Inside the giant robot, Corpse Witches rose like spring grass after a gust of wind swept across them.
Following their instincts in orderly fashion, they entered their respective rooms, went straight down the spiral passage, and arrived at a completely empty plaza.
This should have been where the intestines were, one of the widest areas inside the Giant's body. Because funds were limited, it was temporarily just a small plaza built from iron plates.
Its crudity did not matter. The Corpse Witches began arranging operating tables together, forming a distinctive assembly-line layout as they made the necessary preparations before surgery according to habit.
Every one of them carried out their work with rigor. Not a trace of emotion could be seen on those shriveled cheeks, yet that rigor was written across their faces at every moment.
This was exactly what Li Ziran needed.
The combination of Void Spirits and Corpse Witches was quite good. It gave the Corpse Witches a certain degree of initiative and flexibility. More importantly, through the Void Spirits' own hands-on surgical work, they could feed the details of the embryos back to Li Ziran.
The Void Spirit World had been created entirely according to Li Ziran's own ideas. Every surgery and dissection performed by the Void Spirits was based on Li Ziran's own understanding, so they could not bring him anything new. But now it was different. Li Ziran had released these Void Spirits to face real corpses just as he did. This way, they could feed back corpses of different races and different structures.
This was absolutely real.
Li Ziran had always believed that true skill was hammered out a thousand times over. Just like his Transformation Spell, without several thousand years of tempering, it could never have become as smooth as it was now.