Underground of Tongming Palace.

Haoyang's current location is an extremely large laboratory.

It is said to be a room, but there are many half-block partitions in this laboratory, which divide it into many relatively clear and independent areas.

At this time, Haoyang was in one of the areas of the laboratory that was separated from the partition.

This area is about three or four hundred square meters, which is not small.

It's just that because there are three rows of curved consoles crisscrossed here, and there is a huge vertical life-sustaining training cabin in the center of the area, the actual space left for people to walk around is only a gap of one or two meters left in it.

When Haoyang came to the area where the partition in the laboratory was located, he immediately rushed to the console closest to the vertical life-sustaining culture cabin and looked at the real-time changing data displayed on the console.

These data were also written by the dragon script, but it was more ancient and mysterious than the dragon script that Ling Qianhan knew, it was a primitive dragon script that had only been used in the early days of the Heavenly Court, and its shape looked more like a bunch of strange cracks stacked on the screen.

And looking at the information expounded by the data recorded in these cracks, Haoyang let out a long breath, and the heart that had been hanging when he was accompanying Zhao Mengqi was put down.

Finding a chair and sitting down improperly, half-leaning on the back of the chair, looking at the people in the vertical life-sustaining training cabin in front of him, Haoyang recalled a legend he had heard when he was a child.

It was a legend told to him by one of the first gods of the Huaxu clan, telling stories about the first gods.

The first gods were a group of homeless people who had gone astray in some of the crucial choices of their race.

And what made them realize this was the "perfect creature" they had created.

No one knows what the official name of this perfect creature is, but in the mouths of the first gods of the "homeless", it was called "Other".

He was called the ultimate in biotechnology by the first gods, a creature with the most perfect life sequence in the universe, and it was once considered by the first gods to be the hope of civilization to enter the three infinite realms of matter, space, and even spirit at the same time.

Of course, in terms of results, there is no doubt that he has lived up to the expectations of the first gods.

However, it has to be said that purely from the perspective of living beings and even life sequences, this kind of creature is indeed perfect.

Because it is created by the perfect fusion of the life sequences of all known organisms.

It is a creature that has been blessed by the emperor and blessed by the emperor of the earth.

He was born with the ability to draw the right amount of energy from the outside world to complete the stable transformation of any life sequence, and the appearance of the god armor stemmed from the study of this characteristic of the other.

Before that, the civilization where the first gods were located was at most a change and adjustment of the life sequence to strengthen itself.

This kind of rapid technological innovation and discovery was something that the first gods never thought of, and it was the reason why the first gods had high hopes for it and thought that it could enter multiple infinite fields through subsequent research on it.

And because the newborn one is fragile, the first gods have covered it with a layer of skin.

This layer of skin gave him freedom, and he became known as "Pi" from then on, and it also became the beginning of the homelessness of the first gods, and taught them why biotechnology did not belong to the infinite realm.

With the skin, he learned to communicate, disguise, lie and be jealous.

Able to transform into any form or even a living being, it has become the most popular and beloved person of the entire civilization in a very short period of time, through a perfect appearance and the ability to satisfy almost any imaginable appearance.

And the tragedy is that he is very smart, so smart that he knows that everything he does comes from this outer skin, and because he has fused too many life sequences, he has long become an independent and ugly life individual composed of different cells.

Speaking of which, it is not that its creators want it to be ugly, but that any kind of creature will inevitably lose its original form after fully accepting countless life sequences.

But this does not delay him from thinking that his own essence is ugly and unbearable, especially when he has that perfect "self" to contrast.

Therefore, as an independent being, he has the idea of perfecting himself, and he also has dependence and jealousy on his own skin.

Through his ability to transform life forms and life sequences at will, he began an autonomous, unknown and deeper study of the existing biotechnology of the first gods.

At the beginning of the research, it was the explosion of the technology of the entire first generation of god civilizations, and since it was the best reference in itself, it was easy to open up the technology trees that were related to it and could be touched.

However, since he was not a scientist and his ultimate research goal was to "peel off the skin", he soon began to be dissatisfied with his research with various experimental materials.

Finally, one day, it focused on the source of the aesthetic aesthetics that the "skin" transformed, that is, the first gods.

The first gods became his experiments, the beginning of a nightmare for the entire civilization and the beginning of his personal despair.

Since the entire civilization has not yet set foot in the research of the infinite realm, the first gods did not know that the end of biotechnology was already itself.

In the same way, he did not know.

Therefore, he firmly believes in what its creators say, that it can understand matter and space through research, and that it can allow "him" to give birth to his own "skin", instead of being clothed in a sad skin like now.

But what awaits him is doomed to despair.

For what makes a living being a living thing is that it is the end result of the balance of several infinite realms.

The result is final, and only a thorough understanding of matter or space can achieve precise change.

However, as an infinite realm, how can it be infinite if it can be fully perceived?

Therefore, after countless years, he has not completed the "peeling" he dreamed of, nor did he recognize himself as a first-generation god.

And in these countless years, the society of the first gods fell into panic, chaos, disaster, and distortion due to his research......

But because he can become anyone, no one can find or stop him.

Until the end of his lifespan, where his physical fitness has reached full point in the long years, the home planet or even the galaxy where the first gods are located is no longer suitable for the first gods to live in.

To be precise, the people who live here are no longer the same people they have in mind.

For it has become a Jedi of chaos, disease, and death, and it is only the failed creations of the other that have survived for so long.

And the first gods were not born on these regional planets.

They live in the space station.

Thus surviving and therefore homeless.

This is the end of the story.

It's not the story about the first gods, it's Haoyang's thoughts.

Because the console in front of him was sounding a chime of mission completion.

Haoyang looked up, and there was a layer of skin made of unknown materials floating in the vertical life-sustaining culture cabin.

Looking at this layer of skin, Haoyang clicked the button on the console that represented the next step.

I saw that the layer of skin floated towards a humanoid figure suspended in the nutrient solution in the middle of the vertical life-sustaining culture cabin.

The figure, a near-humanoid but erosive flesh-like thing.

She remained motionless in the nutrition pod, apparently in a coma.

It didn't take long for the skin to touch her body and wrap it around her body naturally.

With the restraint and coverage of the skin, the facial features of this comatose humanoid gradually became three-dimensional.

Looking at the body that gradually had a complete form in the cultivation cabin, Haoyang couldn't help but mutter:

"If it were human, wouldn't it be more perfect?"

Just when Haoyang's words fell, the faces of the people in the cultivation cabin were also completely revealed.

She is Tu Luan.

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