Yu Lian thought of the floating island covered in a jungle of biological batteries. Thinking about it now, the core of the Primarch Project—the Enlighteners' artifact known as the "Life Coffin"—must have been left in that little world.
"So that subspace doesn't belong to the Emperor?"
"Who knows? I've never been there. Maybe the Emperor's Domain of Strife fused with the coffin's functions, creating an independent subspace. It's not that strange." Yani shrugged.
"Brunhild clearly discovered this and found a way to use it. That makes perfect scientific sense. Then, of course, came the embryo's development and natural conception. Obviously, Brunhild doesn't want to restore the Primarch Project. She just wants to be a good mother. Oh, she really is that sort of person. She may look fierce, but deep down, she's the kind of girl who'd choose to play the mother when playing house."
Yu Lian parted his lips slightly, then found himself at a loss for words.
"Besides, she can be a mother as many times as she wants. She could have enough children to form an entire fleet, for all I care. Take a few shots at the genetic lottery, and maybe she'll give birth to a child of the cosmos who inherits all your talents and virtues. Even if nothing else, in less than ten years, several little brats with dragon faces will be clinging to your leg and calling you Daddy."
Yu Lian could only agree. "Uh... At least I can say for sure that Brunhild has nothing but contempt for the so-called Primarch Project."
"And the facts bear that out. The Empire spent many years on the project and only managed to create one Feifei, who was then whisked away by some blond from Earth."
So, was that blond me, or Feifei's great-grandfather, the