Lin Shen and Wei Wufu suddenly felt as if their souls couldn’t brake and were rushing out of their bodies.
It wasn’t just a feeling; they really did rush out and were sucked into a mass of darkness.
The darkness seemed like a soul-devouring mist, nibbling away at Lin Shen’s will, causing a pain in his mind akin to being stabbed by needles.
Suddenly, a white light rose from the darkness, illuminating the dark space.
That white light turned out to be a spirit body formed entirely of white light, resembling a phoenix.
Its wings danced, and wherever they passed, the darkness burned away like a curtain, making the space brighter and brighter.
Once the dark space was illuminated, Lin Shen was shocked to find himself inside a massive structure.
There were all kinds of sci-fi instruments around, as well as various transparent containers holding all manner of strange creatures, preserved in formalin like specimens.
Lin Shen only glanced briefly but noticed several familiar beings among the creatures.
There were members of the Celestial Race with angelic appearances, the demonic Di Man Tribe, the Taiger Clan, and other bizarre species that Lin Shen had never seen before.
Wei Wufu, glowing brightly as if a spirit body, was also nearby. To their surprise, inside the building was something resembling an operating table, with all kinds of instruments. Changhen Dongli, who appeared like a spirit body just like them, was actually bound to the table, with various tubes and metal rings inserted into him, and his head was trapped by a hemispherical crystal.
As the white spirit bird flew past, everything inside the building caught fire, and soon the entire building was ablaze.
Changhen Dongli, who was bound to the table, was also ignited by the white flames, letting out agonized screams as he desperately struggled, but no matter what, he couldn’t escape from the table.
Lin Shen felt a moment of dizziness in his brain and, upon opening his eyes, found that his vision had returned to normal.
Changhen Dongli, opposite him, screamed in pain, desperately clawing at his own eyes. His black compound eyes were now burning with white flames.
Fei Zai (Fatty) flapped his little wings, carrying his round body into the air, and settled back on Lin Shen’s shoulder.
Lin Shen hit Changhen Dongli with a Finger Sand, once again striking his pressure points, causing his body to stiffen.
At that moment, Changhen Dongli was digging into his own eyes with his fingertips already penetrated halfway, remaining in this position unable to move.
The white flame in his eyes burned fiercer and fiercer as if it was incinerating his brain and causing it to give off white light.
As Changhen Dongli’s fingers twitched slightly again, Lin Shen delivered another Finger Sand, continuously controlling his body, preventing him from moving.
The white flame continued to burn, gradually spreading out from his eyes, igniting Changhen Dongli’s entire body.
Soon, Changhen Dongli’s whole body was engulfed in white flames, and his body no longer showed any response, burning continuously like a piece of wood.
It wasn’t until he had burned to a crisp that the white flames finally extinguished completely.
Changhen Dongli’s body, now like charcoal, stood rigid. A gust of wind blew over, and it immediately turned into black ash scattering across the ground, while a pigeon egg-sized black crystal rolled out.
“Reincarnation Ashes!” Lin Shen immediately recognized what it was and picked it up.
Wei Wufu took a long breath, and it was clear, even for him, this experience was hard to remain calm about.
If we can’t kill Changhen Dongli, it won’t just be the Wei Family that’s doomed, but all of humanity on our home planet.
“Fatty, I’ll give you an extra meal later,” Lin Shen stroked Fatty’s feathers, feeling some lingering fear in his heart. Changhen Dongli was truly terrifying, and without Fatty as their trump card, they likely would not have been a match for him even all together.
This also made Lin Shen remember the name God-making Race. When he was controlled by Changhen Dongli’s compound eye skill and saw that eerie scene, Lin Shen started to doubt that Changhen Dongli was really a member of the God-making Race; it was very possible he was just an experimental subject of theirs.
However, Changhen Dongli was now dead, and as for his true identity, they might be able to find answers inside that spaceship.
But entering the interior of the spaceship was clearly an extremely dangerous task; no one knew if there were other creatures like Changhen Dongli inside.
It was also unknown what schemes the God-making Race had concocted inside that spaceship.
Both of them hurried back and found Wei Changqing and the others. When they learned of Changhen Dongli’s death, they first found it hard to believe, then felt a deep sense of relief.
Lin Shen handed out some medicines to them, allowing them to recover some of their strength.
Fatty flapped his wings and flew toward the log that had been turned to charcoal by the combined strike of Wei Changqing and the others, landed on it, and began pecking at something.
Upon closer inspection, Lin Shen saw that the small branch on the log still maintained its crystalline blue color and had not turned into black char.
The few leaves at the top of the branch were also clear and translucent, like flawless blue crystals.
Fatty pecked at the leaves one by one and in no time had pecked them all clean. After losing its leaves, the small branch gradually withered and soon lost its luster.
Fatty jumped onto Lin Shen’s shoulder, tucked his head in, closed his eyes, and became as still as a plush ball.
“Changhen Dongli mentioned that this underground space is a place of Base Mutation, but it’s a pity that I couldn’t get a clear answer about what kind of Base Mutation site it is, we can only explore it slowly in the future,” Lin Shen thought to himself.
After resting, the group left the underground space.
Lin Shen planned to ask Wei Changqing and the others to join him in exploring the underground space after they had fully recovered.
It would be best if they could enter the interior of the spaceship that was broken in two to see what was inside.
The more Lin Shen thought about it, the more he felt that Changhen Dongli wasn’t quite right, and it was very likely that he was just an experimental subject or simply a regular member responsible for transporting the God-making Egg.
After returning to Tiancheng, Lin Shen used Xiaoqi to search for information about the God-making Race, but the material he found was very sparse.
The closer to modern times, the less information there was about the God-making Race.
Most of the material related to the God-making Race dated from before the era of the Ancient Dynasty.
After The Ancient Realm King, information on the God-making Race became exceptionally scarce, and it was only in the archives of the Celestial Race’s Imperial Family that Lin Shen managed to find even a little bit of information; ordinary people probably couldn’t access any content related to the God-making Race at all.
To Lin Shen’s surprise, information about Changhen Dongli also dated back to the era of The Ancient Realm King.
Changhen Dongli was not a person from the current era at all, and the destruction of Dongli Star was also an event from the time of The Ancient Realm King.
“What’s going on here? Could it be that the spaceship transporting the God-making Egg crashed here during the era of The Ancient Realm King?” Lin Shen was full of doubts.
This was obviously impossible; more than two hundred years ago, many people from the Wei Family witnessed the spaceship crash, plunging into the underground space.