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The negative aspects need no further explanation.
Uncontrolled cell proliferation overwhelms the body, leading to deformities.
But Jiang Xiao is just outrageous.
His cells were actively moving away from the original spectrum, but his body showed no change whatsoever.
He is just a perfectly normal human being.
It seems that apart from the cellular performance, which could prove that his genetic lock had been broken, there were no other changes.
"This is unscientific!"
"science?"
In front of Elder Peng, Jiang Xiao rubbed a ball of electromagnetic energy in his palm, which then bounced around.
"Come on, tell me, is this scientifically sound?"
Ah this
Old Peng scratched the few sparse hairs on his head. "That's right, when 'gods' come out, who cares about whether it's scientific or not?"
"Alright, I'll study your sample more carefully, and I'll call you when I make a discovery."
It seems he can't wait a moment longer and wants to thoroughly study Jiang Xiao's genes!
As Jiang Xiao and the others left, they could vaguely hear Old Peng muttering something like "gene," "sequence," and "sorting."
Wow, a great teacher produces a great student! Another research enthusiast.
and many more?
Thinking of the saying "a great teacher produces outstanding students," Jiang Xiao, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped.
He thought about what would happen to the PhD.
Not only PhDs, but also the former Professor Yang.
These figures, who stood at the pinnacle of their respective fields, all met tragic ends after delving into the concept of "God."
To put it bluntly, it was God himself who killed them.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fan turned around, intending to return to the laboratory and talk to Professor Peng.
Unexpectedly, he was stopped by a middle-aged man who had been with Mr. Peng.
“I am Professor Peng’s student. Don’t try to persuade me. Professor Peng knows the consequences of doing this, but he did it without hesitation. So do I. Making mistakes is not scary, nor is death. We would rather make mistakes than do nothing.”
Seeing that Jiang Xiao was still planning to go in, the middle-aged man tried to dissuade him again.
“From the moment we got off the plane, we didn’t plan to go back alive. If Mr. Peng went, I would still go; if I went, my students would still go. It’s not sad that we are going one after another.”
Jiang Xiao:
With a self-deprecating laugh, Jiang Xiao shook his head and carried Shi Shi back to his room.
That's true. Since we've already chosen this path, we naturally know what the outcome will be if we go any further. There's no point in saying more.
However, given the nature of the opponent, sacrifices were inevitable.
Meanwhile, things were also in full swing on Blue Star.
Just then, some genius came up with the idea that since the altar couldn't be destroyed, why not bury it completely?
Although it sounds a bit far-fetched, it is indeed far-fetched in practice.
But this also echoes what the middle-aged man said: he would rather make a mistake than do nothing.
Ever since.
Countless helicopters, carrying materials such as steel bars, cement, and aluminum blocks, set off in a grand procession towards the primeval forest.
The Nika tribe members gathered at the entrance to the cave, hidden behind dense vines and leaves, their eyes sparkling with curiosity and amusement.
They were used to the futility of outsiders; those high-tech weapons were nothing but fleeting illusions before their altars.
"Here you go again. What new gadgets have you brought this time?"
The tribal elder spoke with a half-smile, his face etched with the wrinkles of time, yet his eyes held the cunning of youth.
"Judging from their posture, it seems they're going to build a house on the altar."
A young warrior said sarcastically, toying with a finely crafted blowgun in his hand, as if ready to demonstrate his hunting skills at any moment.
But as the roar of helicopters in the sky grew louder and the heavily loaded planes began dumping sand and gravel onto the altar, the atmosphere in the tribe gradually changed.
The sand and gravel cascaded down like a waterfall, covering the land around the altar, raising dust and creating a magnificent spectacle.
For a moment, the people of Nika's tribe inside the cave fell silent.
Their eyes were wide open as they watched what was happening, and their initial contempt and ridicule were slowly replaced by shock and disbelief.
"Are they going to bury the altar?"
The elder's voice began to tremble, and he gripped the vines beside him tightly, as if that could bring him some comfort.
"Impossible! They wouldn't do that! The altar is inviolable!"
The voice of another tribe member was filled with panic; he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
However, the reality is cruel.
As time went by, the land around the altar rose higher and higher, and the once indestructible stone pillars began to be buried by yellow sand and cement.
The outline of the altar became blurred until finally, only a huge artificial mound remained.
The people of the Nika tribe were completely stunned. They could not understand why the outsiders would resort to such methods, nor could they accept that their sacred altar had been buried like this.
What the hell is this?!
"No! They're not done yet!"
The roar of helicopters echoed through the air, as if foreshadowing an approaching storm.
The people of the Nika tribe watched the sky intently as they saw more objects cascading down from the plane.
This time, it wasn't just sand and cement, but also large amounts of lead powder and aluminum blocks.
The heavy metals dispersed in the air, falling like a gray snowfall onto the land around the altar.
Lead powder and aluminum blocks were mixed with sand and gravel to form layers of covering, continuously thickening the soil around the altar.
Tiny particles of lead powder drifted in the wind, while the cold, hard clanging of aluminum blocks echoed through the empty forest.
The people of the Nika tribe began to experience difficulty breathing as lead dust diffused in the air, irritating their respiratory tracts.
One by one, they covered their mouths, coughed, and their eyes were stinging with tears from the dust.
"Quick, back to the cave!"
The elder gave the order, his voice hoarse and urgent amidst his coughing.
My new book was blocked after being reported, so I'm taking a day off.
Go revise the article and see if it can be released.
Chapter 579 Surrender
The children cried as they were held tightly in the arms of the adults, while the older members of the tribe leaned on the shoulders of the younger ones as they moved with difficulty.
Faced with this sudden disaster, the tribesmen appeared incredibly small, and their joking and confidence instantly turned into a powerless struggle.
At the entrance to the cave, tribesmen poured in one after another, their figures disappearing into the darkness.
At present, the inside of the cave is relatively safe, at least temporarily avoiding the dust and toxins from the outside.
The elder sat in a corner of the cave, his eyes filled with worry and confusion.
He couldn't understand why the outsiders would take such extreme measures. Didn't they know that the power of the altar could not be buried?
"They...they really think they can stop the altar's power like this?"
The elder muttered to himself, his voice tinged with sorrow.
"Perhaps they are just making a last-ditch effort."
A young member of the tribe answered, his eyes showing unease, but even more so, fear of the unknown.
The outside world continued its hustle and bustle, and helicopters continued to transport supplies.
No one can predict what the consequences of this operation will be.
Everyone turned their attention to the clan chief, who had been resting with her eyes closed—the same old woman that Director Wang and his group had visited at the beginning.
She leaned on her cane, seemingly indifferent to everything around her.
"Such composure is truly worthy of the clan leader!"
"Our chieftain is so calm. It seems that everything these outsiders have done is within his expectations."
"You think our chieftain is the wise elder!"
Just as the tribesmen were boasting to their leader, a slow, rhythmic, but very abrupt, snoring sound interrupted their flattery.