Wei Tianyang had recaptured the uterus, but after it re-entered Fujiwara Makoto’s body, it shrank again.
And Lin Yan had appeared that night, taking Fujiwara Makoto away, leaving Wei Tianyang unable to compete with ti in terms of speed.
At this very mont, the uterus floated in a small cultivation tank, and Wei Tianyang had completely rejected the previous experintal thods, believing that they were of no use and could only give birth to poor imitations of Fujiwara Makoto or short-lived ghosts.
For the ti being, he has ceased to concern himself with Lin Yan, deciding to attempt experintation in another way.
The uterus could reshape life, integrate with Black dicine, but it had its own flaws. Wei Tianyang did not need other functions, he only needed the uterus’s ability to integrate with Black dicine.
In past experints, his team had already developed Black dicine capable of integrating nurous superpowers through using living organisms as resources, as well as a neutralizer that could continuously reduce dependency.
This ant that living organisms as resources also had the ability to integrate, and at the sa ti, they could eliminate so negative effects.
Humans acquired superpowers through injections, but the human body itself was flawed, and injections could not change the body’s structure...
Perhaps, from the very beginning, he was heading in the wrong direction.
Dawn of the next day.
Wei Tianyang flew into the sky, soaring over the desert of Jose State, and dived towards an oasis the size of a soccer field.
This oasis bore the traces of artificial developnt, serving as a transfer station for a nearby small country’s tourist route. He manipulated the wind and sand to build a sand wall, then drew the water from the oasis, mixing it into the wall, reducing the temperature, and solidifying it into ice.
In doing so, the entire oasis was encased within the walls.
Wei Tianyang stood at the edge of the dried-up oasis, thoughts swirling in his mind.
Living organisms as resources, the Witch’s uterus... Next up, his own blood.
Many sought to study him, to beco him. Perhaps, he should have done this long ago, as he was a unique being in this world. To create a new type of humanity, it would be impossible without a part of himself.
Wei Tianyang dived into objective reality, and at this mont, the wheat stalk at his side was ready.
It plunged half of itself into the dry sand pit, then, with a fiery gaze, Wei Tianyang severed its body, allowing a large portion of the living organism to coil within the pit.
Wei Tianyang then manipulated the living organisms as resources, grinding them into dust finer than grains of sand, which laid the foundation at the bottom of the pit, raising the height of the dried-up oasis by more than 2 ters.
The remaining half of the wheat stalk’s body lay on the sand wall, watching as Wei Tianyang took off his clothes and walked into the bottom of the pit.
As he walked, he withdrew the Bone Knife and lightly grazed his lower abdon, creating a half-arm-length wound; intestines of black hue spilled out, and blood as blackish-red as a blood fountain surged out.
Blood flowed towards his feet, quickly seeping into the fine, soft sand. Wei Tianyang stood in the center of this pool, waiting for his own blood to fill it.
Even with such bloodletting, filling a pool the size of a soccer field would probably take so ti. He had long forgotten when he last bled, nor had he considered whether he might die from excessive blood loss.
On the contrary, he felt nothing at all; this kind of gut-wrenching pain could no longer stimulate his nerves. At most, it was akin to an ordinary person being bitten by a mosquito, and the speed of blood loss still couldn’t keep up with the blood production of his internal organs. Therefore, his complexion remained unchanged, his lips didn’t lose their color in the slightest.
The bleeding continued for quite a while. When the sun passed overhead, the fine sand at Wei Tianyang’s feet had been completely stained red. A gentle step would squeeze out the moist blood, but the entire oasis remained in a state of dryness.
As the sun gradually beca obscured by the sand walls, Wei Tianyang’s ankles were finally subrged in blood. The bloody water overflowed his feet, and the base of the sand walls also slowly turned dark.
It wasn’t until the sun was about to set, and the sky had turned a deep blue, that the entire oasis had beco a blood pool. Beyond the sand walls, animals drawn by the scent of blood andered near the edge.
Wei Tianyang was half-subrged in the sandy ground, the blood water reaching his waist, and the blood-oozing wound on his abdon bubbled in the pool.
At this mont, he felt it was enough. The live feed and his blood had rged, thin strands of green oil sheen floated in the blood, and he held Fujiwara Makoto’s womb high above his head with his right hand.
Under the last blood-stained sunset, Wei Tianyang’s black silhouette maintained that pose within the pool. He crushed the womb, and the thick liquid with debris slid down his forearm into the blood.
At the sa ti, the surrounding sand walls suddenly collapsed, herds of wild animals that had co to drink scurried away. Later, unable to resist the temptation of the blood pool, they lingered nearby, cautiously probing before running back.
The leading pack of wild dogs rushed into the pool, greedily lapping up the water. It was indulging in the most potent Black dicine, and then, suddenly, the wild dog began to howl miserably, stiffened, and fell into the blood with a splash.
Many of the dogs in the pack collapsed in the sa way, and then, their bodies began to rapidly transform.
Under their gaunt bellies, it seed as if sothing was trying to burst forth. Their eyes emitted a blood-red light, their bodies suddenly grew larger, claws elongated, bones pierced through the flesh, red muscle wrapping around the new bones, and a chitinous black shell ford on the outside.
Those dogs from the pack that hadn’t yet drunk the blood began barking at their mutating companions before turning to flee, yet they were cruelly hunted down. The group of mutated dogs, however, didn’t consu their own kind; they simply killed them and discarded the bodies.
There were over twenty of these mutated dogs. Their eye sockets beca narrow, each evolving two pupils, and now they ventured closer through the blood pool to Wei Tianyang.
The dogs circled him, not attacking but instead becoming docile, rubbing their heads against Wei Tianyang’s waist.
He patted their heads, picked up one for a closer look, and discovered that these dogs had been enhanced, with a part of their bodies not covered in fragile flesh, but in a natural shell.
The wild dogs’ transformation confird Wei Tianyang’s guess: the blood pool did have an effect. However, without Black dicine, they possessed no superpowers.
Wei Tianyang didn’t kill them but decided to take them back to the hotel.
He healed his wounds and caressed the surface of the blood pool. Here, mankind would find its second genesis!
Wei Tianyang dressed, manipulated the wind and sand to envelop the blood pool, and then took to the sky.
He couldn’t wait to see if adding Black dicine to the pool and letting humans enter it could evolve them into a more powerful species!
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