Another hundred years passed.
On this day, Benjamin was bent over his workbench, focused on researching the Temporary Animation Technique.
The tabletop was piled with a thick stack of experimental records, nearly reaching the ceiling, looking like a solid wall.
As he flipped through the records, he used his spiritual power to observe this animated test tube carrying samples back and forth between the Incubation Tanks and the reagent racks. This was not the original one.
The original test tube had long since made its home on the Black Giant Priest's shoulder, blending in with the most senior transport team in the main laboratory and becoming half an unofficial member.
This one was the thirty-seventh batch of test subjects he had specially animated to control the variables.
It took tiny little steps, moving far more smoothly than the first batch.
Whenever it passed an Incubation Tank, it would even pause instinctively, rise onto its tiptoes, and peer inside... though it had no eyes.
The corner of Benjamin's mouth twitched slightly as he watched it carry samples with such a solemn expression.
Just as he was about to record this batch's behavioral deviations, an exceedingly subtle tremor suddenly surged up from the depths of his Spirit Sea.
It was like a puzzle that had slept for thousands of years slowly turning over in the depths of his consciousness, finally snapping its last piece perfectly into place. Benjamin paused and lifted his gaze from the experiment.
Without hesitation, he set down the experimental records in his hand, rose, left the laboratory, passed through the teleportation array, and made his way into the cosmic space beyond the Purgatory Sulfur Plane's continent.
The universe was silent and vast.
There was no wind, no gravity, nor any other needless interference—only the faint light cast by