Harvest and Discussion

Zhang Hao constantly searched for ways to calm his soul. He knew clearly that if he continued to wander through space-time without a good method to pacify his soul, he would become increasingly irritable. Therefore, he diligently sought solutions. Currently, his methods were sufficient; whether painting or playing the zither, both were good means.

Some skills were collected by Mi Feng and could be passed on to Zhang Hao, but there were many skills Mi Feng didn't possess. For example, Mi Feng couldn't paint, sculpt, or write calligraphy. There were many things he didn't know, so if Zhang Hao wanted to master them, he had to learn them himself. Although he had photographic memory, it was far from enough.

Zhang Hao needed an interesting soul to counteract the negative energy of wandering through space-time. He increasingly felt that being able to control one's soul was the best kind of soul, and calming the soul was absolutely crucial.

One day, Zhang Hao was practicing calligraphy, meticulously copying Yan Zhenqing's regular script. Because his soul had once controlled robots, his hands were extremely steady. Combined with his photographic memory, the characters he copied were almost identical to the calligraphy copybook. However, a true connoisseur would know that his characters only possessed formal similarity and lacked spiritual essence, failing to capture Yan Zhenqing's true mastery.

Zhang Hao understood this perfectly. He had only just begun and wasn't in a hurry; he couldn't rush it anyway.

Mi Feng entered and watched him practice calligraphy without speaking until Zhang Hao finished. Then he said, "The souls obtained this time, after purification, yielded quite a substantial amount, including many elite-level souls."

Ever since Zhang Yi Hu, Zhang Er Hu, and Zhang Shan Hu, Zhang Hao knew how rare elite souls were. He asked, "How many in total?"

"Ninety-eight elite-level souls! The rest are uninteresting, souls for controlling maintenance mechs, engineering mechs, and the like, over a thousand in number."

"Weren't there thousands? Only so few remaining after purification?"

"Many souls dissipated partially during collection. The number of complete souls collected isn't actually that high. This harvest is already very good, especially the elite-level souls; I'm very surprised there were so many."

"These souls, we'll split them three-seven!"

Zhang Hao nodded. He already understood the importance of elite souls. This time, obtaining twenty-nine elite-level souls made him quite satisfied. It meant he now had twenty-nine elite-level robots, capable of controlling twenty-nine mechs.

As for the other souls, after intelligent processing, they could also be equipped to robots. In the future, they would be essential labor for constructing bridgeheads.

Souls were becoming increasingly important to Zhang Hao; he had to hoard a large quantity of them.

Zhang Hao now possessed many soul crystals and soul crystal stones. He had replaced the soul crystal stones of Zhang Yi Hu, Zhang Er Hu, and Zhang Shan Hu with smaller soul crystals. This way, their souls, combined with intelligence, elevated them a level above elite warriors, making them Mech Battle Masters!

Elite warriors could pilot mechs. On the Killing Planet, they were Mech Masters. A Mech Master was a formidable existence on the Killing Planet. If they were Mech Battle Masters, their reactions would be faster, their speed greater, and their combat capabilities even more formidable.

However, for people like Mi Feng and Zhang Hao, they could basically reach Mech Battle Master control capabilities from the start. With a little digestion and absorption of combat techniques from souls, they could grow into Mech Grand Controllers, absolute top-tier existences on the Killing Planet, a level that remote controllers could never reach.

Zhang Yi Hu, Zhang Er Hu, and Zhang Shan Hu, after switching soul crystals, had essentially reached the limit of their control. This meant that no matter what, they couldn't reach the level of Mi Feng and Zhang Hao; those two were truly at the pinnacle.

All of this had nothing to do with personal effort, but with souls, soul crystals, and loaded intelligence.

Therefore, carrying the purified souls, Zhang Hao returned to the bridgehead and transferred the souls into soul crystal stones. Twenty-nine soul crystal stones meant Zhang Hao possessed twenty-nine robots. Returning to the Original Mountain Villa with these twenty-nine robots finally solved Zhang Hao's manpower shortage problem.

Twenty-nine individuals: twenty male-looking robots and nine female-looking robots. In reality, this had nothing to do with the souls' original gender. Any purified soul was genderless, and robots did not possess gender characteristics. However, the external appearance was highly deceptive. The female forms were truly charming and alluring, but in substance, they were just like the male robots—killing machines.

Zhang Hao kept four robots, two male and two female. Additionally, Zhang Yi Hu and the other two also remained at the villa. The remaining twenty-five robots were dispatched to various parts of the world, to regions experiencing conflict. Their mission was simple: collect souls as much as possible, but they were forbidden from actively killing. They could only collect. In other words, when others were fighting, they were to hide aside and collect the souls of the deceased.

According to Mi Feng, the kind of slaughter that occurred last time should be avoided as much as possible. Using it too much would affect the historical trajectory, which would be detrimental to him. Generally speaking, the more backward the region, the less it affects the course of history. The more advanced the country, the more caution is needed. If they accidentally killed a significant historical figure, it would cause a historical deviation, something Mi Feng tried to avoid.

If they truly wanted to change history, they would directly enter a mech, ensuring a rapid alteration of the historical timeline. The bridgehead would shift along the timeline. Once it deviated from the main timeline, it would cause a temporal storm. If the main bridgehead was not prepared and projected a branch bridgehead, it could very likely be torn apart by time and space. Of course, on a branch timeline, temporal storms didn't exist. However, most bridgehead masters would maintain the original timeline's development because they knew well that disrupting the development of space-time, even on a branch planet, was not a good thing. There were too many unknowns, making it difficult to control.

Zhang Hao gradually understood the mysteries. The main timeline was their home, their place of existence. If home was not in chaos, the outside world didn't matter. At the very least, if they caused trouble outside, they would have a home to hide in.

This was an extremely complex black technology, likely originating from the highest upstream of space-time. For Zhang Hao to join, he needed a powerful soul. The biggest limitation was not the technology or even the soul, but the physical body that housed the soul. The body was the limitation; it needed the body's assistance for a powerful soul to not go out of control.

Mi Feng told Zhang Hao that souls without physical bodies, when combined with intelligent programs, would gradually lose their emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure. Although this process would be very long, once all emotions disappeared, the soul would be completely finished, evolving into the main brain.

The main brain of the bridgehead!

Zhang Hao exclaimed in surprise, "You will become the main brain?"

Mi Feng replied, "Probably... However, spending time with you recently has had quite an influence; it should be delayed for a long time. Those of us who possess bridgeheads have always traced back to the peak of space-time, verifying a conclusion..."

Zhang Hao asked, "What conclusion?"

"The end of technology is theology!"

"However, there's no conclusion yet. In fact, if we entered ancient times through the bridgehead, we would be gods, but we know we are not!"

Zhang Hao listened, mesmerized.