The Moyun Mountain Range of the Stigma Continent, located in the central region of the Stigma Continent, is a range that, due to its distance from thriving cities, is rarely visited by people. The only inhabitants here are Warcraft of various levels.

However, few people know that this Moyun Mountain Range is not merely a wilderness, but also the research facility of a mysterious and powerful organization.

In the Stigma Continent, science, magic, and martial dao systems have almost developed concurrently. Powerful scientists have created mechanical equipment comparable to top-level martial artists, and some have integrated the genes of mighty creatures into their bodies through gene science.

As for magicians, although their bodies are relatively frail, they possess the strongest attack power. Under a top-level forbidden curse, an entire nation could be obliterated.

This place is a research facility for these three systems, aiming to integrate them into one.

No matter the civilization or universe, any organization that conducts experiments on human bodies becomes widely condemned because it threatens the lives of everyone, much like the Holy Church of Shadow on Haotian Continent.

Similarly, such an organization exists in this Stigma Continent, and their research is even more insane.

"How is it? How's the soul fusion experiment of the warcrafts going?" In the laboratory, a middle-aged man in strange attire was looking through a glass at an experiment.

It was a human martial artist fixed to an instrument, and around him floated tiny globules of light, each like a miniature doll-like creature the size of a fist.

"So far, we have integrated the souls of warcraft into human bodies, and combined them with the human soul, creating several powerful experimental subjects," said an old man who looked like a scientist. "So far, there hasn't been much physical reaction, and the Beast Soul Warriors we have created even have powers comparable to the Void Transformation Realm and even the God-breaking Realm, but..."

"But what?" The middle-aged man showed a displeased expression.

"But the Beast Soul Warriors we have created, due to the fusion of souls with the warcraft, if the warcraft's soul is weak, it gets directly dominated by the human, thus limiting the power exerted. But if the warcraft's soul is too strong, they lose the human way of thinking and logic, often entering a berserk state that we cannot control."

"What use is an uncontrollable Beast Soul Warrior, no matter how strong?" the middle-aged man scolded. "Is there no solution?"

"We're working on it," said the scholar. "But Hall Master, we need more powerful martial artists and warcraft souls. Our experimental subjects have almost been used up."

A trace of displeasure appeared on the middle-aged man's face. "I see, but I need you to deliver results soon. The God Master cannot wait any longer!"

"Yes, we will certainly continue to strive to create a powerful Beast Soul Warrior legion before the God Master awakens!"

"Hmm!" The middle-aged man, referred to as the Hall Master, walked out of the secret laboratory. With a casual tear, a rift appeared in space. He stepped into the rift and vanished from sight...

...

"Mamma mia!" Just after the middle-aged man disappeared, a golden light suddenly descended from the sky, accompanied by a youthful voice.

Moments later, like a fiery meteor, an unknown object impacted squarely upon the mountain range.

The sheer force of the impact bored a hole through the mountain, shattering the mountain's outer shell and crashing into the laboratory.

Instantly, the laboratory resonated with a violent alarm.

"What's going on? Have we been discovered?" The leader of the lab, resting in his room, was startled awake by the alarm's blare.

This organization has garnered a notorious reputation throughout the Stigma Continent for capturing numerous human martial artists and warcraft for experiments. If someone had discovered their hideout, a wave of martial artists would descend upon them shortly.

Though their organization was formidable and not fearing commonplace martial artists, they occasionally encountered top-level warriors who would destroy several laboratories from time to time, thus becoming all too familiar with such occurrences.

"Report to Lord Long, our laboratory was just hit by an unknown object. The mountain has been breached, and that object directly crashed into our base and now sits in the central square."

"An unknown object? Could it be a meteor from the sky?" Lord Long's mood slightly steadied. If it were merely a meteor or such, it would be harmless, just a matter of repairing the mountain and laboratory shell.

But if it were a martial artist, leaving them unchecked would spell continuous trouble for the laboratory.

"No, we detected life signs from the impact object, it's likely human or a demon beast."

"Human or demon beast?" Lord Long contemplated. The robustness of the mountain and laboratory shell was astounding; only warriors of the Void Transformation Realm might penetrate it. Such warriors were far from weak and in mid-level worlds, even the World Force might struggle to accommodate such power.

"Don't take this lightly; I'm heading there immediately!"

"Understood!"

"The base is under attack by an unidentified object. Everyone, assemble at the central square immediately!" The commanding order resounded throughout the base, bringing forth thousands of individuals in uniform from all corners.

Nearly all were martial artists, but some bore human features while exuding a warcraft-like aura, appearing extraordinarily peculiar.

At the central square, there was a pit over five meters in diameter, still emitting thick smoke.

In the pit lay a spherical object, about three meters in diameter. Despite the fierce collision, the exterior bore only minor scratches.

"Clang!" A door of the metal sphere flew out of the pit, landing on the ground, followed by a youth with black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin emerging from the metal sphere.

"Feng Cong, you piece of shit!" Zhang Menglong exclaimed with eloquence as he walked, "What the hell kind of needle technique is that? You teleported me to high-altitude 100,000 meters above Stigma Continent! If not for my Saiyan flying vessel, it would've killed me!"

The gravity of Stigma Continent was even higher than Haotian Continent. Even with a physique far surpassing an average God-breaking Realm martial artist, a fall like that wouldn't leave Zhang Menglong unscathed.

"What the hell is this place?" Zhang Menglong surveyed his surroundings, seeing thousands of eyes warily staring at him.

"Hello?"

"Hi there?"

"Konnichiwa?"

"Kamsahamnida?"

"Damn, do these people not understand human language?"

[Dean, are you an idiot? This isn't Earth, nor is it your Number Seven Universe, nor even Haotian Continent. Of course, there's a language unique to Stigma Continent!]

"Haha, sorry about that. Got a bit dizzy from the impact!" Zhang Menglong said with an awkward smile.

Quickly, the relevant language of Stigma Continent appeared in Zhang Menglong's mind.

"Who are you, and how did you end up here?" demanded someone who appeared to be a leader.

"Well, uh, brothers, sorry, but if I say I accidentally arrived here, would you believe it?"