Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Chapter 3064: The Truth About the Battle of Ruins

In the images that make up the Emperor's testament, that naive, rotten girl was replaced by some divine indifference, such as an adult researcher on the verge of great enemies, whether Pankos, Ladies or other intelligent races, with a thick ice shell on her face, like hiding all her emotions behind a thick ice sheet.

Li Yao realized something very strange at this time.

According to him, all the flood races that built laboratories in the ruins of Tai Ancient were sealed with at least 70 per cent of their emotions.

Perhaps they can live with the mysterious mysteries and fears of flood ruins.

If they had normal emotions, realizing that hundreds of powerful races in hundreds of millions of years would never have been inferior to Pangu civilization, they would have fallen, completely extinguished, and even they would have been very likely to step forward, I'm afraid they would have gone mad, and no research would have progressed.

Only the young girl, perhaps because she was younger, could reveal some normal emotions, which is probably why she was particularly close to the emperor.

Immediately afterwards, the scene flashed, with the researchers conducting a variety of highly irritating and destructive experiments on the golden meatballs.

Researchers use a strong arc to stimulate the defense of the golden sphere, test the self-healing capacity of the golden meatballs with highly toxic and corrosive liquids, and even deliberately withhold any nutrients from the golden meatballs for a long time to test their ultimate bearability.

It's like they don't want the emperor in the golden meatballs to be born.

Such vigilant, hostile and even malicious treatment naturally provoked the emperor's resistance.

In the next set of images, a tall Pankot fell on the ground outside the crystal tower, his entire head completely exploded, and blood and coolant splashed all over the ground.

Surrounded by astonishing researchers - even if they seal the vast majority of emotions - they can't stop their uncontrollable fear of the golden sphere.

“I killed a researcher. ”

Gravekeeper's voice was both blunt and cold, one word at a time, "This guy, a geneticist and pharmacist, was best at cracking the debris deep in the gene chain with all kinds of natural extraction and artificial synthesis, and he injected hundreds of venoms into my embryo to test my self-healing and immune system, and he even wanted to insert a seal in my gene chain, a gene fragment full of his orders, and when I was really pregnant, if necessary, as long as he thought about it, my body would automatically secrete hormones all kinds of hormones, synthesize a deadly poison, and poison itself.

“This is one of the seals that flooded civilization came up with to curb me and all of humanity.

“This is not the most effective seal, but it is indeed the most painful one. I was almost poisoned many times by his antidote, and yet I was rescued by his antidote. In a sense, 'at the moment of retention', my sea of knowledge was filled with the illusion of light and land departure, as if the past days of hundreds of millions of years had flashed with light and flowers, and he had stolen it without a trace.

“In the vast majority of cases, I do not hate what the researchers have done. After all, the vast majority of the experiments have caused me little pain, and I have been able to read a great deal of genetic mystery and get to know myself better through them.

“But the researcher's means were too painful, and I didn't mean to hate him, I just wanted to get out of this lifelike state of death, and to be separated from my only friend. For the first time, my heart was filled with loss and anxiety, and I just wanted to vent without any hesitation.

“So when he came at me again with a syringe filled with venom, I gathered all my strength and carried out a little ‘push’ in his brain.

“It's hard to explain what's going on with the so-called 'push', which is like an upgraded version of hypnosis, where my thoughts are swept away so that I can scan his brain and even specify how a piece of brain tissue can affect one of his decisions, and then I just squeeze it gently in my mind and I can influence his decisions.

“I hope, no, to order him to inject the venom into himself.

“In peace of mind, I didn't kill him because I knew that every time he prepared a venom, he would prepare the antidote at the same time - after all, they just wanted to stimulate my genetic memory with the venom and test my self-healing and immune system, not really to kill me. In the past, despite all the side effects, the antidote process was quite painful, but it worked wonders when it came back to life.

“So, I'm sure he can save himself with an antidote, even if he injects himself with a venom, at most, a little bitter.

“Unfortunately, my ‘push’ stunned the Pangu researcher, who subconsciously stirred every brain cell to the limit and condensed all the brain waves and mental forces against me.

