Watching Chen Changsheng's actions, Pang Tong's face was filled with shock.
"How is this possible? Could it be that you don't have even the slightest desire to live..."
Halfway through, Pang Tong suddenly stopped, and the expression on his face became somewhat relieved.
"That's true. How could someone like you possibly have any desire to live?"
"But I really am curious—just how deep does your research into the Uncanny go?"
Turning the Round Ball over in his hand, Chen Changsheng muttered to himself.
"I have studied the Uncanny for a long time. What I know, you may not necessarily know."
"Before I tell you these answers, let me ask you a few questions first."
"Go ahead."
"Does the Uncanny possess intelligence?"
"No."
"Does the Uncanny with physical forms possess intelligence?"
"I'm not sure."
"What do you mean, you're not sure?"
Chen Changsheng tilted his head and glanced at Pang Tong.
Hearing this, Pang Tong frowned. "The Uncanny with physical forms only appeared during the Ancient Era."
"To reach that level, this special energy had to be concentrated to a certain extent."
"Other than that event in the Ancient Era, nothing like it ever happened again in the years that followed."
"According to the records, the Uncanny with physical forms possessed intelligence at first, but as time passed, their intelligence gradually disappeared."
"If that had not been the case, we would not have won back then."
Having received this answer, Chen Changsheng raised his head to observe the black energy inside the Round Ball, then spoke to himself.
"Very good. Your answer has completed the final puzzle piece in my exploration of the Uncanny."
"Now I can tell you in full what exactly the Uncanny is."
"After my long-term observation and research, the Uncanny is not immortal and indestructible."
"On the