In the sky, a huge group of aircraft flew towards the coastline at a height of 5,000 meters.
It's the most mixed fleet ever, made up of everything from gigantic Boeing Jumbos to mosquito-like light planes.
These are interview planes sent by major news agencies around the world, as well as observation and surveillance planes sent by research institutions and governments.
The chaotic flock followed a stubby white trail ahead, like a flock of sheep chasing a shepherd. That track was left by the cryoartist flying, and it kept urging the planes behind to go faster, and in order to wait for them it had to endure a slower-than-crawl speed.
For it that can make time and space transitions at will, the speed of light is already crawling.
"It would take my inspiration away," the cryogenic artist kept saying.
It's like an anxious child constantly urging the plane.
This gave the audience in the heavens and the world a sense of incomprehension.
But this feeling, they have not yet figured out what is going on.
The cryogenic artist didn't bother to answer the questions that the reporters on the plane behind were chattering with over the radio. He was only interested in talking to Yan Dong, who was sitting on a "Yun 12" rented by CCTV.
So in the end, the reporters stopped talking and just listened intently to the dialogue between the pair of artists.
"Is your hometown within the Milky Way?" Yan Dong asked. This "Yun 12" is the closest to the cryogenic artist, and you can see the ice ball in flight at the head of the white track.
This track is formed by the ultra-low temperature condensation of oxygen, nitrogen and carbon dioxide in the atmosphere around the ice ball. Sometimes the plane accidentally enters this rolling white fog, and the window is immediately covered with a thick layer of hoarfrost.
This question is also of interest to the audience of All Heavens and Myriad Realms.
Where do these powerful advanced civilizations live?
Finally, the cryogenic artist gave the answer.
"My hometown does not belong to any star system, it is in the vast dark void between the galaxies."
"Your planet must be cold."
"We don't have planets. Cryogenic civilizations originated in a cloud of dark matter. That world is really cold, and life struggles to extract tiny amounts of heat from near absolute zero, sucking every ray of radiation from distant galaxies. When Cryogenic Civilizations Society When we walk, we can't wait to enter the nearest warm world, the Milky Way. In this world we also have to stay cold to survive, so we become the cryogenic artists of the warm world."
The words of the cryogenic artist are very abstract, but the audience in the world still has some understanding of it.
Cryogenic artists have never lived on any planet, they are like beings born out of the universe and learning to walk.
However, once such a civilization is born, it has the ability and technology to surpass other civilizations.
"Is the cryogenic art you mean by ice and snow modeling?" Yan Dong continued to ask.
"Oh, no, using a low temperature that is much lower than the world's average temperature to interact with the world to produce artistic effects, this is all low-temperature art. Ice and snow modeling is just a low-temperature art suitable for your world, and the temperature of ice and snow is in your The world belongs to low temperature, and in the world of dark matter, it belongs to high temperature; and in the world of stars, molten magma also belongs to low temperature material."
"There seems to be something in common between our sense of artistic beauty."
"No wonder, the so-called warmth is but an equally short-lived effect of a brief spasm after the birth of the universe, it will be as fleeting as the twilight after sunset, the energy will disappear, only the cold will last forever, and the beauty of cold is eternal beauty."
"So, the universe will eventually be heat-dead?!" Yan Dong heard someone in the earphone ask, and later learned that he was a theoretical physicist sitting on the back plane.
"Don't digress, we're just talking about art," the cryogenic artist said coldly.
The man withdrew his head embarrassingly, and the cryogenic artist didn't answer any more.
But the words of the cryogenic artist still left an answer in people's hearts.
"It's the sea below!" Yan Dong inadvertently looked down from the porthole and saw the curved coastline slowly moving below.
"Further on, we're going to the deepest ocean, where it's easy to get ice."
"But where's the ice?" Yan Dong asked puzzledly, looking at the vast blue sea below.
"Wherever cryogenic artists go, there will be ice."
The cryogenic artist flew forward for more than an hour. Yan Dong looked down from the plane, and there was already a patch of Wang Yang below. At this time, the plane suddenly pulled up, and the overweight made Yan Dong's eyes go black.
"Oh my God, we almost hit it!" the pilot yelled, the cryogenic artist suddenly stopped, and the planes behind were all turned around unexpectedly.
At this time, people all realized.
The law of inertia doesn't work at all for this cryogenic artist, whose speed seems to drop to zero in an instant.
It stands to reason that at such a high speed, such a slowdown would have long been enough to tear the puck apart.
At this time, the plane turned its nose and, together with other planes, circled the hockey puck hanging in the air mightily.
The stationary ice hockey produced a lot of oxygen and nitrogen snowflakes in the air, but due to the strong wind in the sky, the snowflakes were all blown in one direction, like the white hair of the ice hockey fluttering in the wind.
"I'm going to start creating!" said the cryogenic artist, before Yan Dong could reply, it suddenly fell down vertically, as if the invisible giant hand holding it up in the air suddenly let go.
People on the plane watched it fall faster and faster in free fall, and soon disappeared into the blue background of the sea, only vaguely seeing a trace of mist that it pulled out of the air.
Soon, a white spray appeared on the sea, and after the spray disappeared, a circle of ripples spread.
"That alien committed suicide by jumping into the river?"
Such a thought could not help but arise in people's minds.
But whether it is Yan Dong or the countless audiences in the heavens and the world, it is all clear in their hearts.
Cryogenic artists are definitely not what they understand.
And what he wants to do must be even more shocking.
At this moment, a white spot appeared on the sea surface where the ice ball entered the sea, and the white spot quickly expanded into a white circular area.
At this time, Yan Dong heard a sound, like continuous thunder, and like the earth and mountains were breaking.
The sound came from the sea and covered the roar of the engine.
The plane flew close to the sea, and Yan Dong looked down at the sea under the white fog.
First of all, I found that the sunlight reflected by the sea surface is very complete and soft, not like the dazzling broken gold like just now.
He then saw that the sea darkened and the waves smoothed, but what really struck him was the next discovery: those waves were frozen.
Yan Dong, who had dealt with ice cubes countless times, was immediately stunned on the plane.
Only one thought came to mind.
"The sea is frozen."