spoke slowly, "we couldn’t communicate directly because I can barely comprehend the low-dimensional world, and I have to painstakingly depict my world in a way you can accept."
"I can spare her," Yang Ming suddenly said, "my home planet, in exchange for my home planet’s safety, which to you is far less valuable than a mid-low level civilization."
"Oh, indeed, a planet that hasn’t even stepped out of the greenhouse, not even reaching the foundation of a level-one civilization, inherently holds little value... but unfortunately."
The silhouette shook its head repeatedly:
"That’s not a project I oversee; interfering across projects constitutes a severe transgression in my society."
"Why?" Yang Ming asked, "Don’t you have acquaintances or something in that project?"
The silhouette chuckled in amusement, "You wouldn’t understand, my fellow human from a low-dimensional world, we are individuals and fragments. To illustrate, if your brain regions interfered with each other, what would become of you? You’d turn into an idiot; hahaha, that’s truly humorous."
Yang Ming’s mouth twitched slightly.
This was more nonsensical than any joke he had heard at a Blue Star’s large gala back in the day.
Yang Ming said solemnly, "I can’t quite comprehend."
"Alright," the silhouette pondered for a moment, "let me put it in a way you can understand. I have a name, its essence is long and it contains my genetic information, but at the end, there’s a number, 9587, does that make sense to you?"
More obvious black lines appeared on Yang Ming’s forehead.
The silhouette seemed a bit helpless:
"Okay! Okay! Your low-dimensional humans, your imagination and the density of information your brains can carry are truly laughable! I’m not a complete being.
"Of course, I have an independent personality, capable of complete thought, able to traverse freely within the seams of time, except for altering events fixed by light cones, I can achieve what you consider miracles.
"Actually, I’m a segment of thought, a Thought Body left at some point by the one without a number.
"Moreover, in our world, time is not continuous."
Yang Ming asked, "Are you part of a genuine Faya Civilization individual?"
"That’s right, but I dislike using the part-whole relationship to describe myself. I am that individual, merely left within this time domain, along with over three hundred fragment Thought Bodies. When we think and merge, we become the thoughts of that individual in the current time domain."