Imperial Crown (IV)

To this day, Zhou Zhi had no way of knowing what Twenty-Three had been thinking when she opened the door to this new era.

With the restrictions removed, all manner of pestilences and Plague Exterminators had taken the stage.

The only thing he could be certain of was that Twenty-Three had always wanted her ability, [Genetics], to merge with his [Cells], creating the strongest Plague Exterminator: [True Cells].

"The Insect Organization... cadres at the Human Dragon level. After a thousand years of erosion, less than one-tenth of their strength remains."

"Still, their minds contain many lost Plague Extermination Arts. To them, these were treasures of the Six Nations—things they could never forget, even in death."

Zhou Zhi reined in his emotions and stepped over the corpses.

He walked into the disease mist.

The strange disease mist seemed endless.

Everything within Zhou Zhi's sight was a deathly pale scene.

At the same time, Zhou Zhi's body was undergoing uncontrollable pathogenization.

Yet Zhou Zhi had not even found the source of the pathogenization.

Is this what the progenitor level is like?

Zhou Zhi could now contend against a Human Dragon with the power of [True], but he knew full well that to face someone Above Human Dragon, he first had to step into the Human Dragon realm and condense his art domain.

He had no idea how long he walked.

Some corpses appeared on the ground.

They lay scattered across the ground—at least several hundred of them—and among them were even the corpses of strange pestilences.

They stood before an enormous temple.

Their heads faced toward the temple, as though they yearned for something with unwillingness and desperation.

"Is this the place?"

Zhou Zhi raised his hand slightly.

He refreshed the various cells within his body.

He sensed the pathogenization around him.