When Zhang Ming heard that Gangduo had reached the Spirit Limit, he offered his sincere congratulations. "Congratulations. Have you given any thought to breaking through to become a Transcendent?"
"Ah, it's difficult!" Gangduo shook his head helplessly, lowering his voice. "I'll be frank with you. Our Honggang Civilization studied Transcendents in the past."
"Over such a long history, there were always a few Spirit Limit Users who wanted to stake their lives on an attempt before dying naturally of old age."
"But in the end, every last one of them went insane."
"Ultimately, we still haven't found a bloodline that suits us... We don't know what would suit us."
The Macrosteel People's forging techniques were indeed formidable, but when it came to advanced biotechnology, particularly anything involving souls and bloodlines, they were completely in the dark, much like humanity.
The Snake People, on the other hand, had already gained some experience through their explorations.
Regardless of race, they first had to fuse with a bloodline and possess a strong idealist rule, then find a way to "control" it.
Thus, even if Zhang Ming told the Macrosteel People about Thought Anchoring, it would be meaningless, because they couldn't even accomplish the bloodline fusion step.
Well, humans found it just as difficult...
As they chatted, the group arrived at a magnificent assembly hall.
Its ceiling was a full hundred meters high, and its floor area was larger than eight sports fields combined. Representatives from over twenty civilizations had gathered inside.
They came in all shapes and sizes. Some resembled ladybugs, their bodies covered in tiny speckles; some resembled apes and stood over ten meters tall, like Tarzan; others looked like Pachycephalosauruses, with thick, rounded bony domes atop their heads that were clearly extremely hard.
"A total of twenty-three different civilizations have gathered