Humanity is missing, luckily I have billions of clones.

Chapter 380 Arm Worship
Gravity-level magic eye?
A surge of anger suddenly welled up in Li Qingsong's heart.

In this galaxy, let's not even talk about those low-level demonic eyes that are in the weak or strong core stage, since their space travel capabilities are limited and it would be difficult for them to come and participate in that war.

This has already entered the realm of the Demon Eye. Among the Gravity-level Demon Eyes that participated in that war, there is still one that escaped the net.
Even without the event of the Space-level Demon Eye wiping out human civilization, having experienced the previous infection by the Demon Eye and the Purple Moon Civilization, Li Qingsong had already made up his mind that if he encountered a Demon Eye Civilization, he would definitely destroy it if he had the ability.

Now that he knew that the Space-level Demon Eye was the direct culprit behind the extinction of human civilization, Li Qingsong's killing intent intensified.

We must find and destroy this gravity-level magic eye before we can finally vent our anger!
Li Qingsong immediately instructed Momorans to ask, "Where is this gravity-level magic eye right now?"

"Based on the principle of intelligence parity, this is our final response to your question in this communication."

We do not know where this Gravity-level Demon Eye is hiding at this moment, because the battlefield was too chaotic back then, and we were unable to fully grasp the changes that occurred there.

However, we do know some characteristics of this Gravity-level Magic Eye.

The civilization that preceded this Gravity-level Magic Eye called itself XXXX…

The recorder responded with a series of jumbled notes, which, to Li Qingsong's ears, vaguely sounded like something like "Moada will rush".

"Let's just transliterate it as 'Grey Worm' Civilization. Grey Worm sounds like roundworm, which perfectly matches the disgusting existence of the Demon Eye, which parasitizes other civilizations."

Li Qingsong immediately made a decision, and in the subsequent messages sent by the recorder civilization, he directly translated that name as "Grey Worm."

"...In the culture of the Grey Worm civilization, the meaning of this name is probably something like 'a person who grew up in a warm paradise'."

Even after being infected by the Demon Eye, they retained the name Grey Worm and inherited the culture and customs of the original Grey Worm civilization.

What customs did they continue in their spaceship construction and aesthetics? For example, they habitually use C-shaped lines extensively on various spaceships, dislike sharp angles, and prefer rounded shapes…”

Based on my own experience dealing with the Eye of Evil, after being infected by it, the creatures of a civilization, apart from completely converting to and becoming loyal to the Eye of Evil, do not change their own culture and customs. It is quite reasonable that the Grey Worm civilization continued its previous customs after becoming the Eye of Evil.

The recorder's message has ended, and no further response has been given to Li Qingsong's subsequent questions.

With a soft sigh, Li Qingsong wrote down all this information.

Having concluded the matter, Momorans respectfully departed, and Li Qingsong once again turned his gaze to the vast and boundless universe.

Li Qingsong certainly didn't fully trust the recorder, Wenming, and harbored deep suspicion towards him.

However, after comprehensive analysis, he still believes that the intelligence provided by these recorder civilizations is highly likely to be true. There is no problem in using this intelligence as the basis for deciding on subsequent actions.

So……

"The Grey Worm Civilization, is it... I will search high and low, to the ends of the earth, no matter the cost or the time it takes, I will find you..."

At this moment, Li Qingsong truly made up his mind.

Of course, while the decision was made, the actual execution still required careful consideration. After all, at this stage, their technological level was only at the gravitational level, making them merely a mid-level civilization within the Milky Way.

The hope of rapidly advancing the technology level again in a short period of time is really slim.

While conducting scientific research with scientists from various intelligent life forms and carrying out resource collection tasks, Li Qingsong was silently pondering.

More than twenty years have passed in a flash, and those pristine space carriers are once again filled with supplies, ready to set sail once more.

However, unlike the last time they set sail, this time, the number of space carriers in Li Qingsong's fleet, each capable of carrying 10 billion tons of supplies, has increased from 10,000 to 20,000.

