Whatever needed absorbing was absorbed, and whatever needed assimilating was assimilated. Before long, the Dark Elves who had chased Chen Changsheng down were transformed into puppets.
Although there were many Dark Elves, their numbers did not make them formidable. Perhaps the Curse Warrior could satisfy Chen Changsheng's needs, but clearly, there were only a few such powerhouses among the entire Fallen Elf race. Even so, Chen Changsheng still planned to take over the Dark Elves' forces under a different identity.
The vast universe was boundless, and Chen Changsheng still needed help from people familiar with its affairs before he could set foot among the stars. Having an entire faction would be even better. When it came to understanding the rules governing interactions between cosmic civilizations, few could have a deeper grasp than the Dark Elves, a race that had wandered for a thousand years.
After reaching an uninhabited place, Chen Changsheng began absorbing the Aether. The Dark Elves had researched the Aether thoroughly—so thoroughly that after absorbing Malekith's memories, Chen Changsheng could manipulate it as well.
As the Aether was drawn into his body, Chen Changsheng felt unprecedentedly powerful. The sensation of energy about to burst him apart was no longer figurative, because at that moment, he genuinely felt as though his body were on the verge of exploding...
Fortunately, Chen Changsheng's vitality was formidable, and his regenerative ability was even more astonishing. Relying on his abundant accumulation of Biomass, Chen Changsheng forcibly withstood the Aether's invasive power.
Withstanding the Aether's backlash was the foundation for using it. If one could not even hold it, there was no point dreaming of wielding it.
The Aether was the vessel of the Reality Stone, as well as the container that housed it. Although the container restricted most of the Reality Stone's abilities,