Infinite Grafting

The old man looked helplessly at the giant. "I'm old. I've witnessed Prophet Bai Xiang's unstoppable power."

"You simply cannot comprehend its abilities. Wait, I'll plead with the leader again."

Hearing the old man's words, everyone realized how terrifying Prophet Bai Xiang was.

Yet a question arose in Mo Ling's mind.

Theseus Cell organisms actually had no transplant rejection?

Normal cellular organisms treated foreign organs as alien matter.

Once the immune system recognized them, the recipient would attack, destroy, and remove the foreign object, triggering an immune response.

But Theseus Cells cleverly avoided rejection because of their identical composition.

The Transparent Race had happened to discover this property and then exploited it to create "Bai Xiang."

They probably only knew of this property, not the principles behind it.

Could something produced through such forced grafting truly possess powerful abilities?

Mo Ling was deeply skeptical.

However, what happened next laid bare the power of this ancient war machine.

The traitor fighting the Flesh Race was soon beaten to the ground and turned back into a puddle of liquid.

The Flesh Race attacked Prophet Bai Xiang again.

Beating their wings, they flew into the air and charged the giant from all directions.

But Prophet Bai Xiang was not worried in the slightest. A liquid tentacle shot out from its left shoulder and transformed into a crimson deer head.

Golden light flickered in the deer's eyes, and a swarm of golden Flying Insects burst from its mouth, engulfing the Flesh Race members attacking from the left.

The moment the golden Flying Insects touched the Flesh Race's skin, flames erupted, reducing them to ashes.

Then the giant raised its right hand. It hardened directly into a thick vine commonly found throughout the Underground World.

With a swing of its body, the vine lashed toward the Flesh Race on the right.

The Flesh Race members who failed to dodge were bound by the vine, which clenched tight and instantly exploded them.

Some nimble Flesh Race members avoided the swinging vine, but Flower Buds suddenly bloomed from its tip.

Multicolored petals rapidly unfolded, and another Flower Bud grew from the center of each blossoming flower.

The Flower Buds bloomed over and over, one layered atop another.

But the flowers became increasingly bizarre, with strange biological skin and scales appearing on their petals.

The continuously blossoming cluster grew toward the Flesh Race members who had dodged aside, pursuing them through the air.

Realizing something was wrong, the Flesh Race hurriedly fled, but the Flower Buds closed in step by step.

A long, pitch-black needle suddenly shot from a flower's center and pierced a fleeing Flesh Race member.

After the slender needle entered his body, the Flesh Race member's eyes widened. He became paralyzed in midair, soon stopped moving, and fell to the ground.

His body began swelling irregularly.

Before long, his wings suddenly blackened and withered away, while a zipper-like slit appeared across his back.

Butterflies crawled out from the opening one after another, beating their wings as they flew into the sky.

The butterflies flew to the giant and merged into its liquid-like long hair.

The remaining Flesh Race members no longer dared act rashly and retreated far away.

The butterflies filling the sky were fantastical and beautiful, but no one had the heart to appreciate the sight.

Seeing this, the squad members warily retreated toward the edge of the temple, afraid the butterflies might touch them.

This was terrifying?

"This is Prophet Bai Xiang." The old man stared at the butterflies and muttered, "These are all organisms that the Hundred Aspects Army once grafted."

A soldier said in shock, "I've seen that kind of deer. It's called an Insect Deer. They raise many kinds of insects inside their bodies and use them to hunt for food. The longer they live, the more parasitic insects they carry."

The Transparent Race elder nodded. "It was once a Flesh Race creature. After being infected, it became a Transparent Race creature, and then Bai Xiang grafted it."

The soldier asked in confusion, "But what are those burning insects? I've never seen an Insect Deer with parasites like that."

"Water-Diving Moths. They are moths that carry intense heat, yet they love diving into water. We have them in our Sealed Area," another informed soldier explained.

What a hodgepodge.

Mo Ling stared at these creatures he had never seen before, his heart filled with shock.

Just how many organisms had Prophet Bai Xiang grafted?

A soldier asked the old man.

"All of them," the old man answered calmly. "Every known organism in the Underground World, from giant beasts to tiny insects, has been grafted."

"And this is not simple grafting, merely claiming biological limbs for its own use."

"Bai Xiang completely acquires the instinct to use these organisms' abilities. It can also briefly revive them, grant them consciousness, and have them fight enemies using their own abilities."

"Prophet Bai Xiang, which grafted the entire Hundred Aspects Army, has mastered the use of biological instincts to perfection."

As the old man spoke, the butterflies in the sky had already attacked the remaining Flesh Race members.

The butterflies gathered together. Some transformed into insects, others into serpent beasts, and they devoured the Flesh Race completely.

The butterflies also flew toward the Ram-Headed Men and the squad.

"Leader! Stop! We cannot repay kindness with ingratitude." The old man spread his arms before everyone. Though his entire body trembled, his voice was not soft at all.

"Those who betray friendship will suffer Goddess's Punishment!"

"Move." The leader spoke coldly. "This is war."

"Leader, indiscriminate slaughter will only lead us to the same fate as the Hundred Aspects Army. We seek to end this disaster; war is merely our means!"

The old man pleaded from the bottom of his heart.

But the leader ignored him. Butterflies circled past its body and flew toward the people behind him.

The old man spread his arms and wept bitterly amid the sea of butterflies.

Yet the massacre never came.

The butterflies flying through the air were vanishing one by one.

Mo Ling activated teleportation.

These butterflies were like natural targets. They flew slowly and were obvious targets.

Moreover, they did not dodge at all. Before reaching the crowd, they vanished into thin air.

Mo Ling directly teleported the slain butterflies back into Prophet Bai Xiang's body.

These completely dead cells could not be absorbed by Prophet Bai Xiang again after being teleported, instead becoming foreign matter within its body.

Thus, Prophet Bai Xiang's body began to swell, sprouting all kinds of strange fleshy lumps.

In the blink of an eye, all the butterflies near the crowd had been teleported away by Mo Ling.

More and more pustules appeared on Prophet Bai Xiang's body. It kept roaring, as though the pustules inside it caused immense pain.

But before long, the dead butterflies were rejected through Bai Xiang's skin, like insect corpses floating to the surface of water.

The dead butterflies fell to the ground and began turning into Transparent Liquid.

After expelling the butterflies, Bai Xiang's expression became even more savage as it glared viciously toward the crowd.

The skin on its hands began to ripple, as though it were preparing some move.