Normally, Li Qingsong would not allow his fleet to be too large.

After all, a spaceship isn't just something you build; it also needs to be operated, maintained, and kept running on a daily basis—all of which are troublesome matters.

A giant space carrier, with a maximum length of about 20 kilometers and a width of about 10 kilometers, larger than a habitable mothership, would require about 10,000 clones of Li Qingsong for operation, maintenance, and daily operation, even with the assistance of the Primordial AI.

If it were ordinary intelligent life forms, it would require more than 20 people.

Furthermore, there is a star system every short distance in space, so unless there is a special strategic need, there is really no need to carry so many supplies.

But this time the situation is different.

Because the extra 10,000 giant space carriers were not carrying supplies, but rather... probes.

Designed by Li Qingsong, each satellite weighs approximately 100 tons, possesses advanced deep space exploration capabilities, and is equipped with a special detector featuring gravitational wave communication equipment.

Each of these giant space carriers carries one hundred million probes. Ten thousand of them would amount to one trillion probes.

Li Qingsong's fleet then took these probes and embarked on another long journey.

Li Qingsong had no specific destination for this voyage; he would just fly wherever it led him.

The reason for leaving the star system and embarking on another long voyage is also largely to conceal themselves and avoid staying in one place for too long, thus avoiding unknown dangers. In any case, current technological development will not be affected even during space travel.

Another reason, of course, is the deployment of these detectors.

Accelerating rapidly at a speed of several meters per second squared, the fleet quickly arrived at a distance of 1.2 light-years from the host star and successfully entered a faster-than-light warp drive state.

At this time, in addition to the numerous deep space exploration devices in the main fleet, Li Qingsong also began to throw out those probes one by one.

Without the support of the main fleet, they will leave warp space and enter normal, flat space. Then, the fuel inside them will accelerate them in all directions until they reach 70% of the speed of light.

Every minute that passes, Li Qingsong's main fleet will travel approximately 4800 million kilometers, and correspondingly, it will release about 2.5 probes.

Just as a fleet inevitably disperses its molecular cloud into the surrounding space during normal navigation, these numerous detectors are like garbage that Li Qingsong keeps throwing into the surrounding space, and then they continue to spread into the surrounding space.

That's right, what Li Qingsong is doing now is very simple. The universe is so vast, is it really impossible to find any trace of the Gray Worm civilization?
Then I will use my superior industrial capabilities to manufacture a sufficient number of probes and send them all into space to help me search!
As long as I deploy a large enough number of detectors and enough time, even with my gravity-level technology, I might be able to search the entire Milky Way!
Once these detectors detect a fleet that matches the characteristics of the Grey Worm civilization, they will immediately broadcast encrypted information that only they can decipher to the entire universe via gravitational wave broadcasts.

Thanks to the property that gravitational waves do not decay, even if the detector that sends the gravitational wave signal is located at opposite ends of the Milky Way, it will eventually receive these messages one day.

It's just that the signal transmission speed is limited, so we have to wait, but I can afford to wait!

I've said it before: I will search high and low, no matter the cost or the time, to find your Grey Worm civilization, gather intelligence, and wipe you all out!

Of course, these detectors weren't solely tasked with searching for the Gray Worm civilization. Li Qingsong was also searching for other civilizations, regardless of their level.

Once traces of other civilizations are found, Li Qingsong will try to make contact, offering benefits or similar incentives to get them to also keep an eye out for the Gray Worm Civilization.

This was the plan Li Qingsong devised for searching the Gray Worm Civilization.

Although the project is enormous and will inevitably take a long time, Li Qingsong believes that as long as he perseveres, there will eventually be a result.

Time slipped away quietly during Li Qingsong's long voyage.

One probe after another flew away and disappeared, and one space carrier after another returned to an empty state from full load.

In the blink of an eye, decades have passed. All one trillion detectors have been sent into interstellar space by Li Qingsong, and he has completely traversed the long journey of 200 light-years.

