I farmed in military academy and crushed the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 379: Ma Liang, the magic pen
There are many different kinds of civilizations in the universe. Some are willing to dedicate everything to studying the ultimate mysteries of the universe, while others are willing to shrink into black holes, drift away with the black holes, and simply give up and do nothing.

From planets to the stars, and from the stars to even more distant galaxies, civilization is not static. It is like a great tree that grows countless branches. These branches continue to extend until they reach the limit of distance, where they take root again and grow into a new great tree.

Ma Liang's magic paintbrush is a branch that branched off from the Salas civilization.

The Salas civilization sought to acquire the complex emotions they lacked—a emotions filled with contradictions, sacrifices, regrets, and rebellion—by constantly exploring ancient ruins and new civilizations.

They are like thirsty cosmic travelers, seeking external emotional replenishment.

Ma Liang with his magic paintbrush was different; his emotions came from within, from each of his creations.

Each time he completed a new work of art, it brought Ma Liang an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

He would tremble at the art he created with his own hands, using the dark universe as a canvas.

While the viewing area of ​​the Civilization Trial Arena was still puzzled by the last words of the Salas Blue Star team and trying to figure out what race Lin Xiaohe was, Ma Liang with his magic paintbrush was already creating a new work of art.

"The Resonance Hunter wasn't lying to me after all; this planet is damn beautiful."

While Ma Liang was excited about his magic paintbrush, he also felt a little regretful.

Unfortunately, this is just a testing ground. I really want to go and see the real Earth.

He then thought, if Blue Star fails the Civilization Trial Field test and cannot join the Star Alliance, wouldn't that allow him to do whatever he wants?

With this in mind, Ma Liang became even more enthusiastic about using his magic paintbrush.

On the trial grounds, all the contestants looked up at the sky.

This time, the arena is unique.

They are facing the same problem.

The enormous sphere of light, like a comet, trailed a long tail as it streaked across the sky above the blue planet.

Wherever it passes, whether at the poles or the equator, whether in the Southern or Northern Hemisphere, snowflakes fall.

As the saying goes, most flowers of plants have five petals, but snowflakes have six.

These snowflakes are perfectly standard six-petaled crystals, each with a diameter of 2.5 millimeters.

Professor Liu opened his palm and caught the slowly falling snowflakes.

The snowflakes did not melt in his palm; instead, they remained crystal clear, like crystal.

Professor Liu's wife glanced at his face and asked worriedly, "Aren't you cold?"

Professor Liu looked up and met his wife's concerned gaze, then shook his head blankly: "It's strange, I'm not cold at all, I actually feel a bit hot."

Could it be that the perception of hot and cold in the trial are reversed? No, when they first arrived at the Ice and Snow World, they were clearly shivering from the cold.

"Throw it away!" A man wearing a black down jacket and a Lei Feng hat, with his nose and mouth tightly covered by a scarf, slapped Professor Liu's hand, knocking the snowflakes off.

Then he dragged the two penguin-like old men into a tin shack.

Inside the tin shack, about ten people were gathered around a fire, hissing and laughing.

"Damn! Wearing short sleeves in this cold weather, what a brave soul!" A young-sounding boy jumped up and pulled two military overcoats from a small hut next to him. "Boss Qiu, why didn't you bring the two elders in?"

A white comet, carrying another round of snowflakes, flew across the sky, and the temperature instantly dropped by 5 degrees Celsius. Old Qiu scooped up a handful of snow from the ground and frantically rubbed it all over Professor Liu, explaining in a gruff voice, "Are you from the South? Is this your first time in the Northeast? When the human body is extremely cold and about to lose its temperature, it doesn't feel cold, but rather hot. At times like this, you can't immediately go into a warm room; you have to rub your body with snowflakes to warm it up."

It turned out to be the case.

The elderly couple weren't tough people; they were just frozen stiff!

The people who were still warming themselves by the fire rushed out to help rescue the people.

About half an hour later, Qiu Laoda felt it was about time, so he led the old couple into the house and sat them a little further away from the fire, so that their bodies could gradually adjust before they went to warm themselves by the fire.

Beside the warm campfire, Professor Liu and his wife slowly regained their senses, which had been frozen stiff. A wave of fear washed over them, and they repeatedly expressed their gratitude.

Qiu Laoda stood guard at the gate, taking a thermometer outside every 15 minutes to say, "You're welcome. I'm a Party member, and this is our small Party headquarters."

His brow was furrowed, his eyes filled with worry: "The outdoor temperature has dropped to minus 23 degrees Celsius. That thing in the sky has passed by here twice in half an hour, each time lowering the temperature by 5 degrees. Could it be that the challenge of this Civilization Trial Grounds is extreme cold survival?"

This damn civilization trial ground just pulls people in without explaining what they're supposed to do, deliberately making things difficult for them.

-23 degrees Celsius is an annual occurrence in Northeast China. So, the power supply infrastructure has withstood the test; I wonder how it is in the south?
The walls of old houses in Northeast China are at least 37 centimeters thick, which is enough to meet basic insulation requirements.

Even newly built commercial buildings, which adopt a frame structure and have 20-centimeter-thick concrete walls, will have an additional insulation layer on the outside, which can eventually reach about 30 centimeters.

The walls of houses in the south are generally only 20 centimeters thick, both inside and out, making it difficult to keep warm in extremely cold weather.

Because they were unsure how many more times the thing outside would come, or how low the temperature would drop, Boss Qiu decided to lead everyone to move to a nearby bungalow.

In Northeast China, single-story houses all have heated brick beds (kang), so as long as there is wood or coal available, people won't freeze to death.

Professor Liu and his wife, bundled up like bears, stumbled along behind Boss Qiu, feeling incredibly lucky to have been found by a man from Northeast China in the freezing weather.

At a time like this, there's no time to worry about the tasks in the Civilization Trial Grounds; the first priority is survival.

Professor Liu was panting heavily, and condensation formed on the lenses of his reading glasses, making everything appear white and obscuring his vision.

He wiped it with his finger, and after a short while, it became foggy again.

"Ugh."

Professor Liu sighed deeply, a profound worry weighing on his mind. Based on a 50% participation rate, the national team would number nearly 600 million; could they survive the first wave of the extreme cold?

Death represents true annihilation.

These athletes don't have a second life.

What is the current situation in the southern region? What is the current situation globally?
The radio in Qiu Laoda's arms crackled and popped as he led the way, tuning the radio as he went.

Without unified national command, even communication between people seems to become a difficult task.

……

Ma Liang, with his magic paintbrush, didn't even glance at the humans of Earth; his eyes were only on this blue planet.

He wanted to make this planet one of his finest works of art, refine it further, and finally bring it to life on the real Earth!

As for this swarm of ant-like creatures, they will only be buried in the wind and snow during his creative process.