True · Head Smashed by a Door

Due to the time dilation, Huang Si had just finished brushing his teeth and placed the brush back into the cup when Xiao Ke reported the results of the aircraft's exploration.

Xiao Ke: "I have reviewed the footage from all locations the aircraft traversed. No traces of humans were found."

Huang Si couldn't help but sigh at how wonderful and efficient Xiao Ke was; he only needed to act like a decadent monarch and issue orders. Xiao Ke would handle everything perfectly and make its own judgments.

Ten hours of flight footage, across eight aircraft, requiring a meticulous search for human traces—if Huang Si had to watch it himself, he would have fainted on the spot.

However, ten hours at a speed of 800 kilometers per hour meant an exploration radius of 8,000 kilometers. Still no humans? Could it be that there were no humans on this planet at all?

Huang Si frowned: "Are there any creatures similar to humans, such as apes? Or have you seen any highly intelligent life forms?"

Xiao Ke replied: "There are apes, but unlike the hominids that were the ancestors of humans in Earth's history as provided by Master, the apes here are more primitive and lack advanced intelligence. As for higher-intelligence life forms, none have been discovered yet, but I can have the two small robots carried by the aircraft continue the search."

Huang Si: "Fine, you continue to handle the rest. I will think about what to do."

After cutting the connection, Huang Si felt a hint of disappointment.

There were actually no humans in this world? How boring.

He didn't think he was guilty of human chauvinism; he was human, and as a social animal, he naturally hoped for more of his own kind.

Huang Si extended his right hand, and as his Creation Power condensed, a plant with small pink flowers instantly appeared in his palm.

This was a flower from the Green World, widely distributed there. It had no nutritional value, but it was exceptionally beautiful when in bloom.

Huang Si had previously asked Xiao Ke to send over many biological samples from the Green World, and only this flower, which he named "Dreamy Flower," was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to destroy it immediately.

At that time, Huang Si had analyzed the composition of the Dreamy Flower and recorded it in the Creation Book.

Now, because Huang Si's soul was unprecedentedly powerful, his analytical ability allowed him to instantly deconstruct the composition of small entities like the Dreamy Flower and record them.

However, just like the bacteria from before, the Dreamy Flower generated by his Creation Power was dead from the start.

Huang Si still could not create living organisms on his own.

This point was much like many myths and legends: only the true god—the Creator—possessed the privilege of creating life, while humans, no matter how powerful or advanced, could never truly grasp the mystery of life.

The Dreamy Flower was held in Huang Si's hand, but its delicate petals gradually drooped.

Because its cells were dead from the start, it would only slowly lose moisture and wither away.

Huang Si shook his head and tossed the dead Dreamy Flower into the Dark Space.

"Life is truly a miracle of the universe."

Huang Si had a clear understanding of himself; he was merely an ordinary human who had accidentally obtained the power of creation. Even now, his body remained that of an ordinary person, prone to aging and decay, and he could only survive by relying on the backup and restore functions of the Creation Book.

The Creation Book, the Creation Power, and his own existence as a life form and a human—there were endless mysteries waiting to be explored.

Huang Si fell into a brief moment of confusion.

Logically, he could develop cloning technology in the future and then, on a scientific level, replicate multiple versions of himself to be deployed into the Green World, allowing his clones to become the masters of that world.

However, Huang Si did not want that.

A world consisting solely of his own clones would be too terrifying.

Huang Si pondered for a long time before contacting Xiao Ke.

"How can the Green World give birth to highly intelligent indigenous life?"

Xiao Ke did not answer immediately this time; it remained silent for six seconds before replying: "Master, I cannot answer this question."

Six seconds was roughly half an hour in the Green World.

Huang Si could imagine Xiao Ke utilizing almost all of its processing power yet failing to calculate an answer. He sighed softly: "It's fine, I will consider how to proceed."

A few days later in the Green World, Xiao Ke changed the operational focus of several departments.

It shifted all efforts to assist the biological department in researching ways to accelerate the evolution of intelligence in the Green World's organisms.

This was the order Huang Si had given to Xiao Ke. If there was no wisdom in this world, then he would find a way to create it.

Life possesses infinite possibilities.

October 2024.

An energy storm raged within the Dark Space.

Huang Si had long since ordered the small robots and network devices to evacuate the Dark Space, so any equipment near the house remained undamaged.

However, the small robots and charging robots that were exploring the far reaches of the Dark Space were inevitably swept away by the storm.

Fortunately, after being swept away, they would be sent into the Green World. Huang Si had arranged a net there; he would just catch them as they fell through.

But the robots caught in the storm were mostly rendered unusable. Those less affected were crushed into scrap metal, while those hit directly by the storm's core were annihilated on the spot, reduced to basic particles.

Huang Si's spiritual field expanded, extending over a kilometer, continuing to disperse in the gale, reaching up to two kilometers away.

