Cancerous Cells Created in Experiment, Unexpected Change Difficult to Find

A cold touch made Haotian shudder violently. He stiffly turned his head, only to find no one behind him.

Inside the laboratory, only the flickering lights and the soft clinking of bottles and jars could be heard.

He took a deep breath and placed the test tube in his hand back onto the rack.

"I'm probably just too tired," he chuckled self-deprecatingly, rubbing his tired eyes.

It had been three days. He had practically locked himself in this rudimentary laboratory, working tirelessly to research the cells of White Zetsu.

Scalpels, tweezers, microscopes – these crude instruments were far from sufficient for his needs, but he persevered, peeling back the secrets of White Zetsu layer by layer with astonishing willpower.

He first extracted some of his own cell samples and compared them with the cells of White Zetsu.

Under the crude microscope, the difference between the two types of cells was immediately apparent. His own cells were arranged in an orderly fashion, full of vitality; whereas the White Zetsu cells appeared bizarre. Their vitality was excessively vigorous, as if they would devour everything around them at any moment.

"As expected, White Zetsu is different from ordinary people," Haotian muttered, a glint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

"To don the guise of Ghidorah, one must first awaken it, and awakening it requires a massive and stable Chakra generator. White Zetsu, or rather the God Tree, its vigorous life force, isn't that precisely what I need?" He clenched his fist.

He began to study the White Zetsu cells with even greater focus, analyzing their structure, properties, and how they absorbed energy. He calmly recorded every piece of data, every detail, like an experienced surgeon.

The pungent smell of formaldehyde permeated the laboratory, but Haotian seemed oblivious. His eyes were fixed only on the cells writhing under the microscope, as if they held endless secrets, drawing him to explore further.

Suddenly, his gaze fell upon the corpse of White Zetsu. "Perhaps..." he murmured, picking up a scalpel and approaching the cold body.

Haotian held his breath. The sharp scalpel sliced through the cold body of White Zetsu. A strange resistance came from the blade, as if cutting through a highly resilient material. Where the blade passed, no blood splattered, only a slightly viscous white liquid slowly seeped out. A faint, sweet, fishy odor filled the air, mixing with the smell of formaldehyde to create a nauseatingly strange aroma.

He cut off a small piece of tissue and carefully placed it in a petri dish.

He leaned against the cold wall, tiredly rubbing his temples. In the practical exercise a few days ago, although his Nuclear Style clone had performed well, the gap compared to Morino Iruki's Wood Release clone was still too vast. The endurance and stability of the Nuclear Style clone were far from sufficient; often, the clone would dissipate on its own before the battle even ended. This problem had been plaguing him, making him lose sleep and appetite.

Placing the petri dish under the microscope, Haotian carefully observed the White Zetsu cells. To his shock, even though White Zetsu had been dead for a long time, these cells still maintained astonishing activity. They writhed slowly in the petri dish, like a group of tireless worker ants. This vigorous life force far surpassed even his own cells.

He felt something deep within him stir, an inexplicable sense of excitement surging through him. "This life force... if it could be used by me..." he murmured, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"But how can I control this almost frenzied life force?" He reached out to touch the cold microscope, his fingertips trembling slightly. "Perhaps..."

Haotian's gaze fell on the experimental log. A line of hurried handwriting caught his eye: "Cancer cells - infinite proliferation." He suddenly looked up. "Although cancer cells cause great harm to the organism, their terrifying proliferation ability and vitality..." he muttered, the scene of Morino Iruki controlling Wood Release clones in battle flashing through his mind, along with his own fleeting Nuclear Style clone.

"My Nuclear Style clone cannot rely solely on White Zetsu cells; that would only be imitation, never surpassing. The reason Wood Release clones are powerful is because they possess near-infinite life force, and White Zetsu cells, after all, are difficult to withstand the erosion of nuclear radiation for extended periods." His brow furrowed, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table, producing crisp sounds.

A bold idea gradually took shape in his mind. He picked up a scalpel. The sharp blade sliced across his arm, causing a sharp sting. Bright red blood slowly flowed from the wound. Enduring the pain, he placed a small piece of flesh and blood into a petri dish. "Let's try it with this!"

The cells in the petri dish began to change. The originally neatly arranged cells gradually twisted and deformed, spreading wildly like furiously growing vines. Haotian repeated the experiment again and again. Sweat soaked through his clothes, and fatigue washed over him like a tide, but he showed no signs of stopping.