The tissue of his body separated and floated away in rectangular blocks, each ten meters long and weighing dozens of tons. In just a few breaths, Luo Qi transformed from a giant into an enormous black, openwork spherical device suspended in the air.
After all, he had not been human for many years. Handling his new body came naturally to Luo Qi.
The millions of Metal Race individuals on the horizon watched as though they had discovered a new world. They looked at the arms and legs they had acquired by imitating Shouyang's form. So their bodies could do this too.
Some accidentally launched their arms away. Others detached their heads and limbs from their torsos, essentially quartering themselves and demonstrating just how difficult controlling their bodies was. Still others had their bodies chasing their detached heads in circles. For a while, the scene descended into utter chaos...
The twelve Stellar Beings in the great hall sensed everything outside, including Shouyang's exquisite control over his body. Their previously silent electromagnetic communication resumed.
Yang Nine: "This push to yearn for deep space-is it Shouyang's wish, or that one's?"
Yang Six: "Neither is something we can interfere with. I have lived from the time four stars danced across the sky to the present, when only three remain. If... if the fourth star had never disappeared, that disastrous, profound darkness would never have descended, and our people would never have begun yearning for the stars..."
Yang Two: "Unfortunately, there are no ifs. We have been a collective since ancient times. Prepare to leave this planet. That one will not allow its body to split apart and be lost either..."
They all still remembered the night that descended ten thousand years ago, when a star that emitted endless radiance suddenly disappeared below the horizon,