Chapter 464: The Die Is Cast
An Na discovered that the cleaver in her hand was completely useless against the exquisitely beautiful corpse, and she fell into a stalemate.
Even when she used every ounce of her strength, hacking desperately at the most vulnerable wounded areas, she made no progress whatsoever.
The toughness of this body had far exceeded her imagination.
Handguns, cleavers, fine needles... she tried every weapon she had, one after another, but Ling Tian's corpse remained despairingly tough.
Bullets wouldn't penetrate, the cleaver couldn't even leave a mark on the corpse, and the fine needles couldn't pierce that smooth skin that looked like jade.
Having fled in a hurry, she didn't have industrial equipment like chainsaws or hydraulic shears at hand to deal with this impossibly hard corpse.
The headless sculpture seemed to be silently mocking the desecrator's weakness and futility.
"I refuse to believe it'll still be this hard after boiling it for three or four days!"
After her room-temperature attacks proved ineffective, An Na threw caution to the wind.
As for her initial guilt about cannibalism, it had long since vanished in her repeated failures, because in her eyes, this was no human at all!
The strength of the corpse before her was simply something a human, as she understood them, should not possess. The one who had been with her all this time was, in fact, merely a monster wearing human skin!
After a series of attempts, gasping for breath, she could only slump to the side, quietly recovering her strength. She planned to boil a large pot of water later to see if she could make clear-broth meat or perhaps slow-stewed meat.
Through this experience, An Na clearly realized for the first time that ordinary people and superhumans standing at the apex of humanity were already two completely different biological entities; they merely chose to maintain a human appearance.
Once they dropped their disguise and revealed their true forms without reservation, the truth would likely plunge many into despair.
"Is 'Origin Power' really, as he said, a tool used by aliens to create their own kind? Have we humans already been invaded?" An Na recalled a rather peculiar book she had once read.
At the time, she had dismissed such claims as nonsense, believing them to be the ramblings of some conspiracy theorist. But now, inexplicably, she felt there might truly be a sliver of possibility in what they said.
Ever since Ling Tian inexplicably exploded in front of her, An Na's mental state had been unstable, with strange thoughts surfacing from time to time.
In the more than ten years since the emergence of Spirit Qi, many people had speculated about its origin, offering various theories.
There were even nationally supported reconnaissance teams that tried to infiltrate the volcanoes where the Spirit Tide had first erupted to investigate, but batch after batch of reconnaissance machines were sent, and many brave explorers went in, yet ultimately, nothing was discovered.
So, a portion of them hypothesized that the truth might be hidden deeper, perhaps within the Earth's core.
If they could just reach the Earth's core, the questions would be answered.
However, even for Six-stage superhumans, the Earth's mantle, over two thousand kilometers thick and composed of magma and various other substances beneath the Earth's crust, remained an insurmountable chasm.
Relying solely on their own strength, penetrating even a hundred kilometers was already their limit.
At the same time, the thousands of degrees Celsius in the mantle layer could easily destroy the Primordial Spirits of Chemosynthesis stage cultivators, thus blocking the path of their Primordial Spirits wandering out of their bodies.
Therefore, before the emergence of Seven-stage power, all analyses of the actual conditions below the Earth's crust were still based on the study of seismic waves and other mechanical waves.
Bai Mo had made calculations two years ago: if he were to simply use brute force to tear through the upper mantle, his power could barely penetrate to the lower mantle layer, over a thousand kilometers beneath the Earth's crust, but this was still not enough.
The thickness of the lower mantle layer was equally astonishing. If he intended to personally venture into the Earth's core, he would need the power to tear the Earth apart with his bare hands.
Moreover, even with such power, capable of tearing open the several layers surrounding the Earth's core just to find a truth that might only possibly exist, the cost would be too great.
Because without a very proper handling method, even if only a small opening were torn, the lithosphere of the Earth's crust and the ecosystem attached to it would suffer irreparable damage, the consequences of which would likely be no less severe than another nuclear carpet bombing.
Furthermore, a "wound" deep into the Earth's core would be enough to severely affect the Earth's rotation and even have a certain impact on its orbital revolution.
Once rotation and revolution were out of balance, global day-night cycles and climates would undergo unpredictable changes, yet Bai Mo's power to control the climate could, at most, only cover the Land of White, which occupied less than ten percent of the Earth's surface area.
He already regarded the entire Earth as a part of himself, so naturally, he would not engage in destructive development, at least not within the next hundred years.
Therefore, he turned his gaze to the Moon, formulating a plan that would be a turning point in human history.
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"The die is cast."
After An Na made her choice, Seres's fate was sealed.
Unconscious, it never imagined that its destiny would ultimately be decided by a young girl who was barely stronger than an ordinary person.
Seeing the gambler complete her bet, Bai Mo had no mind to pay attention to subsequent developments. With a casual flick of his finger, he shattered that wisp of Seres's will, sprinkling it evenly over Ling Tian's corpse like cumin powder.
Then, using his psionic abilities as a blade, he dismembered the headless corpse in mere seconds, breaking it down into hundreds of parts.
Ling Tian, having upgraded by relying on the Zerg system, had internal structures that were no different from those of high-ranking Zerg creatures. The organs, when disassembled and viewed individually, were completely unrecognizable as having come from a human.
However, he had no intention of taking them, because compared to this body, which had been piled up with various resources, Seres's remains in the Undersea Palace City were undoubtedly far more useful.
Perhaps for certain reasons, the Zerg Master only took Seres's True Spirit, leaving its residual shell in place, effectively handing it over to Bai Mo.
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An Na, who had been resting in a corner, was utterly stunned by the sudden turn of events.
She couldn't perceive the psionic abilities, so all she knew was that a corpse, which had been quite intact just seconds before, was split into hundreds of pieces in the blink of an eye.
The glowing blue blood seeping from within Ling Tian's body, as if commanded by someone, flowed against gravity into bottles placed at a higher position.
"Why did it turn blue?!" An Na was shocked again. She clearly remembered that when Ling Tian was decapitated, the blood splashed on her was red.
The number of times she had been shocked today exceeded the total sum of all the times in her entire life prior to this day, spanning more than ten or twenty years.
PS: Happy New Year... And now for a friendly book recommendation: "Into—The Game World." It's my first time seeing a novel title with a dash, LOL.
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