A lecture?
Li Ziran almost laughed when he heard the word. What surprised him even more was that this seemingly unfathomable old man had followed the lunatics on the Red Soil Continent and joined the Li Ziran Association.
Judging by his worried expression, he seemed to be racking his brains over Li Ziran's organ transplantation theory.
Of course, without joining the association, he couldn't have received word of Li Ziran's request for a Light Organ so quickly.
Still, something puzzled him. Even now, he hadn't managed to gauge the old man's true capabilities. There was certainly more to him than met the eye.
"Sorry, I don't have that much time." That was the honest truth. Researching the Light Spell was secondary; his most important task now was laying the foundation for his embryo.
An embryo didn't form on its own. An egg had to combine with materials to form a spore, and he needed to choose suitable materials for his first body.
Since he wanted to cultivate a Primordial Elf, the materials naturally had to come from elves. Without question, elves with ancient bloodlines were the best choice.
The ideal mother would be the elf queen. After all, she offered the best quality. But obtaining an egg from her would be no easy task. She wasn't going to lie down and let him cut open her belly to retrieve one.
So he needed a plan. After gathering everything, he would also have to study the records on Primordial Elves in detail, determine from ancient texts which element was the key to their development, and identify the connections and structures of their internal organs.
Even once all of that was ready, he would still have to incorporate the Puppet Curse, then transplant some of the special organs he had on hand.