Could it mean that the white sphere in Master's hand was...
Heng looked again at Zhou Kongming's palm.
This time, his "spirit image" was drawn by some unseen force. He no longer merely saw those densely packed white specks.
Instead, in a more direct fashion, he saw the essence of that white sphere.
Basketball-sized spheres glowing with faint white light covered the twisted, malformed limbs crisscrossing the planet's surface.
The sight made even him—whose way of thinking had gradually become more human—feel somewhat nauseated.
This was not a projection. It was a planet inhabited by an entire race, truly held in someone's palm!
Though he lacked the corresponding data to support it, such realization still rose within him.
Spatial compression technology...
And spatial compression technology capable of compressing an entire planet without loss!
"Master... amazing."
This technology had utterly exceeded his expectations.
Qixing's existing theories could not achieve this at all.
"The Frequency Star One Gene Bank is inside this planet. Later, I will open a spatial breach. You can arrange for people to enter and retrieve it."
"Yes!"
Since Master had said so, he only needed to do his utmost to cooperate.
It was just that the genes had been mutated into such a state—who knew whether any original samples remained.
If not, then...
Just as his thoughts turned.
He looked up, only to find Zhou Kongming calmly watching him.
Meeting that indifferent gaze, his heart involuntarily tightened.
"It seems you still do not understand."
With that sigh, Heng felt every shred of his spirit tightly bound within this body.
Then, an unknown energy he had never seen before rose around them.
Like light rising from the ground—keen-edged and dazzling!
It reminded him of Qixing Civilization's past, of the gleam reflected from those cold weapons.
Very quickly, Heng discovered