Wenren Sheng then told this newly born Spore World consciousness many things.
By the end, the red, green, and pink spores gradually gathered together, forming a baby.
"Ooh, this kid is fun. Let me play with it." Little Illusion, who had not appeared in a long time, suddenly popped out again. She circled the baby, kneading and pinching it as she fiddled with it...
"Behave yourself. It's still developing. Don't make it grow crooked," Wenren Sheng instructed.
"I know. Hurry up and leave. Go do your work." Little Illusion shoved Wenren Sheng out without giving him a chance to object.
Wenren Sheng had wanted to say something more, but then something occurred to him, and he left directly.
He had just remembered what the High Tower Principal had once said: only joy was the best way to resist Chaos Omniscience.
Perhaps Little Illusion's appearance was not a whim, but some kind of destiny.
"I hope that spore consciousness doesn't get played to death."
Wenren Sheng shook his head and turned his gaze toward the Sheep People team under attack.
The world consciousness was taking shape, and its immune system had begun operating on its own.
By now, they had endured earthquakes, meteor strikes, torrential rain, and tornadoes in succession.
It was just like the various rejection reactions that spontaneously arose when foreign objects entered a human body—under the attacks of white blood cells and various macrophages, inflammation and suppuration would occur...
But for now, these foreign objects still appeared exceptionally resilient.
Although all five members of the Sheep People team were covered in dust and grime, and even the woman who cared most about her appearance had no time to fix her hair, Wenren Sheng judged that they still retained at least eighty percent of their combat strength.
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