Although Cassia wasn't looking with his eyes, he still pressed his whole face to the cultivation chamber, and the changes in the mouse's body were showing in his mind without revealing it.

Countless DNA is collapsing in a complete and orderly manner, and then countless bases are beginning to recombine into new DNA sequences, and these new sequences are exactly the same as before the collapse, and Cassia can't help but wonder, if it is exactly the same, why is such a change happening?

With such a question, Cassia calmed down, held on to his tired mind, and continued to carefully observe the changes in the guinea pig.

Time passed little by little, and seeing that the DNA of the mouse had collapsed almost halfway through the combination, Cassia still had nothing to discover, sighed, and his eyelids slowly fell.

"That's not right!"

Cassia struggled to open his eyes, and was stunned in disbelief: he was about to fall asleep just now? No way, he would be tired in the Atlantic world, but he wouldn't be sleepy, and every time he yawned, it was just a habitual action.

Cassia, who seemed to sense something, quickly withdrew his less perception and instead looked at the mice's DNA collapse and recombination from a more macro perspective.

Gradually, as if he had discovered something, the DNA collapse and recombination of the mouse was carried out by all cells at the same time, and the process within each cell was exactly the same, as if it was toppling a series of dominoes at the same time.

And this situation produced a strange feeling that was almost ignored by Cassia, like resonance, like rhythm, yes, rhythm, at first he only focused on observing the changes in DNA, but ignored the feeling of similar rhythm.

In retrospect, this feeling is faint at first, but it gradually strengthens with the change of DNA, like tinnitus, which drags you into this rhythm little by little, and eventually assimilates your perception and makes you completely ignore its existence.

It's like a person who gets drunk and goes into a disco, and at first notices the loud music, but after a while, he will involuntarily sway to the rhythm of the music, do you know what music is? You don't know, it's over.

"This ...... Is it the soul?" Cassia narrowed his eyes, carefully observing the rhythm as he kept an eye on it.

Eventually, when all the DNA was recombined, the rhythm reached a climax, and even the prepared Cassia couldn't help but be in a trance.

Like being reborn from the fire, or like breaking out of a cocoon into a butterfly, that rhythm pauses, breaks, scatters, and then fixes on the body of the guinea pig.

It was also at this time that a string of bubbles spit out of the mouse's mouth with a grunt, and Cassia felt a familiar breath in it, and this time, it was really alive.

..................

In the real world, in Cassia's rented apartment, he is sitting on the sofa with a bottle of beer in his arms, his eyes staring at the TV commercial, but his thoughts drift to the clouds.

"There is a special rhythm in the collapse and reorganization of DNA, and after the reorganization is completed, this rhythm does not disappear, but gives birth to the soul. ”

"It seems that the soul is soaring, and the status of the doctrine of the uselessness of the body is not guaranteed, but how did the difference between the soul of a highly intelligent creature and a low-sapient creature come about?"

This point involves the observation before Cassia found that after the death of an individual, the soul of the low-intelligence creature is like a ball of light that gradually dissipates into the world.

And after the death of an individual, the soul of a highly intelligent creature is also a ball of light, only brighter and thicker.

The difference is that one is like a blank piece of paper, the other is like a book, but these are different from Cassia cognition, and the soul of a highly intelligent creature in his cognition should have a certain memory and consciousness as when he was alive, which is what people often call ghosts.

But alas, whether it is the soul of Enos, or the souls of other people who have passed away over the years, they are just a ball of light without consciousness.

Cassia can even see their life's experiences, their lifetime thoughts, in the sphere of light, like an autobiography down to the details of 'Why do I drink water today'.

Cassia didn't believe it would be like this, there must be something he hadn't touched yet.

"Whew...... Let's take it one step at a time. Cassia said and lay down on the couch directly, now that it had been three months since he left the hospital, he had to take care of himself by making such a large family business in the Atlanta world from scratch.

In the Moon Palace, as soon as Cassia showed his figure, he directly fixed the carving brother who was about to rush over, fanned him out helplessly, and then walked towards the third floor step by step.

After observing the process of generating the soul of the guinea pig, he successively observed five or six other individuals, all of which were exactly the same, giving birth to souls from the rhythm of collapse and reorganization.

He didn't understand how it worked, but he had always been a pragmatist, and sometimes getting too caught up in something would hold him back, as he summed up during his treatment in the hospital.

