On the altar.
Ye Feng held a handwritten note.
The Ancestor of the chanical Clan had recorded everything during his research on puppet life forms, and in the end, he condensed all the essence into this handwritten note, making it the ultimate masterpiece.
It detailed how to create what could be called true life of the chanical Clan.
With this in mind, Ye Feng began reading.
As he started, he found it quite bland.
The initial content of the note described how the Ancestor of the chanical Clan created various kinds of puppets using all sorts of bizarre materials, having experienced countless failures.
Only later did he have an epiphany.
"What is the true essence of life?"
The note contained the Ancestor of the chanical Clan’s question, as if he was puzzled or inquiring, or perhaps casually jotting down his thoughts while pondering.
"What is life..."
Ye Feng also pondered this question, then continued reading and found that the Ancestor of the chanical Clan had reached a new conclusion during his research on puppet life forms.
"What defines life?"
"A stone, a piece of tal, a fertile land, these are not life."
"Because they do not possess the qualities of life."
"Only things like weeds, giant elephants, divine dragons, gorillas, and lungfish can be called life; they have tabolism, can renew and upgrade themselves, possess a certain self-healing ability, and have energy exchanges with the external world."
"These are traits that non-living entities do not have."
the Ancestor of the chanical Clan wrote in the note.
Seeing this, Ye Feng fell into deep thought.
Indeed, the difference between life and non-life is almost imdiately apparent.
"Puppets are not life."
the Ancestor of the chanical Clan wrote.
To this, Ye Feng agreed.
Artificial puppets, robots, and various production equipnt are not life forms.
He continued to read.
"Life can be created!"
This was another sentence written by the Ancestor of the chanical Clan.
Following this was a lengthy introduction.
"Goodness!"
"The Ancestor of the chanical Clan first crafted puppets of the Saint Realm level, then continuously implanted a wisp of his soul fragnt into them, erasing their mory and allowing them to develop autonomously. Such a daring idea!"
Ye Feng continued to watch.
The Ancestor of the chanical Clan first infused puppets with a wisp of his soul fragnt, devoid of mory, but they could not beco life, they were rely loyal guards.
As the updates and iterations continued, the Ancestor of the chanical Clan discovered that one of these puppets unexpectedly developed autonomous consciousness, learned to think, and escaped.
When the Ancestor of the chanical Clan pursued this puppet, it surprisingly exhibited the instinct for survival, just like life.
This made the Ancestor of the chanical Clan very excited.
A thousand years later.
The Ancestor of the chanical Clan researched hundreds of puppets with autonomous consciousness and placed them on a sealed Mobile Star for them to survive and reproduce.
But...
This batch of puppets lacked the ability to reproduce.
Their bodies decayed over ti, their awakened consciousnesses quickly crumbled, and they all perished.
This experint failed.
The Ancestor of the chanical Clan summarized his experiences and tried different thods, such as modifying the puppets’ physiques to make them close to life forms.
After generations of summarization.
The Ancestor of the chanical Clan created the first batch of the chanical Clan, which were considered true life forms. They could rge bloodlines with other mbers of the chanical Clan, gestating new offspring within, thus marking the beginning of a new era.
But, this batch of the chanical Clan had low intelligence.
They were like a group of beasts.
The Ancestor of the chanical Clan had to continue his research because what he wanted was intelligent life.
"How to possess wisdom?"
The Ancestor of the chanical Clan wrote this in the note and pondered over it on a high peak for a long ti.
Finally, he slapped his forehead.
"Yes, it’s about thinking!"
"Learning to think is what makes one intelligent life."
He researched in this direction.
A hundred years later.
The new generation of the chanical Clan created by the Ancestor of the chanical Clan indeed learned to think, could use tools, and even established sothing akin to a kingdom and class hierarchy.
But this was only considered low intelligence.
"Learning to think is not enough!"
The Ancestor of the chanical Clan, helpless, went out for research, spending many years, traveling across various Ancient Life Stars to observe the lives of those high intelligence creatures.
"In an empire filled with darkness and decay, soone raised the banner of rebellion, calling the disaster-stricken populace to rise and fight, yet they t with tragic defeat."
"Afterwards, I stayed there for a century."
"One outstanding person after another was born, awakening completely different ideas and concepts, ultimately stirring the entire populace of the empire to overthrow the decayed empire."
"This is not simply about thinking."
"I would call this... thought!"
When the Ancestor of the chanical Clan returned to the Mobile Star again, he sat on the steps of the underground palace and wrote the following life insight.
"Life needs a noble ideal!"
From then on, the Ancestor of the chanical Clan understood completely.
The essential difference in high intelligence lifeforms is the possession of a noble ideal, also known as thought!
This is a power on the spiritual level.
This is a trait that low intelligence lifeforms do not possess.
"Without thought, how is one different from a walking corpse?"
The Ancestor of the chanical Clan wrote this line.
Shortly after, he began attempting to create a new generation of the chanical Clan equipped with noble ideals, placing disasters on the Mobile Star, secretly inciting wars, and even transforming into a terrible tyrant to enslave the chanical Clan.
With oppression cos resistance!
Ultimately, a mber of the chanical Clan awakened, completely transcending the ordinary chanical Clan, becoming a spiritual leader, leading their fellow kin, unwilling to be enslaved, in a resolute rebellion.
The true chanical Clan was born!
They did not fear oppression.
They did not fear hardship.
They held noble ideals, had abundant energy, possessed high productivity, causing the chanical Clan to gradually flourish and occupy the entire Mobile Star.
The Ancestor of the chanical Clan, anwhile, retired to the underground palace.
He set a prohibition on the Mobile Star, preventing the chanical Clan from leaving the surface, and due to material limitations, they could only break through to the peak of the Void Break Realm.
Year after year.
Countless mbers of the chanical Clan perished, sending a considerable amount of special energy to the Ancestor of the chanical Clan, sustaining his unscattered soul, allowing him to live on.
Unfortunately, he was ultimately too weak.
The Ancestor of the chanical Clan was rely a peak Heavenly Immortal, still very far from the true threshold of immortality.
In the end, due to soul resistance and the reduction of absorbed special energy, his soul began aging again, ultimately dying of old age in the underground palace.
"Thought, there must be thought!"
In an excited and emotional state, the Ancestor of the chanical Clan wrote this sentence on the last page of the note, unable to calm his inner emotions for a long ti.
Not long after, he passed away.
Seeing this, Ye Feng had many thoughts.
"Indeed, as a human, how can one be without thought? But, in my view, noble ideals are not directly equivalent to thought; they are different."
"Both ideals and thought are necessary."
"Regardless of where you are or what situation you are in, you must have ideals and strive hard for them. Even if you hit obstacles and get bloodied, you must break through and carve out a world."
With that, Ye Feng closed his eyes.
He felt he had found enlightennt.
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