Were all transcendent beings going to die?
The few people in the laboratory looked as though they had just been fished out of water, soaked until bloated, their skin deathly white and their eyeballs rotten. Even when they spoke, they sounded steeped in death Qi.
Wang Xuan looked at them and shuddered. Seventeen epochs had already passed—what state were they in?
"I'm leaving right away. What about you?" Wang Xuan replied, watching them. Though this place bred a cold and horrifying atmosphere, he still wanted very much to speak with them.
What exactly had happened seventeen epochs ago? Why had the Old Saints all been wiped out? What had these laboratories been doing, and what had they experienced?
The ghastly white lights crackled, somewhat faulty, flickering between brightness and darkness. None of them spoke; they merely watched him in silence.
Seeing this, Wang Xuan turned and left.
The feeling was far from pleasant. In this deathly silent land that had endured for more than a dozen epochs, cold and soundless, no one else could see anything—yet he was conversing with people.
He felt conflicted. Should he retreat like this, or continue deeper?
He felt the gazes behind him never leave his back, making his heart palpitate.
Wang Xuan suddenly turned around and looked at those people. Blood was flowing from their eyes, two startling crimson streaks appearing on their faces. They remained silent and still, steeped in death Qi.
He said nothing either. Turning away again, he left their line of sight and headed toward another area.
Wang Xuan did not leave. He continued exploring in silence.
One laboratory was rather large, its door wide open, allowing him to see some of the scenery within. He saw several people again, all dressed in white lab coats.
Clearly, they were important