Yin Shen didn’t care who became the next King of Wisdom. He only paid attention to the Trilobite Men because of Redlichia himself, simply because Redlichia was their king.
On the altar, he seemed to have truly turned into a stone statue, lost in thought.
A pause in consciousness, a dazed nap.
Outside the temple, the sun rose and set several times. Time and years no longer held any power over him, like a gentle breeze slipping through his fingers.
Once, he had thought a hundred years was an extremely long time, but now he felt it was merely the blink of an eye.
He had lost his sensitivity to time and finally truly realized that he was no longer a short-lived creature with a lifespan of less than a century.
He was a being who could trace the flow of time and transcend the river of years.
“So I haven’t been human for a long time.”
He looked at the Fusion Monster Shelly sitting beside him. Even after so long, Shelly remained exactly the same as before.
Yin Shen could sense that she wouldn’t age, or rather, the length of time needed for her to experience the feeling of aging was beyond imagination.
He placed his hand on Shelly’s face, lifting her chin.
Yin Shen gazed into her green eyes.
Shelly wouldn’t respond to him. He could only ask and answer himself.
“Is it because your power is life?”
“Or is it because the location of your mythical blood is different, or perhaps it stems from another reason?”
Since mythical blood could give him an additional anchor point, it could create even more anchor points.
If a few mythical cells could grant someone extraordinary power, and a few drops of mythical blood could turn someone into a mythical being.
If there was enough of this mythical substance, could he create a body capable of containing himself, allowing him to descend into this world once more?
With a direction in mind, Yin Shen conducted further experiments inside the temple using the power of the Fusion Monster’s spiral shell.
This time, instead of creating ordinary life, he manufactured mythical beings with extraordinary power.
The mythical spiral shell was filled with warm seawater, like a giant womb nurturing life after life. Yin Shen removed the grotesque creatures he had previously created, allowing new life to begin gestating within.
Failure was the norm; success was one in a million.
But as he created new life, he also discovered some secrets of mythical blood.
The power and abilities of Redlichia and Shelly’s mythical blood were vastly different, but there were also some similarities.
Mythical blood couldn’t be destroyed. It was a nearly eternal substance, like Yin Shen himself.
Apart from being inherited by the next generation, even after death, it would remain in the corpse. As the corpse decayed and decomposed, it would scatter into the earth, sea, and air.
The power and abilities of Redlichia and Shelly could be inherited through bloodline, and mythical blood would divide and expand with the successful birth of life. However, this division only occurred in small amounts at the beginning of life. Once life was born, it would stop and stabilize.
But so far, he hadn’t successfully created a life that inherited mythical power. The difficulty of naturally giving birth to such a being was presumably even higher.
Yin Shen completed his experiment.
Through the transparent, glowing spiral shell, several hard, brown, stone-like spheres could be seen floating in the water.
Shelly stood beside him, bending down to stare into the spiral shell.
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She seemed to be able to see that the power of these brown embryos originated from her. With a single thought, she could control them.
She was their ancestor.
The Fusion Monster Queen.
Yin Shen stood in front, carefully observing these mythical lives about to be born.
He shook his head again: “Only half successful.”
He had created new Fusion Monsters, but he couldn’t make the new Fusion Monsters inherit the full power of Shelly, the source of their power. They only obtained a small, weak portion of Shelly’s ability called fusion, but not the power to create life.
The new Fusion Monsters could fuse and steal the organs and talents of other lives, possessing nearly indestructible power. It was very difficult to kill them.
But they didn’t seem to have what could be called immortality.
Because every few hundred years, they would undergo a cycle of reincarnation.
Erasing all ordinary cells, leaving only mythical cells, they would molt and revert to an embryonic state, then grow once more.
First, they died, then were reborn.
But after growing again, they were completely different Fusion Monsters, with almost no connection to their previous selves.
Only the Fusion Monster Queen beside him possessed truly immortal power and authority, just like Redlichia’s power as the King of Wisdom. Within this mythical bloodline and authority, such power could only exist uniquely.
Yin Shen raised his hand, and these embryos left the spiral shell, flying out of the temple.
Objects rubbing against the air produced a piercing sound.
The stones tore through the wind and plunged into the sea.
Hatching, birth, growth.
Everything happened in an instant.
One by one, horrifying giant beasts resembling worms emerged from the ocean, roaring at the sun in the sky.
After the Trilobite Men had their own race, the Fusion Monsters also became a race.
A white female Trilobite Man flipped in the water like a fish, turning her head to look at the shore: “Yesael! Jump in quickly!”
Yesael stood on a huge rock, cheering as he leaped into the swamp.
His sister led him deep underwater, chasing after a school of fish.
When they surfaced, they had each caught an Ancestral Fish.
Yesael was thrilled to have caught such a large fish, but he was even happier that his sister had taken him fishing.
His sister told him: “There are even bigger ones in the sea. Father once caught something in the ocean larger than this rock, with pincers longer than you.”
“According to God,” she continued, “it’s called a mantis shrimp.”
Yesael’s eyes gleamed with yearning. He longed for the unexplored and unreached depths of the vast ocean.
The sea was so mysterious and dangerous, yet incredibly alluring.
He wanted to see the distance, to conquer the deep sea that all Trilobite Men feared.
At the endless horizon of the sea, was there land a thousand or ten thousand times larger than the God-Given Land?
The midday sun was dazzlingly bright.
From the corner of his eye, several blurry black shadows flashed beneath the sun, plunging into the sea.
It immediately caught the attention of many Trilobite Men on the shore, including Yesael and his sister.
“Boom!” A giant object burst through the surface of the sea, causing the water to explode.
The terrifying monster roared on the surface of the sea, its horrifying appearance and immense power etched into Yesael’s eyes.
While other Trilobite Men were anxiously crying out and fleeing from the shore, Yesael stared unblinkingly at the monster.
A thought crossed his mind: if he possessed such tremendous power, he could surely conquer the sea.
He could go to the end of the ocean and search for the legendary continent!