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The imposing figure sent chills down Zheng Yifan's spine. Even more terrifying was the power it wielded, as formidable as a prison, leaving Zheng Yifan unable to accept or endure it. The overwhelming strength stood as a testament to its presence, with hands radiating a force that instilled fear in Zheng Yifan.
It was the power of the Zombie.
Yes! It was the power of the Zombie, the force that allowed Zombies to roam the world freely. It was true, natural power, born from the moment of a Zombie's death!
That was the power of life; the life force brought forth by a Zombie's demise was fearsome. Drops of Zombie Fluid fell to the ground, but they were not remnants of a Zombie's death. Instead, they were condensed from the Superpower within its body.
On the ground, mysterious plants flickered in and out of view, exuding immense strength! Zheng Yifan knew that even if he fought with all his might, he could not contend with even one of those Mutated Plants.
They were all Mutated Plants above the Sixth Tier, beginning to spread across the mountains.
"Child, I just spared you a life earlier, repaying Huangdi's favor. Now you've come here to kill him? That Fellow is an ambitious one whom our leader values greatly; you absolutely cannot eliminate him!" Chatty Uncle's words turned icy cold. The First Vitality Era was the age of Chiyou and Huangdi, where Chiyou emerged as the ultimate victor, and he was one of Chiyou's most trusted servants.
Just like Li Ning from Hope Gathering Place in relation to Zheng Yifan.
"Since you all intend to leave this world for outer space, why are you still lingering here and meddling in our Second Vitality Era affairs?" Zheng Yifan exclaimed furiously.
Faced with Chatty Uncle, Zheng Yifan felt his own strength was utterly insignificant, like a rabbit before a giant bear. A single swipe could end him; he couldn't match the other's speed. That immense power could crush any unexpected threat.
"We need to leave this place. Leave this planet. But we require strength! Child, have you ever considered how we would escape this planet?"
"By relying on our own strength? That's a dream; humanity alone cannot leave this planet. Not even the great Chiyou Clan Leader can!" Chatty Uncle seemed lost in thoughts of something wonderful.
"Only human power—humanity's own strength can achieve this. Thousands of Superpowered Individuals are like batteries for our plans, providing energy for us. Great power relies on effort and more sacrifices, and you from the Second Vitality Era—the strongest among you—are those sacrifices. By sacrificing you, we can leave this planet."
Chatty Uncle's words were like a cold wave in the depths of winter, chilling to the bone.
The strongest beings in the world are merely servants, possibly sustaining you until your death. Yet your only task is to serve as a battery, providing Superpower to help them leave this planet and embark on interstellar travel.
"My child, I have great expectations for you! Not because you are the leader of this so-called Hope Gathering Place, but because you are the heir of Huangdi, a person worthy of respect. He had the chance to perish alongside the clan leader, yet he chose to retreat!" Chatty Uncle's tone suddenly grew heavy.
Zheng Yifan gradually began to hear some secrets.
Yes! Secrets.
Huangdi was not a failure; he was a retreating figure. He did not want all humanity to perish in that battle.
Both Huangdi and Chiyou possessed nearly ultimate power. They were both Eighth Level Superpowered Individuals who had not yet stepped into the Ninth Level, a domain that humanity must never tread upon.
The two Eighth Level powerhouses clashed with their might, causing the entire world to tremble. Large-scale destruction ensued; if either unleashed their strongest strike or fought desperately with their final blow, it would undoubtedly lead to the annihilation of the world.
In the end, Huangdi chose to retreat. He opted for his own demise, using his immense power to isolate Pearl above Dollars. Earth!
That lovely oceanic planet was drawn into Spatial Turbulence by Huangdi, becoming an independent world.
Thus, they had no aliens, nor extraterrestrial beings; there wasn't even a trace left behind—only the footprints of people from the ancient First Vitality Era.
In fact, within the Apocalyptic World, there are many ancient ruins. The Vitality Tower is one such legendary ruin, but these relics only appear when the apocalypse descends.
