Soul, Born.

Su Qing'an stood before the cultivation pods with the blond man. Yellowish light was reflected in his eyes as he indifferently swept his gaze over the many bodies he had cultivated with his own hands. The white flowers inside the Soul Hall swayed, interweaving with the Black Abyss to form a complete authority, awaiting use later.

Otto was observing the data on the virtual panel.

According to the analysis results, the current Synthetic Humans were merely lifelike carbon-based puppets, and could not yet be defined as true lifeforms.

Yet with the help of the Black Abyss White Flower, every organ and body part of these Synthetic Humans had been cultivated to near perfection. Even the most precise testing data could not determine which part had gone wrong and caused the hearts in their chests to remain still.

The man maintained a rather complicated attitude toward this. This was the authority over life and death.

--Black Abyss White Flower.

As long as the person beside him was willing, all these Synthetic Humans could descend into the world in an extremely healthy, flawless state.

Although he did not know why the other party was not pursuing perfection in this matter, and even preferred to let the limited technology of the current era replace the authority's reproductive function during many experiments, Otto himself had no objections.

The situation was stronger than the individual.

At this moment, Otto's memories had been partially altered, and his understanding of the key aspects of the soul had been erased. Even so, he could not help placing faintly beautiful hopes in this experiment. To him, this was a road he needed to walk in order to verify certain things.

Therefore, Su Qing'an's willingness to assist with the Black Abyss White Flower was not a bad thing. As for