After coming to the third floor, Cassia looked through the window at the open space behind the Moon Palace, where those individuals whose souls had experimented were living, and nothing unusual had been found so far.

In the middle of the third floor, more than a dozen cultivation cabins were refilled with nutrient solution, and there were juveniles floating in them that were about to mature.

This is the last time Cassia left the cultivation of the subject, is the object of his experiment, unlike the last time, this time there is only one animal in the cultivation cabin, the wolf.

And each culture chamber is no longer marked with the species, but with the time, which is the time when they start cultivating.

Cassia deliberately staggered the starting point of each cultivation pod, in order to allow the dozen or so individuals to mature at different times and then produce souls, so that he could manually infect them one by one.

At the beginning of the process of the wolf's larvae producing souls, the virus carrying the wind attribute will symbol is poured into it, and then it remains awake itself, so that the will symbol is assimilated into that rhythm, participates in the generation of souls, and then fundamentally links with the soul of the individual.

In this way, the first transcendent species in the Atlantic world, the Wind Wolf, can be produced, which should be regarded as the inspiration for Cassia from various works of art.

After that, it's time to wait, for the hatchlings to mature and start to produce souls.

It wasn't until ten days later that Cassia straightened up and took his face away from the glass of the cultivation chamber that he nodded reassuringly.

"The last one, the souls of all eighteen wind wolf hatchlings have been hooked to the Will symbol, and the next step is to release them on land. ”

Cassia took out the last wind wolf hatchling in the cultivation cabin and put it in the open space behind the Moon Palace, where there were a total of eighteen wind wolf hatchlings and 22 ordinary wolf clans with biological ability plug-ins.

Once the wind wolf hatchlings are able to adapt freely and walk independently, they are placed in the upper left corner of the Hokuriku, but not close to the pole, far opposite the humans in the lower right corner.

When Wind Wolves are minors, wind abilities slowly manifest themselves as an instinct that can be harnessed to them, primarily in terms of speed and agility.

When an adult Wind Wolf is an adult, it will fully activate its abilities and have permissions, including but not limited to faster speed increases, the power to control the wind, longer time to take off, and condense the Wind Blade.

As for other abilities, even low-intelligence creatures, Cassia didn't dare to ignore their creativity, not to mention that wolves were quite smart.

Time passed for a while, and Cassia was still studying the process of soul generation over and over again, and he was a little unwilling to only reap the results of creating transcendent species, thinking that there must be other values to be mined.

On this day, Cassia, who had completed a day's experiment, came to the crystal ball to let off steam, and during the days when he was addicted to the experiment, in addition to the wind wolf being sent down, other animals were sent to land almost every day.

The area on the third floor was no longer enough for Cassia's needs, and he also vacated the viewing floor on the fourth floor, filling it with the renovated cultivation cabin.

It's a pity that in such a big way, except for the design of several ability talents, Cassia still doesn't know anything about the other functions of the soul.

So he was going to relax for a while, and he was constantly in a state of thinking, but he didn't get results, and his heart and mind were doubly damaged.

Cassia looked at the continent below through the crystal ball glass, the southern and northern continents were nothing more than his random starts, and what was the final name was left to the people below to decide.

And during this time, he will also return to the real world from time to time, and due to the difference in the speed of time, the Atlanta world has also passed for a long time.

It's been almost 200 years since Tucci was born, and 150 years since the birth of humanity, which is not a lot of time for the identity of the Cassia God, but it's long enough for the Atlantic world.

In fact, he doesn't like to adjust the flow speed very quickly, the white horse passes through the gap, and with a flick of his fingers, this is the prosperity he created, and he wants to take a good look.

Maybe in the future he will lose interest and become a so-called emotionally indifferent 'god', but at least not yet.

In the middle of the moon, Cassia's eyes fell on the orcs and humans, because of the longevity gene, Matt had entered old age, but he was still tough.

But because he didn't understand the principle for the time being, and he had been concentrating on the birth of the soul, he didn't observe and intercept the soul that entered the sea of consciousness and became the force of life.

So to his surprise, Tucci was still alive, but now he was old, just like Enos.

In Cassia's sight, in a room made of rough stone bricks and wood, Tucci was lying peacefully on a wooden bed, surrounded by orcs.

The experienced Cassia could tell at a glance that it wouldn't be long before Tucci would follow in Enos's footsteps.

At this moment, a stream of information came into his mind, and Cassia squinted his eyes, and the figure slowly disappeared.