As Huang Ji stepped out of the Winged God, he connected to the base network by brainwaves as an administrator.
There was no additional verification. Once his genes matched, he could control everything in the base at will.
It was just like using the jade pendant to control the conch-shaped seat. For the seven women who had once lived here, everything was effortless and intuitive. They had no need to remember passwords of any kind.
"They didn't understand mechanical or rational knowledge, nor did they need to."
"They were like seven artists untouched by worldly concerns, living here in seclusion all their lives to finish their work, until the day they died."
Huang Ji spoke in a clear voice as he opened the Winged God and led Lin Li inside.
About fifteen minutes later, Huang Ji emerged again, followed by a woman with slightly flushed cheeks and eyes that darted around.
She looked remarkably like Huang Ji did now, but she was clearly older and taller, around twenty-five years old.
"Lin Li!" Alan came up behind her and slapped her shoulder.
The blow sent Lin Li sprawling to the ground.
"Ow!" Lin Li cried. He glared at Alan and complained, "Go easy on me!"
Alan froze, then awkwardly helped him up. "How did you get so weak?"
Lin Li nodded glumly. After transforming, he had lost all his strength. He was so frail he could barely take a hit.
Huang Ji explained, "These seven women weren't powerful fighters. They were pure Homo sapiens, with physical capabilities much like those of young women today."
An Lu Ban marveled at the transformation. It was so convincing it could pass for the real thing—no, according to Huang Ji, it disguised someone as another person at the genetic level.
"You were both so big