At the sight, a sorrowful expression appeared on the old man's face.
Tong Yan waved a hand, and a plastic bag parted, revealing a human body.
The moment he entered the cave abode, he had examined it with his Divine Sense and confirmed that all these bags contained biochemical humans. Their appearances were similar and nearly perfect, but their internal structures were utterly different, taking all manner of strange forms. Some leaned toward machinery, some toward internal cultivation; in some, every biological cell had been replaced with a kind of spirit-stone material, while others had become walking weapons entirely.
Having guessed part of the truth, he asked, "Are these all Shen Yunmai's spare bodies?"
The old man lowered his head and said, "Since they're bodies, anyone can use them."
Tong Yan fell silent for a while, understood the whole truth, and felt a great deal of pity for that fellow named Shen Yunmai.
With the information Mr. Dan had provided, he knew Shen Yunmai's story very well.
In the legends of the Galaxy Alliance, Shen Yunmai was a young lord of mysterious origins and incomparable nobility. Who could have imagined that his cultivation, his studies, his bodily modifications-all his efforts to advance the evolution of life, even his entire life itself-were nothing more than an experiment, ultimately waiting for his own father to pluck its delicious fruit?
Aboveground, beside the fountain, the old man in the bamboo hat sat on the bench with his head lowered, saying nothing.
Tong Yan looked at the plastic bags hanging from the cave ceiling and said nothing either.
He trusted that his judgment and calculations were correct. Perhaps there was no alarm clock here, but someone like Shen Yunmai would certainly have left himself a thread of survival. The question was, where was that