What a Joke?

Qing Xi Kingdom, Mo Lin City.

Inside a cave residence in the ordinary residential district, after returning to his cave residence, Yang Wu immediately cut off a portion of body material from that Chaos Realm creature.

The Chaos Layer creatures he had captured before had overly simple life structures and low upper limits. Their help to him had long since neared its limit.

As for deriving even more profound life structures from nothing, that kind of research was far too difficult. Naturally, he hoped to obtain more perfect Chaos Layer creatures so he could more conveniently study their life composition.

To obtain this portion of body material, Yang Wu had even directly enslaved this Chaos Layer creature through sheer force of will.

Whether cultivators, exotic beasts, or Chaos Layer creatures like this one with complete consciousness, there were only two methods for studying their body materials.

Either one annihilated the other party's consciousness, allowing one to naturally study the corpse. But if the other party was alive, they had to be willing; otherwise, with a single thought, their blood and feathers could self-annihilate and dissipate.

And the more powerful a lifeform was, the less willing it was to let other powerhouses study its body materials.

Yang Wu was still reluctant to kill it. A Chaos Realm Chaos Layer creature like this was so rare that, before thoroughly studying it, he felt it would be better to keep this Chaos creature alive.

Whoosh!

A black feather flew out and hovered in midair.

"This feather?"

Looking at the black feather before him, Yang Wu gently pinched and tugged at it. "Incomparably tough, and the feather's edges are like blades."

Yang Wu extended a hand. A faint sharpness appeared at his fingertips, and with a light swipe, he severed the feather. Yang Wu