At this moment, the audiences in the heavens and the world are all sending barrages under the video.
Many people in the heavens and the world are discussing the power of the low temperature artist civilization.
"To turn all of Earth's oceans into ice and lift them into space...a horrific means." - Thanos
"How the hell does it do it? Is this the ability of the cryogenic artist's molecular mass conversion? It's almost the power of the gods!" - Ice Cube Civilization
"I'm more curious about how it freezes the ocean into ice cubes for a split second and keeps those ice cubes from being melted by the sun's rays." - Doctor Doom.
"Maybe I can do it at this level." - King of the Undead
"One thought turns into ice, one thought turns into sea... I feel that this method is very similar to that of a saint, but it is not as easy as a saint." - Bi Xiao
"If it is a saint, not only the ocean, but even the existence of this planet will be instantly frozen!" - Honghuang Dapeng
"If you don't understand, ask, how powerful is the Saint of the Great Desolation, does he have half of my An Lan's strength?" - An Lan
"Anyway, it's not as powerful as my son Wang Teng."——My son Wang Teng has the capital of the emperor
"I feel that among these civilizations, there are very few that can compete with the sages of the Great Desolation, and low-temperature artists are not very good. Perhaps, we should focus on the top five."
Just when the audience was discussing the power of low-temperature artists, the appearance of a barrage made the audience in all the worlds stop discussing.
"Have you ever thought about how these ice cubes that have been evacuated from the earth and turned into oceans will go back?" - Zhang Chulan
For a while, the audience in the heavens and the world fell into contemplation.
Someone weakly sent a barrage in the video: "The cryogenic artist should return the ice cubes."
All he got was the silent response from the audience in the heavens and the world...
At the same time, Yan Dong in the video also communicated with the cryogenic artist.
Yan Dong stomped the hard ice surface with his foot and said, "How do you freeze such a big ice block in an instant, how do you make it a whole without breaking it, and what force do you use to send it to orbit in space? ? This is far beyond our comprehension and imagination."
The cryogenic artist said: "What's the matter, we often extinguish the stars in our creations! Didn't we just talk about art? I make art like this, and you make ice sculptures with a knife and shovel. From an artistic point of view, it's not much of a big deal. the difference."
After saying these words, the audience of All Heavens and Myriad Realms was once again shocked.
This is exactly what they expected.
Cryogenic artists do have the ability to extinguish the sun's stars.
And Yan Dong began to ask again.
"Why don't those ice cubes in orbit melt when they're exposed to the intense sunlight of space?"
"I covered the surface of each ice cube with a very thin transparent filter film, this film only allows the cold light in the non-heating frequency band to enter the ice cube, and the light in the heating frequency band is reflected, so the ice cube remains undissolved. This is the last time I will answer your kind of question, I stopped working, not to talk about these boring things, let's just talk about art, or you can go, we are no longer colleagues and friends."
He said as if very impatient.
"So, how much ice are you going to take out of the ocean in the end? It's all about making art!"
"Of course, how much is taken. I talked to you about my idea. To express this idea perfectly, the oceans on the earth are still not enough. I planned to take ice from the moons of Jupiter, but it was too troublesome, that's all. Come on."
Yan Dong straightened his hair that had been ruffled by the wind. The cold of the sky made him tremble a little. He asked, "Is art important to you?"
"It's everything."
"But...there are other things in life, for example, we have to work to survive..."
The voice of a cryogenic artist came from the depths of the ice field, and the vibration of the ice surface made Yan Dong's feet a little itchy: "Survival, duh, it's just a diaper to be changed when a civilized baby, later, it's as easy as breathing, So much so that we forget that there was a time when energy was required to survive."
"What about social life and politics?"
"The existence of the individual is also a troublesome problem for infant civilization. In the future, the individual will be integrated into the subject, and there will be no social and political."
"Then science, there is always science, right? Doesn't civilization need to know the universe?"
"That is also the course of infant civilization. When the exploration reaches a certain level, everything will be uncovered. You will find that the universe is so simple that science is unnecessary."
"Only art left?"
"There is only art left, and art is the only reason for civilization to exist."
"But we have other reasons, we have to survive, there are billions of people and more other species on this planet to survive, and you're going to dry up our oceans and make this living planet dead the desert, let us all die of thirst!"
There was a burst of laughter from the depths of the ice field, which made Yan Dong's feet itch again, "Peer, look, I stopped to talk to you about art when my creative inspiration was surging, but every time, you talk to me about this. This trivial thing really disappoints me, you should be ashamed! You go, I'm going to work."
"His ancestors!" Yan Dong finally lost patience and scolded.
"Is that a dirty word?" The cryogenic artist asked calmly, "Our species has grown and evolved from the same individual, without ancestors. Besides, what do you do to your peers, hee hee, I know, you are jealous of me, you don't have mine Power, you can only do the art of germs."
"But you said just now that our art is just a different tool, and there is no essential difference."
"But I've changed my mind now, I thought I'd met a real artist, but it turned out to be a mediocre poor bastard who talks all day long about trivial things that have nothing to do with art like what's going on in the oceans and ecological extinction, too Trivial is too trivial, I tell you, artists can't do that."
"It's still your ancestor!!"
"Do what you want, I'm going to work, you go."
At this time, Yan Dong felt a burst of overweight, and he fell down on the smooth ice surface. At the same time, a strong wind blew down from above his head, and he knew that the ice cubes continued to rise again. He rolled and crawled into the helicopter, which took off with difficulty, flying away from the ice from the nearest edge, and nearly crashed in a tornado created as the ice rose.
Human communication with cryogenic artists has failed utterly.