Today, at the edge of the Black Omen Battlefield, Void Mist Sea was, as usual, continuously scavenging trash as though completing a daily task.
To be honest.
Though the work was exceedingly dull.
Void Mist Sea did not find it boring in the slightest.
Whenever he gleaned useful information from all sorts of battlefield debris, or absorbed special energy and nutrients to successfully grow stronger, the treasure-hunting-like feeling always filled him with considerable delight.
Ling Wuyuan, as the main body, likewise successfully enjoyed the so-called dividends of war.
If he could keep scavenging this kind of trash to his heart's content, he only hoped that this war would continue forever—at the very least,
until he became strong enough.
Moreover.
Recently,
perhaps because he had absorbed too much high-level special knowledge, or perhaps because he had evolved to a certain extent,
Void Mist Sea, which had originally required Ling Wuyuan's real-time remote control, gradually developed a very rudimentary form of intelligence.
An intelligence originating from Ling Wuyuan's nature.
As the main body,
Ling Wuyuan could clearly judge that this so-called intelligence was, at most, a special extension of his own consciousness—a rudimentary intelligence specifically born from a ravenous beast in order to feed more conveniently.
In essence,
it could entirely be described as some of Ling Wuyuan's feral thoughts, suppressed by rational thinking, using Void Mist Sea, his clone,
to reveal themselves to the outside world.
Regarding this,
he did not have much of an opinion. He even felt that it was quite all right.
When all was said and done,
constantly suppressing his feral instincts was not a good thing.
Being able to vent them through Void Mist Sea was absolutely a very good choice.
However.
Although he was quite satisfied with the current state of affairs, as time continued