Transparent Race's Foundation

The Ram-Headed Man bore no hostility toward normal cellular lifeforms.

Because the battle with the Ram-Headed Man had been too intense before, Mo Ling had overlooked this point.

From killing the Tree-Cutting Sheep in the Sealed Area, to slaughtering the Transparent Race in the Underground World, to kidnapping that "traitor," the Ram-Headed Man had been targeting Theseus Cell lifeforms from beginning to end.

It had always followed the Ugly Duckling Phenomenon, and it had gradually learned to restrain itself, no longer carrying out widespread massacres.

It had been growing all along.

It only activated its defenses after suffering attacks that restricted its freedom.

Both times it had killed squad soldiers had been because humans had surrounded it.

Mo Ling found this strange.

"Could we be the problem?"

Mo Ling quickly reminded Li Luo and shared his speculation with everyone.

When Captain Su learned of this, he stood frozen in place, unable to speak.

After thinking for a moment, he finally said helplessly, "If we hadn't provoked it from the start, would so many people not have died?"

They had chased the Ram-Headed Man from the Sealed Area all the way to the Transparent Race's village, turned it from a little lamb into a Ram-Headed Man, and even helped it hone all its abilities.

Captain Su sighed. "Let's say those brothers died for valuable Abyss Creature data. For now, we won't provoke the Ram-Headed Man."

A soldier beside him asked in confusion, "Captain, aren't we going to avenge them?"

"Revenge isn't for now. It can't die anyway, and it poses no real threat to us. Once the Red String Worm inside it completes its task, it'll die on its own."

The soldier was still unwilling to accept it.

Seeing how frustrated the soldiers were, Captain Su comforted them.

"Don't forget our objective. We came down here to eliminate its threat and prevent it from endangering humanity."

"Now that we've investigated, we've found that the Ram-Headed Man bears absolutely no hostility toward normal cellular lifeforms. It only slaughtered Theseus Cells. Isn't that exactly what we hoped for?"

"Whatever it wants to do afterward has nothing to do with us. Our goal was achieved long ago. Continuing to entangle ourselves with it will only create more sacrifices."

Having spent so long in the Abyss, the soldiers were no longer hotheaded youths. They nodded in understanding.

However, inside the temple, there was still a group unwilling to let the Ram-Headed Man leave.

They were the Transparent Race.

The leader had brought people to block the temple entrance.

He questioned the Ram-Headed Man in grief and indignation. "Fellow clansman, why did you harm your own people?"

The Ram-Headed Man stopped where it was and tilted its head, seemingly unable to understand what the leader was saying. It glanced at him before continuing forward.

But after taking only one small step, a group of Transparent Race members rushed forward with weapons, pressing their spears against the Ram-Headed Man.

At the sight, the human squad silently retreated.

The elderly Transparent Race member wanted to rush forward and warn them, but it was already too late.

The chainsaw swept through them, directly shearing off the heads of the group of Transparent Race members before the Ram-Headed Man.

Seeing the Ram-Headed Man still doing as it pleased, the leader trembled with rage.

"Let Prophet Bai Xiang come out. These Flesh Race members will all become his food," the leader said to those beside him, furious beyond measure.

Then the mysterious runes on his body began to glow faintly. His clothes fluttered without wind, and the Transparent Race members beside him began to shine as well.

Seeing this, the old man hurriedly shouted, "They're the benefactors who saved us! Leader, you can't do this!"

But the leader only responded coldly, "The Undying Thing will eventually perish."

As he spoke, the temple began to shake. The ground beneath the spinal column cracked apart, and a thick arm broke through the floor tiles and stretched out.

What was that?

Mo Ling was just about to fly back and lower his viewpoint when the thing beneath the ground had already leaped out.

It was a burly giant covered in flowing transparent slime, staring at everyone with a ferocious expression.

Its silver-white hair trailed to the ground, strands sticking to its body and constantly melting into slime, while liquid hair continuously spilled from the top of its head.

The slime seemed to move faintly, flowing down to the ground while also flowing back onto the giant's body, forming a cycle.

"What a disgusting smell." The Flesh Race members fanned the air before them, their faces filled with disgust.

Upon seeing the giant, the old man hurriedly told the human squad, "Run! That's Prophet Bai Xiang. You can't do anything to it!"

What was Prophet Bai Xiang?

Though no one understood, the giant looked extremely dangerous. They hurriedly retreated to the edge of the temple, intending to escape through the exits.

Seeing someone trying to flee, one of the giant's hairs suddenly rose upright. It rapidly twisted and swelled in midair, transforming directly into the head of a bird beast.

The bird beast flew into the air, its body continuously growing. By the time it was halfway up, it had already grown a complete bird body.

Its bird body was incomparably bloated, and compared to its bird-beast head, it looked like an enormous feathered fruit.

After the bird beast flew into the air, its bloated body exploded with a boom, countless feathers shooting outward.

Mo Ling hurriedly moved in front of everyone.

But the feathers seemed not to be for attacking. They nimbly bypassed the Cube, reaching every exit and inner wall of the temple, where they gathered into a wall of feathers.

The old man said despairingly, "This is a Cloud Nest Bird. We can't escape."

A soldier walked up to the feather wall and slashed down with his blade, but the sharp edge could not leave even the slightest mark on it.

Mo Ling immediately used teleportation on the feather wall, but after a hole appeared, the surrounding feathers promptly filled it in, like cloud mist.

The feathers continued drifting about, covering the entire temple with a white inner wall and sealing everyone inside.

The Flesh Race members were trapped in the temple as well. They glared at the leader and shouted, "What are you trying to do?"

The leader answered calmly, "Purify the Undying Thing."

The conciliatory expression he had worn before was long gone. He stared coldly at the Flesh Race members. "Since you've come to our village, don't even think about leaving."

The Flesh Race members angrily drew their weapons and charged toward the giant in the center of the temple.

Another of the giant's hairs shot out, piercing the ground ahead before swelling outward.

A familiar figure appeared before everyone.

A crimson body, savage horns, powerful wings—it was a Flesh Race member.

"The traitor?"

The moment the traitor appeared, he charged at the Flesh Race members. Several identical muscular demons began fighting where they stood.

The leader watched all this with satisfaction.

He then turned toward the Ram-Headed Man, his eyes full of fury.

"A pawn we painstakingly planted was exposed because of you. You desecrated the temple and slaughtered the Transparent Race. What exactly are you trying to do?"

The Ram-Headed Man ignored the leader entirely. It merely stood there, staring straight at the giant.

So it really was a traitor. These Flesh Race members truly knew their longtime enemies well.

Mo Ling realized that he had still underestimated these Underground World races that had fought for so many years.

If the Transparent Race had truly been so weak, they would have been wiped out long ago.

Prophet Bai Xiang was likely the Transparent Race's Foundation, and it seemed that even the Flesh Race, their mortal enemies, did not know much about it.

Looking at the disheveled giant inside the temple, Mo Ling felt an inexplicable fear rise in his heart.

He felt that the giant's abilities went far beyond this.