Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“How could you... treat your daughter like this? ”

Chu Zhiyun couldn't believe her ears. Her face was like a broken glass mirror. She couldn't resist. Her voice brought a cry. "That's your own flesh and blood! ”

“Turns out you never understood, as I said earlier, 'flesh and bone' is just a remnant of our primitive animal nature, very low-level, very backward, very stupid emotional fluctuations. ”

Zhou Xiuyun said faintly, “The so-called ‘humanity’ is the combination of ‘animalism’ and ‘divinity’. Only by constantly meditating and practicing, constantly overcoming and eliminating our own animalism, can we gradually become closer to divinity, and eventually fully integrate into the glory of the gods and become part of 'God'.

“Now you -- you don't understand, but it doesn't matter, if you're lucky enough to stand the ‘test’ for decades to come, you'll understand that all misery, all falsehood; all the so-called seven-seven desires and free will, are fantasy bubbles, and only ‘God' is the only real being in the universe, the only thing worth defending and pursuing.

“The time has come to prepare for your… future! ”

She smiled, reaching out her arms, seemingly touching the cheeks of the clouds of Truth.

Chu Zhiyun stunned for half a day, watching each other's fingertips touch him, like a viper in the face of a "hissing”.

She suddenly screamed, and she broke free of the purifiers on both sides, and ran into Zhou Xiuyun at all costs.

However, her impact, which only lifted a fine ripple, distorted Zhou Xiuyun's image.

The three heads of the "Magic Boy Project”, Zhou Xiuyun, Xia Yuren and Qiu Yuanjia, were merely in the form of three-dimensional three-dimensional phantoms, appearing in front of them, their true bodies, and not knowing where they hid in the depths of the Floating Castle - like the mysterious and unpredictable superior master of the Dragon.

Chu Zhiyun pushed too hard through Zhou Xiuyun's phantom and fell to the ground.

The arc bursts again, and a bloody plum blossom flashes on the snowy skin.

“Sergeant! ”

Donka's anger was unstoppable and she tried to rush herself to rescue Chu's cloud, but her back handcuffs also made a powerful arc, so that he bowed like shrimp rice, spraying a large clump of foam in her mouth and falling beside Chu's cloud.

The rest of the classmates, as long as their emotions fluctuate beyond the alert line, also taste the taste of arc flogging and shackle stabbing, such as heartbreaking with arrows and painful bone marrow.

These “demonic children”, although the most dangerous set of genes collected by the Alliance in nearly a millennium, are, at the end of the day, teenagers of thirteen or four years of age, without a single chance before specially trained purifiers as cold and hard as steel.

The purifier watched the teenagers twitch coldly until the last arc went deep into their veins, causing a hot white mist to appear around them. When they could not move, they were erected and dragged again through a transparent pipeline to a place that looked like a "prep room”.

When the teenagers woke up, they found that most of their classmates who had been eliminated and mysteriously disappeared over the past few days were imprisoned here.

Some people are still lying on the bloody operating table, and they seem to have just undergone a craniotomy, implanted something in their brain, or removed something.

There is also a circle above the eyebrow bone, nailed into seventeen or eight nails, and hit a circle of iron hoops as a guide to the brain scanning and control instrument, which can easily carry a variety of treasures up.

Some people are implanted in the back of their heads, hard raw, into dozens of thick crystal cables, like weird metal braids, dragging them all the way to the ground, and connecting them to a variety of instruments, some of which are like magic curtains, showing colorful ripples and patterns, which seem to be intuitive feedback from their brain waves.

Many people undergoing rare and strange brain surgery lie quietly in medical compartments waiting for their wounds to heal. Others stare at their eyes, tears erupt like a flash of flood, and new students are measured with the eyes of immense anger, fear and despair. Their throats and limbs are locked to death and no sound is uttered at all. They can only scream in a hurry, undulating chest.

“This...”

The newcomers who just woke up almost fainted again.

“Liao Mao...”

Among the tortured classmates, Chu Zhiyun and Tang Ka unexpectedly discovered an "old acquaintance” who had just accused their deputy class leader Liao Mao in the morning.

Liao Mao was sent here not long ago and should be the last to undergo brain surgery.

His hair was shaved and several clear holes were drilled in his skull, but they were inlaid with toughened glass, allowing the researchers to see the tremors in his brain.

Through the “window” of the toughened glass, you can clearly see that Liao Mao's cerebral cortex is accompanied by some sparkling microwafers, and the wafers are connected by fine hairline crystals, like a mesh that locks his brain completely.