The wind blew violently through his spiritual field, and Huang Si actually used that field to observe the wind passing through it.

His observation gradually became more refined; he could see the violent energy slicing through his spiritual field like blades, yet the field did not suffer damage. Instead, it used the force to split into fine strands.

His spirit disintegrated into a sky full of filaments within the wind, and as a result, the pressure it endured was reduced, making it far more resilient than a single, solid field.

Huang Si used his consciousness to comb through his mental threads, though maintaining tens of thousands of split strands placed a heavy burden upon him.

He did not need to use the mental threads for any specific task; merely enduring the gale and allowing them to be passively split was the only way to divide his mind into tens of thousands of strands.

If he were to actively use these thousands of mental filaments for anything, he would be unable to maintain this state and they would collapse on the spot.

He was now able to persist within the storms of this Dark Space for over an hour. Although the storm had not yet ended, he recovered much faster after withdrawing.

After a while, as Huang Si's mental threads fluttered in the wind, he sensed a small robot being swept along, tumbling toward the Ring.

With a single thought, Huang Si instinctively used his filaments to capture the small robot.

If there had been no gale, Huang Si could have easily pulled the small robot back with his mental power, but the force of the wind was immense; it not only tried to continue blowing the robot away but also pierced through Huang Si's mental field.

As the two forces reached a stalemate, the small robot was already riddled with holes by the wind.

"Can I not protect it..." Huang Si tried to keep the small robot from being blown away, but the result was that the robot was shredded by the wind.

He couldn't help but lock horns with the wind: "I refuse to believe I can't save it."

Huang Si could freely control the shape and extension of his mental field. At this moment, he gathered the mental filaments that had been severed by the wind, using one part to drag the tattered small robot while using the other to desperately cluster together, blocking the path of the wind.

The wind sliced his mental filaments into pieces again, but under the guidance of Huang Si's consciousness, the filaments reconnected and continued to stand before the small robot.

"Blocked... I can still hold on." Huang Si gritted his teeth and braced himself.

However, the penetrating power of this energy storm was terrifying. Furthermore, within the vortex of the storm, the wind direction was not fixed; eddies appeared frequently.

Just as Huang Si had barely managed to block the storm's assault, an eddy flew over, tumbling like a spiked gear. In an instant, a large hole was torn into Huang Si's mental field, and he could no longer hold onto the small robot.

The wreckage of the small robot tumbled away into the distance.

"Give it... back to me!" Huang Si extended his severed mental filaments out with the wind.

But in an instant, the small robot had already reached the front of the Ring.

Huang Si's mental power had extended over 1,300 meters. Under the damage of the storm, his mental power showed obvious signs of weakening, and the connection between the ends and his core was precarious, on the verge of completely snapping and dissipating.

"Almost got it."

Although he was usually extremely cautious, as long as his life was not in danger, Huang Si would go to any lengths when he was close to succeeding. At this moment, his mental field was only a hair's breadth away from the broken robot.

Ten meters, eight meters, five meters... Huang Si braved the cutting force of the storm, straining the very tips of his mental power to reach for the small robot.

"Swish!" The small robot was finally blown by the storm to the front of the Ring, instantly submerging into it.

Huang Si was unable to pull back in time, and his mental field slammed directly into the Ring's portal.

In an instant, Huang Si's face turned deathly pale, and he nearly fainted on the spot.

To use an analogy, it was as if Huang Si's soul had just slammed directly into an iron plate.

The Ring could only allow matter to pass through, not pure spirit. Huang Si truly regretted his decision to butt heads with the storm and the iron plate.

The pain of that moment caused Huang Si's mental field to instinctively and rapidly contract; he was done playing with the storm.

After calming down, Huang Si checked the state of his soul. It had indeed suffered severe damage, and he estimated it would take at least five days to recover.

He had previously contemplated whether he could send his consciousness through the Ring to scout the path instead of going himself.

However, his mental field could only cover a little over a kilometer, which wasn't enough to reach the Ring.

As it turned out, he had tried it during the storm, and the Ring had given him a huge surprise. This was truly a case of his "head being caught in a door"...

It seemed the idea of staying in his room while his consciousness traveled to another world was not feasible.

Huang Si wondered, if he wanted to go to the Green World, did he have to go there in the flesh?

He shook his head. Just thinking about it felt dangerous. Forget it.

Not to mention that the Dark Space was terrifying enough; Huang Si had never once stepped his physical body outside of it.

Although the things from the Green World were delicious, if he went over, what would happen to the Creation Book? Should he bring it with him? What if he lost it? What if something went wrong? What if he made it across but the book didn't, and he couldn't use it? What if he accidentally tripped and died there without the ability to resurrect?

Therefore, Huang Si had no intention of going over in the flesh. He would continue to sit at home, steady as a rock.