So this thing was actually an ancient machine? Long Yuan felt a chill in his heart. He did think it would make sense if it really was a machine. After all, this was a relic from the previous civilization. It was hard to imagine what kind of creature could have survived in this universe for billions of years alongside the ruins.
Of course, immortal cosmic leviathans and phantasmal beasts from the Void Realm really did exist in this world. But the lifespan of these wondrous animals, which were practically divine, remained a subject of endless debate. At least the scientific community refused to acknowledge that they—or rather, Them—could live for billions of years.
If it really was a machine, then its survival until now made perfect sense. At the very least, there were plenty of mechanical and quasi-mechanical artifacts dug out of Enlightener ruins that could still be activated.
But if that was the case, what was the biological response he had sensed just now through the Art of Divination?
Could there be something wrong with the Art of Divination his master had taught him? The thought crossed Long Yuan's mind, but he quickly dismissed it. He might have the face of a Tirillo, but he was conservative at heart and revered his sect as if it were divine. He would never doubt the secret art his master had passed down to him.
So I just haven't trained enough.
Long Yuan had just decided that he would increase his training once this battle was over when a nimble whip of light swept through the air, smashing half the drones to pieces like flies.
The remaining drones hurried into the air, relentlessly firing dense volleys of hive missiles toward the colossal shadow in the mist. Amid the churning waves stirred up