Meanwhile, countless ambitious schemers and power-hungry ninja watched mortals transform into false gods on the Sky Screen. Their eyes burned with envy, and they longed to take their place.
Mortals could actually steal divine power through experiments, forge immortal divine bodies, and pass down god-tier bloodlines!
This was the immortality and transcendence countless people dreamed of!
Of everyone watching, the most excited, obsessed, and restless was Orochimaru, who lived hidden in the shadows and had spent his entire life pursuing truth and immortality.
He stared fixedly at the entire Winged God experiment on the Sky Screen. His pale face was deep in thought, his narrow eyes flickering constantly as he murmured to himself.
"So that's how it works..."
"Physical modification, divine body transplants, bloodline reconstruction... they can only grant superficial power..."
"The laws that truly belong to gods cannot be replicated, tested, or stolen by human means."
"So how does one comprehend those laws?"
He fell silent for a long time before the corners of his taut mouth slowly curled into a smile of utter fanaticism.
"That's more like it... now that's interesting."
"If immortality, godhood, and transcendence could be replicated so easily, there would be no challenge at all."
"Every supreme power in this world must demand an equivalent price."
At the thought of the fallen Winged God's remains from beyond the heavens, that complete divine body and divine bloodline, Orochimaru's eyes blazed with a frightening intensity.
"A god's body... experimental material from a god beyond the heavens... what perfect, supreme research material..."
"Henry, oh, Henry. Though you met a miserable end and died with bitter regrets, your life was still worth living."
"To dissect a divine body with your own hands, study divinity, and replicate divine power... countless researchers could only dream of such an opportunity."
Orochimaru kept