Chapter 1951: Ghost Skull Mystery 12

Before the red-robed one could finish speaking with an air of profundity, Zhang Tie couldn't help but lash out, feeling these Fifth Stage folks were just blah-blah, the same old talk over and over—who doesn't know that Special Events are usually just asking for trouble!?

"Zhang bro, let him finish..."

Seeing Zhang Tie's shout almost scare the red-robed one into turning and fleeing, Gao Tian hurriedly grabbed him, gesturing for the Creator Alliance members to finish speaking. Although he also thought these people were talking too much, he could tell they might really have come up with something.

"Hmph!"

His face was extremely grim; the red-robed one forcibly suppressed his anger, constantly telling himself in his heart not to quarrel with a monkey.

Under Zhang Tie's threat, he didn't dare keep secrets either; otherwise, as a proud War Star Individual, being beaten up by a Fourth Stage would be worse than death!

"The value of art and completion—these two words are the core of this statement!"

"The value of art is indeed extremely high! Its significance can also be considered a means for life to complete itself!"

"In higher-level civilizational consensus, the value of artworks is even greater! Even in some top-tier civilizations, the importance of art creators can rival that of top-tier powerhouses!"

"An excellent artist, or an artwork, can be worth an entire planet, even an entire star field!"

While speaking, the red-robed one's eyes were full of pride; for some reason, he felt this clue was almost tailor-made for their civilization! After all, they proclaim themselves Creators, creators of civilization and art!

As the words fell, only the ogre War Star blinked slightly, obviously having thought of something too, while Gao Tian and Zhang Tie both looked somewhat bewildered.

"What are you talking about? What value does art have? Can that stuff be eaten as food? You say I'm good at drawing, I can sing—can I save the world?"

Seeing that Zhang Tie simply couldn't understand what he was saying, the red-robed one gave a cold chuckle and couldn't be bothered to argue:

"All civilizations in the universe, except for extreme individuals, almost all develop art at the very beginning of their emergence—this is actually quite a strange thing!"

"Of course, your civilization's level is too low, so it's normal that you haven't thought about this."

"Simply put, a species, a patch of life, persisting in creating and developing art even when survival is most difficult—like it's etched deep in their genes—is itself wasting resources, courting death!"

"But! Conversely, this also means that the existence of art, for life, is even more important than mere survival, more important than reproduction!"

"Whether early sculptures, rock wall paintings, or meaningless, chaotic dances, or short poems and songs praising the unknown."

"People waste resources over and over, even if it means starving their own kind, just to create these things that are useless for survival—it's practically like being controlled by a virus!"

"Why do this!?"

"Because every artwork is an individual spreading to the group their understanding of the world! Their cognition of the essence of all things!"

"Language is too impoverished! Even if it's psychic sharing, it's merely a signal, incapable of perfectly conveying our thoughts and feelings!"

"Between individuals it's as if there's a wall; no matter how you describe what you see, you cannot let others know exactly what the world looks like through your eyes!"

"But art can! Or rather, works can!"

"Just like a sculptor who, after touching the world with his hands, can tell others through sculpture what the pure tactile world really is!"

"A painter can use pigments to depict the world as he sees it at a moment, how splendid it is! A performer can use sound that needs no understanding to tell everyone his inner sorrow and exaltation!"

"Art is also observing this world from different angles! Individuals are insignificant; when facing the material world, we are like blind men touching an elephant—each person's cognition is narrow, partial!"

"Therefore, only by observing the world from various angles and sharing through each individual's strongest way can the group's cognition of the world approach truth!"

"Your world! My world! A hundred years ago, a thousand years ago, the previous second, the next second—every individual, at every moment, sees the world!"

"And this is the value of art! It is also another means for top-tier powerhouses to analyze the rules of the world!"

Speaking of what his civilization excels at, the red-robed one looked arrogantly at the suddenly stunned Gao Tian. To be honest, this information actually counts as relatively important among Fifth Stage civilizations.

The development of technology and civilization is actually inseparable from artistic and humanistic progress.

Although in this Apocalypse setting, it seems utterly absurd.

"Although the civilization in this scenario destroyed itself and produced the Ghost Skull, the fact that they realized this means the civilization actually still has some potential."

With a light chuckle, the red-robed one simply moved close to that half of the oil painting, intending to seriously "appreciate" it.

He wanted to see if he could infer from an artistic perspective what this civilization had actually encountered, which might help the mission.

He tried to get as close as possible to the dots on the color patches, attempting to see them more clearly in the dim light.

But before he could barely adjust his interpupillary distance, almost pressing his face to the painting,

In an instant, the dots on the color patches suddenly twitched.

!?

It gave the red-robed one no chance to react.

Only to see the dots instantly turn, revealing a face behind them!

That face.

It was his face.

It was a deathly pale face with both eyes gouged out.