Chapter 2008: Chapter 2003: I Don’t Believe It
They even belong to the “gender is not an issue” group of contestants, which makes it hard to say if the demonstrator deliberately chose them for maximum attention-grabbing effect.
Facing the changes in front of him, Fu Qian both pondered and searched for more commonalities.
“What is this thing?”
“Is this also resurrection?”
There was no doubt it was truly impactful, as the corpse’s abdon swelled to about seven months, the shockwaves finally rippling through the audience.
However, instead of stepping back, more than one person was eager to try, reaching out to touch it.
Indeed, no matter the ti or space, this self-destructive spirit of scientific inquiry still endures.
This scene brought a certain comfort, though Fu Qian had no intention of following the crowd, and remained standing in place.
“Step back.”
Unsurprisingly, Lady Nepheli scanned the crowd with her gaze, her voice turning cold at once.
That’s right, it’s not a circus; true experinters detest it when others act recklessly.
Completely unsurprised, Fu Qian understood this sentint well at that mont.
Moreover, being that close and breathing, Lady Nepheli’s cleanliness fetish was likely flaring up.
“This, of course, is resurrection. Your understanding of life is truly shallow… as shallow as mine.”
It was obvious that the researchers had so knowledge of the eccentricities of the great figures of the Academy, as they collectively took a step back like a flock, making the view by the cold box more expansive.
And Nepheli, whose deanor slightly eased, no longer paid them any mind, turning her gaze entirely onto the belly that was so distended it was nearly translucent, speaking with a tone that was partly sighful.
Hiss!
Decisive and precise, her hand raised the next instant, fingertips grazing over it.
The concept of spiritual and corporeal chaos was not exaggerated; although the external contour of the corpse remained sowhat intact, its skin and flesh had already decayed like a spoiled egg.
Having lost its original structure, it beca a bizarre amalgam.
Yet, even under such conditions, the experinter’s actions remained precise.
Facing the abdon that continued to swell, she directly sliced open the top layer, revealing the structure underneath.
Indeed lacking in knowledge, is it actually a complete tamorphosis?
At that mont, a collective gasp arose from those nearby, even Fu Qian joined in.
Clearly, there was sothing alive inside the abdon, but the location it occupied did not conform to reproductive system structures.
Not even the style of a non-mammal.
Though it was about the size of a placenta, it was shaped like a cocoon.
Semi-transparent, it contained a boy, just like the corpse that gestated it.
Furthermore, the cocoon’s orientation was quite peculiar; rather than nestled in the abdominal cavity, it seed more like an invisible thread from above suspended it there.
…
Recently, everyone’s desire for fertility seems quite high.
Calculating it, it’s the second ti in the short term seeing a similar scene, and this ti is undoubtedly more bizarre.
The audience seed too stunned to speak, yet Nepheli’s actions did not cease.
Her fingers gently hooked, causing the cocoon to unravel as if it had been freed from its threads.
“What do you imagine resurrection to be? To reorder this mass of decaying flesh? The mysteries of life far exceed your imagination.”
In just two seconds, Nepheli extended her hand, cradling a lightly struggling form from the cocoon, her gaze fully fixed upon it, her voice like a dream’s murmur.
“Whether you choose to believe it or not, this is him, reborn and returned…”
I give birth to myself?
Silence descended on the audience confronted with this notion.
“Do you believe?”
Faced with this phenonon, Nepheli’s reaction was to suddenly turn around, her gaze fixing on Fu Qian.
“Do you believe?”
A choir even rose up.
The crowd that previously dared not even breathe at the question all mirrored the sa motion, their eyes casting over.
Even though theoretically they were amidst a blood conquest, the place they should be viewing ought only to be air.
“I don’t believe.”
Letting out a soft sigh, Fu Qian casually dismissed the state but still endured the pressure.
…
Still so low-key, yet still as conspicuous as a firefly?
It seed almost certain what kind of parallel universe this was.
As a frequently traveling academic, the notion of “self-generating oneself,” although startling, was not completely unheard of to Fu Qian.
At the Em House Palace, a divine from the Larea Family.
Luyi, an old friend from the Native Council, once shared a theory on the Order of Blood, even using the Fool’s Tree as an example.
Not to ntion that there were also male mbers of the Larea Family at the ti who beca wombs of bone and flesh.
But “not believing” wasn’t just talk; the thing before his eyes was far more formidable than that.
A cocoon extending a thread upwards, unfortunately, such a thing was also seen, within the Ashfall of the Ji Family’s sha.
The Ashfall was even set in motion because soone supposedly attached a limb to the remnants of the Ji Family’s “Golden Generation.”
And it was a certain great “Mother of the Gospel” who facilitated the Golden Generation.
Before the eyes of all, the daring Fu Qian extended a hand to catch a fla darker than black, drifting down amongst its many kindred from above.
Is this the “Doomsday”? And the Mother of the Gospel is the first to charge in?
Sure enough, those who could beco one’s enemies were indeed formidable characters.
…
The willingness to co here was partly due to curiosity about the Benevolence Institute’s secrets, and partly because the “Jade Soul Master” created sothing remarkable.
Upon first sighting the humanoid contour, it seed completely understandable as the intersection of two spatial dinsions.
And ultimately stepping into this building signified having crossed from the original Academy to this brilliant era of the Benevolence Institute.
But how was this remarkable work accomplished?
Through successive encounters, Fu Qian harbored no doubts about his opponent’s idealistic thods.
But just like the mushrooms in Professor Luo Bu’s lab, no matter how wild the ideas, wouldn’t there always need to be an anchor point?
If a superior being could indeed materialize sothing from nothing, then why bother drawing him over, instead of launching a relentless assault the first mont?
Nepheli and all those surrounding people; this sudden lapse in communication seed to be caused by his acquaintance, the Mother of the Gospel.
And the entity within the corpse’s belly didn’t appear to pertain simply to resurrection.
As previously ntioned, Lord ria truly was a complex figure.
While it might be hard to clarify what relationship ria had with the Mother of the Gospel, it appeared that this “resurrection of ria” miracle enabled the seed that the Mother of the Gospel always wished to cast beyond the barrier to finally penetrate within.
The “Jade Soul Master” leveraged this remarkable work as the anchor, seemingly triggering the “Doomsday” from the Benevolence Institute.
In front of him was not just another ordinary superior’s projection; certain things were disastrously collapsing.
And as an unaffected anomaly, it seed he was firmly targeted by a complete version of the Mother of the Gospel.
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