Zheng Yifan listened quietly as Chatty Uncle revealed everything he knew. What he wanted was to explain what the First Vitality Era had gone through and what they truly desired.
Yet, fear gripped Zheng Yifan's heart. The strongest beings in the world were being held captive, forced to serve as laborers and slaves, driven to provide energy—living sources of power.
They were studying Genetic Science, unlike Huangdi, who focused on Superpower Technology. They could not offer humanity a way to leave Earth and survive long-term by relying on alternative energy sources.
However, they possessed unique technology that allowed them to use Superpowered Individuals as energy sources, even Advanced Zombies could be utilized indefinitely.
Zheng Yifan also received new information: there had never been a Seventh Level Zombie in the entire world—not a single one—because the Seventh Level Zombies were their primary targets.
Zombies had stronger vitality and provided more stable power. The only drawback was that a captured Zombie could no longer evolve.
Thus, only Superpowered Individuals had the potential for further development.
Gradually, Zheng Yifan understood why Chatty Uncle was so forthcoming with him. They did not need ordinary Superpowered Individuals; they sought Superpowered Individuals who had been transformed into Zombies.
The turning point began with the technology of Genetic Science. Only Zombies cultivated through long-term use of Genetic Science potions possessed the ability to provide energy.
It was like the person he had just seen—a Puppet. Despite appearing on the brink of death, he had been sustained by potions that barely kept him alive.
As long as his strength reached Level 5, he could reorganize his genes and survive long-term. However, his life form would become a fixed machine for energy transmission and emission.
Just like a Signal, he could control his subordinates now, but once he became that machine, he would be able to provide energy and transmit it.
How many people like this exist in the world?
Zheng Yifan knew the exact number. One hundred! One hundred Superpowered Individuals had already been controlled by them, scattered across the globe. They cultivated such individuals in every corner of the world, and their subordinates, those who had consumed the Zombie Potion, would gradually select the most suitable ones to provide energy.
These individuals would become the basic components for each Superpowered Individual. One person would carry a thousand component Superpowered Individuals.
The scale of the entire spaceship plan left Zheng Yifan trembling with fear. It was truly terrifying; he never expected that the legendary Chiyou Tribe and Chiyou himself could be so formidable.
Individuals like Zheng Yifan, who had been delving into Superpower Technology, were definitely not their choice, as Superpower Technology seemed like a chasm separating them from their only hope.
All Superpowered Individuals researching Superpower Technology would never foolishly turn themselves into machines.
Only those madmen might do so.
Zheng Yifan understood that it didn't matter anymore. In Chatty's eyes, he was already a dead man; dead men have the right to know because they wouldn't spread what they knew everywhere.
"So, does that mean only you will survive in this world from now on?"
"Oh! No, you will definitely cultivate a pack of loyal dogs. I've already encountered your people; what were they called again..."
"Oh right! Night Demon and Night Wolf! They are both your people, aren't they?" Zheng Yifan realized suddenly.
Chatty laughed happily.
Looking at Zheng Yifan felt like seeing an old friend after many years, but that was all there was to it. Zheng Yifan was undoubtedly a dead man, absolutely dead! Because he knew too much.
Sometimes knowing too much is indeed a sin; otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people dying inexplicably in the Post-Apocalypse.
Now, the words he had suppressed in his heart finally came out. His mood instantly brightened, and he felt free enough to roar out loud!
These were words that had been held back for a thousand years. Now, in this place where only the two of them existed, they were finally spoken.
Perhaps Chiyou knew as well, but there was no need to worry; a dead man wouldn’t leak any information.
For instance, right now, green spots had begun to appear around Zheng Yifan.
"Are you finally going to make your move against me?!" Zheng Yifan looked at the small patches of Mutated Plants that had emerged beside him. They resembled moss-like plants. They seemed harmless at first glance, but having experienced so many Zombies, Zheng Yifan certainly understood things that others did not. He could fully comprehend the power of the moss surrounding him.