Liao Mao had just completed the surgery, the wound was still bleeding, and the stain from the infiltration hung up, staggering his face into dozens of pieces.

His expression, also like dozens of broken corpses, reattached together.

He wanted to struggle, but could not move at all, because the other party had adopted a special surgical bed that was seamless, like an iron coffin tailored for him, with his hands and feet firmly embedded in steel, and not even a finger could move by a distance of 0.1 mm.

“Ah... ah..."

Liao Mao's vitality is perhaps the most resilient of all "demonic children”.

Even if the whole person was buried in an "iron coffin," only one lonely head was exposed, even if his throat was filled with liquid metal to block him, he still stared into the eyes of a bronze bell, screamed a ripped heart lung, and shocked the operating bed with "noise”.

Seeing Chu Zhiyun and Tang Ka, Liao Mao's divine color grew more and more obscene, completely changed from human to beast, not knowing whether he was ashamed of the accusations made against Chu Zhiyun and Tang Ka in the morning, or regretted that he should not accuse others at that time, but should sneak away, or he had long understood that whether accusations or escapes or secluded himself from doing anything, waiting for him was a dead end, the situation before him was his only fate, in short, every muscle, blood vessel and nerve on his face became prominent, turning his face into a ghost mask, his spirit as if to break free of this tormented body shell and indestructible shackles, to use all his life as fuel to explode his wildest, the most violent, the most raging, the most disgusting will.

“Ahhhhhhhh! ”

With the roar of a wave higher than a wave, Liao Maoqi's blood bled, blood was evaporated into blood mist, forming a figure with tooth dancing claws outside the iron coffin. This savage, rude, jealous teenager, even with confused emotions about Chu's cloud, should erupt completely!

But just then, a slight “buzz” came from his brain.

You can see through the "window” on the skull that the microchips that have just been implanted in his cerebral cortex emit a faint glow, one after the other, condensing into a shadowy, invisible and sharp sharp edge of the handle, penetrating into his brain, temporarily blocking the intricate connection between the nerves of the brain.

Liao's roar stopped.

The anger gradually dissipated, the fresh expression was replaced by confusion and dullness, the glow of the juvenile's eyes dimmed, and the tight muscles and nerves gradually stretched, but the corners of the mouth had to be spontaneously pulled together, revealing a harmless silly smile of human animals, a bleeding saliva flowed down, and a drip of answered on the chest.

He calmed down completely and lost his ability to be angry - perhaps forever.

“Liao Mao...”

Somehow, Chu Zhiyun really wanted to cry.

She never liked Liao Mao, a brutal teenager who was always overworked, like a burning beast.

But she doesn't like Liao Mao any more, a walking corpse who has undergone “treatment”, whose will has been castrated and whose life has been suppressed!

However, she and Liao Mao share the same illness and the way Liao Mao is now, is the end of her impending illness.

The tears of the cloud of Chu finally came out of the orbit.

“Cry! ”

She thought to herself, "This may be the first time and the last time I've had the ability to cry freely! ”

Perhaps as much as she thought, most of the people around her cried softly.

Only Donka stood behind her all the time, silent and without making a slight cry.

No, he still made a sound, not a cry, but a kind of... like nerve “sneaking" mad growth, cell “snapping” constantly exploding, the mitochondria like a bear burning, the genetic chain like a flood of dykes all raging.

“Unforgivable! ”

Chu Zhiyun heard Dongka speak softly with an extremely strange voice, "Absolutely, unforgivable! ”

Chu Zhiyun has not yet reacted. Two purifiers dressed in heavy armor, like towers, have come towards her.

Zhou Xiuyun's phantom appeared over this "meat slaughterhouse” once again, surrounded by the holy light and the horrible scenes surrounding her like Nine Yellow Springs, forming a distinct contrast, but she was accustomed to looking at the cloud of Chu, with a smile: “You are the most perfect one in this batch of 'demonic children', you should start by solving all the mysteries about ‘heresy'! ”

Two purifiers, one left and one right, clamp the clouds of Chu.

Behind them, an automated surgical bed with all sorts of scalpels, bone saws, and psychic prosthetics, also rises from the ground and blooms like cannibals.

A purifier reaches out and forks five fingers and grabs the head of the cloud of Chu.

Chu Zhiyun's brain was blank, and his surrounding muscles were still in arc-wounding paralysis. He could not move at all. He could only look at the palm of the demon and cover his face.

But just when she and all her classmates were in total despair, this big steel hand was weirdly -- stopped!