Good fellow.
Fu Qingjun felt that his action was somewhat unconventional,
"The opposing race is obviously terrifying, adept at handling mist, cultivating Spirit Palaces, infecting with mutated pests, roaches, beasts, nameless horrors..."
Sitting in the laboratory, Fu Qingjun organized and collected the information.
Under the sea, a cavern had already been opened, with no water flow around, just a wet area.
The area wasn't desolate.
There was a small celestial gate nearby, and a Nascent Soul Stage expert lived in an ancient secluded underwater mansion.
Fu Qingjun sat on the chair, his expression calm, tapped the table,
"They're not Earthlings, they don't breathe oxygen, can move in outer space, and their skin can withstand cosmic radiation."
"These are the advantages of this alien race!"
"I must inherit them all, ideally integrating some advantages from various races to amplify them, making mist more infectious, Divine Blood's kin more terrifying."