A vast amount of Vital Energy seemed to be completely absorbed, transforming into the simplest atoms before entering the plants and undergoing conversion. This conversion resulted in a unique power, one that resembled Spores; it could enter a person's body and reproduce continuously at an alarming rate. This person would have their life entirely drained by the plants, becoming part of the Spore life.
Zheng Yifan could already feel this power slowly rising; in just one more minute, he would be affected.
"Don't you want to chat a little longer?" Chatty Uncle suddenly said coldly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Just like himself, he was Chiyou's loyal hound, eliminating all dangers in advance. Letting Zheng Yifan go once was enough. If he let him go a second time, it would be irresponsible.
He understood the power of Huangdi; it truly condensed the strength of an entire clan, almost godlike. At the Eighth Level, he had already brushed against the edge of the Ninth Level.
However, regarding that mysterious Superpower, they would never truly know what it was; they only sensed that it seemed to possess countless powers, boundless and infinite.
Yet the Fellow before him appeared even more intriguing. He could summon tens of thousands of minions to join the battle and could enhance himself just like Huangdi. This was Huangdi's signature skill, bestowing a strange power upon his own body.
In war, that kind of power instilled fear in them. There had been instances on the battlefield where several avatars appeared, resembling multiple warriors.
But none were as terrifying as Zheng Yifan.
"Uncle, we've actually been having a pretty good chat, but I'm still a bit afraid of these things on the ground. Since you've welcomed me so warmly, I think I'll take my leave now." Zheng Yifan gently stepped back, and green dust began to rise from the ground. It was the Spores continuously ascending, attempting to invade Zheng Yifan's body.
Any pore in a person's body could become a means for their invasion. Zheng Yifan's understanding of Vital Energy surpassed that of ordinary people, so he already sensed that these Spores were invading him. The only hope for survival lay in escaping this area.
The Adamantium Shield was absorbing the power of Vital Energy in large quantities, competing for it and attracting Spores into itself for conversion. The fierce wind blades began to change, transforming into the power of Spores, treating them as nutrients to absorb.
What kind of transformation would occur? Zheng Yifan could no longer concern himself with that; all he wanted was to survive.
"Want to know my name?" Suddenly, the voice of Chatty Uncle rang out.
But those words struck like a bolt from the blue.
Zheng Yifan only knew that Chatty Uncle was incredibly powerful—at least estimated to be a Sixth Tier Superpowered Individual—but he had never thought about his name before.
Now, however, Zheng Yifan was very eager to know the true name of this Fellow.
At the very least, he was a strong individual. If he didn't even know the name, how could he possibly reclaim his territory in the future?
However, Zheng Yifan's movements were not slow. If he asked that one question, he might be killed in a second.
It felt like being a mouse toyed with by a cat; Zheng Yifan had a sense of being played with, unable to fight back.
There was no choice but for Zheng Yifan to suppress his curiosity and quickly retreat. The ground beneath him was covered in patches of green moss, causing him to slip constantly, never knowing what he might encounter.
Zheng Yifan could only watch ahead, sensing the flow of Vital Energy as he searched for a glimmer of hope.
The absence of Zombies around him was the best news. No Zombies meant there was no risk of being surrounded. This was also because the Line Zombie Leader would never allow too many ordinary Zombies to linger nearby. Although he had transformed into something neither human nor ghostly, his human instincts still made him detest the repulsive creatures known as Zombies. It was akin to how humans would never willingly live alongside their own waste; it was a physiological habit that could never be changed.
Before him stood an unbeatable figure, while beside him, Spore plants floated in the air.
The Adamantium Shield in his hand seemed to absorb the surrounding Vital Energy without end.
Life and death might hinge on this very moment.
"I am Jie! The Jie of calamity! I am the 108th guard of the Chiyou Clan Leader, and I take pride in that!" (To be continued...)
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