The meeting room was terrifyingly quiet.
Everything had ended, and the screen now displayed nothing but static.
For a while, no one spoke. Or perhaps, no one dared to speak.
This was no small gift, it was a tremendous deterrence originating from a powerful civilization!
This deterrence was not simply about the capacity for war, nor was it about being more powerful and capable of killing; it was a form of intimidation.
It was like an eye, hazily watching over humanity from the vastness of space...
This eye from the future was deeply etched into everyone's hearts.
Sighs and lamentations, all sorts of emotions, eventually turned into a touch of helplessness.
Regarding predictive mathematics, although Zhang Yuan had experienced it before, at this moment, he still took a deep breath. Every time he encountered content from this area, it always felt magical and beautiful.
A mysterious enigma, a puzzle that Civilizations Level 6 and even higher pursued.
