At that moment, the Myriad-Tentacled Monster's countless tentacles bent backward like hair, revealing a white humanoid body. This body was enormous, like a doll wrapped around a strange humanoid figure, which in turn wrapped around another person.
Because of the tentacles, the gigantic humanoid monster looked as though it had slicked-back hair. Its burly body stood in the Void as its powerful arms slowly extended forward. Layer after layer of white skin rolled back, until a severed arm broken into countless segments appeared in the Void.
Who am I?
Suddenly, the Myriad-Tentacled Monster felt a strange will burrow into its body like an earthworm. The next moment, a thought appeared in its mind.
Cultivators throughout All Heavens and Myriad Realms understood one fact very clearly: Eternal Silence Monsters were not living creatures. They were more like viral programs, without a sense of self and incapable of thought.
Questions such as Who am I? would never occur to an Eternal Silence Monster.
Even if some Eternal Silence Monsters behaved very much like living creatures, even displaying traits such as fearing death, they were actually merely operating according to their programming.
But now, the Myriad-Tentacled Monster was truly thinking.
As it thought, a vast amount of chaotic memories was instantly sifted out from its body. These memories were terribly fragmented, belonging to men and women, beasts and intelligent lifeforms.
Without exception, they were memories of extreme pain and negativity.
Though the Myriad-Tentacled Monster could not understand them, it still felt pain. It curled into a ball and let out a miserable howl.
In the distance, Baolide and the others aboard the spaceship looked at one another, unable to understand what was happening. However, Baolide immediately realized this was an opportunity.
He said, "The Myriad-Tentacled Monster must be in a weakened state right