“To me, this level of spiritual confrontation is nothing more than a game of wind and rain. I did not care to strengthen the power of 'push'. How could this guy stare at his eyes? Every inch of skin around him is holding red. His expression is like a cracked ice shell. He was frightened to the extreme point. The wrinkles in the back of his head were sprayed with heat flow. Finally, before other researchers had reacted, his whole head completely exploded.

“I made a big mistake.

“Alternatively, I have shown too much power and terrible potential to suppress Pangu civilization in a conventional way, and they decided to suspend the research project, plunging me into hyperprolonged hibernation for thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of years… or forever, until their research in other fields has progressed, and they are confident that they will have absolute control over me, then thaw me, and conduct new research.

“I have no room for resistance to this ending.

“At the time, I, after all, was just a small embryo, even though there were so many mysteries deep inside the genes, but in the absence of nutrition, energy and flesh, nothing could be done - hypnotizing an unprotected researcher was one thing, while hypnotizing hundreds of psychiatric warfare experts with amplified magic treasures such as enemies, high alert, and various' brainwave amplifiers’ was another thing that was completely different, and the difficulty of the latter increased a hundredfold.

“I knew there was nothing I could do about them injecting hibernate and all sorts of strange nutrients around me, turning the crystal tower that carried me into a crystal clear giant amber.

“A vibrant and frightening sea of awareness gradually calmed and solidified.

“I can sense the range and path around me, and I'm slowly shrinking and dissipating.

“Earlier, I could sense at least dozens of visible light, invisible light and high-frequency magnetic fluctuations within hundreds of meters of the square, and I could hear the heartbeat of countless researchers, the blood flow rate, and the" nourishment "of the electroencephalographic waves, but those brilliant lights and noisy sounds were all stripped away, sleeping like a thick black tide and irrepressibly tumbling up, wrapping a layer of black skin film on the outside of the golden meatballs.

“I should have gone to sleep like this, perhaps, and never woke up again.

“But at this point, there was a loud, deafening explosion outside the lab, and I could feel the killing of even the hibernation.

“Now that I've been injected with a lot of hibernating pills and completed 95% of the hibernating procedures, all the researchers ignored me and ran away.

“I don't know how long it took for my friend to rush in and jump in front of the crystal tower that sealed me.

“Her body was stained with bloodstains, smeared with intense nitrous smoke, panicked and behaved like the Six Gods were powerless.

“She told me that they - all Pankos, females and ethnic researchers living in the ruins of Tai Ancient - had been betrayed by outsiders.

“Just as they feared the ‘real humans' of too ancient times, the Pangu civilized people outside feared them, feared studying the mysteries of too ancient day after day, so they mastered superb technology and the ancient Fabo, and the people outside asked them to hand over all their research materials and discovered war machines, even to teach the people outside how to use war machines such as' star train riding ’.

“However, these are merely excuses.

“My friend told me that outside the ruins of Tai Ancient, her people had long fought a protracted civil war that almost destroyed the entire Pan Ancient civilization, as well as all the good emotional and moral laws deep in the hearts and minds of the Pan Ancient, the Lady, the Zhu Rong, the Communist, the Praise Fathers, the Posthumous… all the famine carbon-based intelligent races.

“Even if both sides of the civil war hit the end of the road like two dead snakes biting each other by seven inches, they would rather die together than let go at the same time.

“Both sides of the barricaded, dog-jumping wall have focused their sights on the ruins of Tai Ancient, trying to pull together expert scholars and researchers from the ruins of Tai Ancient, to become their own 'secret weapons', while at the same time fearing that these more simple and deceitful non-combatants than military and politicians will be pulled over by the other side's camp - if that's the case, they would rather do it first, bring together all expert scholars and research results, and destroy them as much as possible!

“Sounds pretty unbelievable, but war is the most unreasonable thing. The red-eyed parties have no qualms. They all claim to be the true masters and orthodox inheritors of Pangu civilization, and they also have the power to order the Chinese in the ruins of Taigu. If the expert scholars and researchers in the ruins of Taigu do not obey their orders, they are the traitors of the entire civilization, and of course they can impose merciless sanctions! ”

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