After randomly choosing a star system to dock in, completing a series of resupply operations, and producing enough probes to fill the space carriers, Li Qingsong embarked on another journey to spread the probes.

He repeated this process, building new probes after deploying them, and deploying more when he had enough. The probes' trajectories were not fixed at all, sometimes heading towards the galactic center, sometimes deviating, and sometimes moving away, but in general, he always followed the principle of expanding the search area.

Over a thousand years have passed quietly, and the number of probes that Li Qingsong has scattered into space has reached trillions.

But... not to mention the Grey Worm Civilization, not even a single low-level civilization could be detected.

"This universe is truly vast and empty..."

With a sigh in his heart, Li Qingsong embarked once again on his journey to continue distributing the probe.

Another century has passed in the blink of an eye. One day, Li Qingsong finally received a message.

A probe detected a subtle industrial feature while passing by a galaxy!

This news greatly encouraged Li Qingsong.

Although from an industrial perspective, it was only a rudimentary civilization, roughly somewhere between primitive and electromagnetic, and far from even the most basic space travel, it was still a genuine civilization nonetheless.

Since it is a civilization, even a low-level one, it has the hope and potential to provide assistance to itself.

Because this search is destined to be a long time, perhaps even a hundred thousand years without any results. And a hundred thousand years... is enough time for a primitive civilization to develop to a powerful core, or even a higher stage.

Li Qingsong then gave the order to change course and head towards the distant star system that was more than 400 light-years away.

At a speed of 2.7 times the speed of light, in just over a hundred years, Li Qingsong's fleet appeared 1.5 light-years away from the main star.

The main fleet remained stationary, while a smaller fleet consisting of a dozen or so ships began its advance into the interior of the star system.

By this time, more information about this civilization had been gathered, allowing Li Qingsong to know that the civilization living on this planet was roughly at the stage of transitioning from cold weapons to hot weapons.

They had already created gunpowder guns, but their performance was still very poor and had not yet differentiated themselves from crossbows and throwing weapons among cold weapons.

"I originally thought that even if this civilization was technologically backward, it would at least be an electromagnetic civilization, and at least have mastered the basic applications of electricity..."

I never expected that they were such a primitive civilization that they didn't even know how to use electricity.

"So be it, let it be primitive, as long as it has the potential for development."

Two or three years later, this fleet, consisting of only a dozen or so small and medium-sized spaceships, arrived in orbit around the planet and released a large number of miniature probes to penetrate deep into the civilization, searching for all information about its writing, culture, language, and so on.

The inhabitants of this planet are a multi-armed intelligent life form, and the number of arms is not fixed. In their culture, it seems that the more arms one has, the higher one's status.

People who hold high-ranking positions in a country generally have four or more arms.

"The more arms one has, the higher the demands on the brain, the higher the corresponding intelligence, and the stronger one's combat power and work ability. This kind of arm worship is reasonable."

But now your civilization has moved beyond the more primitive state where everyone had to hunt and farm to survive. Your productivity has developed, and a management class has emerged that does not personally participate in labor. The wisdom required for social management is different from the wisdom of hunting and farming.

Those with more arms can easily climb to the top, while those with fewer arms are stuck at the bottom. Judging intelligence by the number of arms one has is a bit like trying to find a sword by marking the boat where it fell into the water...

Li Qingsong was somewhat speechless. However, recalling the history of human civilization where people relied on bloodlines, castes, and other such nonsensical things to judge a person's status, the slight contempt in his heart disappeared with a touch of embarrassment.

Everyone does it this way; the eldest brother won't laugh at the second brother, right?

Li Qingsong would never forcibly elevate the technological level of this civilization and force them into the interstellar age.

Forcing social organizations to elevate them to that level before they have developed would be a disaster for them.

Unless he could stay here for a long time to train this civilization, but it was clear that Li Qingsong was too lazy to spend so much effort.

"Then I'll leave you with some traces..."

Li Qingsong thought to himself calmly.

(End of this chapter)