CHAPTER 546: CHAPTER 179: DOOMSDAY CATACLYSM, IMMORTAL STATE

The creature immediately let out a piercing scream, its body trembling severely.

The liquid quickly spread throughout its body via the respiratory tract, its fur falling out at a visible rate, its skin gradually becoming cracked and blackened, and its body swelling to twice its size.

Next, the creature’s bones emitted a "crack" sound, twisting and deforming inside its body, its muscle tissue rapidly decaying, and its originally blue eyes gradually being replaced by a layer of eerie dark green, becoming hollow and lifeless, leaving only a thirst for blood.

The infection was completed in an instant.

Out of curiosity, Qi Sheng began to decompose the liquid.

[Immortal Virus]:

Target Introduction: A viral source created by the Ghostly Clan, able to invade the host through skin pores, respiratory tracts, and other pathways, releasing special energy inside the host, interrupting normal communication between biological cells, rendering the cells unable to coordinate or operate, and forcibly embedding the virus’s evil gene segments into the host’s gene chain, rewriting the biological genetic code.

Once the genes are rewritten, the host’s body will begin a terrifying mutation, the immune system will rapidly collapse, body tissues will decay, yet the life structure can be maintained under the influence of the Immortal Virus.

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Seeing the decomposition information, Qi Sheng fell into contemplation.

It seems that behind the tragedy is the Ghostly Clan’s self-made disaster, intending to create a super virus that could rapidly infect and spread.

However, this special weapon hadn’t even been used externally yet, and the entire clan was exterminated under the infection of the Immortal Virus.

So, why did they imprison the Sixth Generation Primordial?

Could it be they wanted to infect and control the Sixth Generation Primordial with the Immortal Virus?

But this idea is somewhat too far-fetched.

With confusion, the analysis display continued to unfold the images.

At this moment, Qi Sheng’s consciousness followed the Guidance to the 16th level of space.

Here, he discovered a stable space transmission array.

The energy barytes embedded in the array had extinguished, unable to sustain the channel’s opening.

After contacting Yan Ming, Qi Sheng and the Guidance’s consciousness followed the previously constructed path to the end of the space channel.

The scene before him left Qi Sheng stunned.

It was a Small World.

From a perception view, gazing over the land, an apocalyptic scene unfolded.

A city’s outline emerged in his vision, and as he zoomed in, the entire city had been reduced to a desperate abyss ravaged by the Immortal Virus.

The city’s outline resembled a dilapidated painting recklessly smeared.

The buildings, like elderly giants, leaned unsteadily, riddled with holes under the erosion of the disaster.

Tangled black spider webs and withered vines crawled over all the buildings’ outer walls, with the streets resembling silent ravines, filled with thick dust and debris, with lush wild plants growing everywhere.

Abandoned vehicles, resembling dead beetles, lay scattered across the city chaotically.

Dried bloodstains were visible everywhere, resembling ugly scars on the earth under the sunlight, while countless Immortal Zombies writhed through the city, wandering aimlessly, occasionally letting out roars that echoed over the city.

The city’s river had turned into a festering sore exuding stench, its turbid waters slowly flowing, various trash and life remnants floating on its surface, exuding a nauseating odor under the sun’s scorching heat.

The river wound through the city, transmitting death and decay to every corner of the city.

The entire city was shrouded in a thick haze, the sunlight barely piercing through, casting dim lines that merely outlined the city’s ruined silhouette.

Whistling winds swept through the city, kicking up clouds of sand and debris, as if nature’s elegy for the world-ending.

Scanning the city’s every corner with his consciousness, Qi Sheng realized what had happened here.

The Immortal Virus swept through the Small World, turning it into a forbidden zone for life, with only faint traces of life activity detectable underground, clearly the few survivors remaining in this Small World.

And the source of it all could definitely be the Ghostly Clan.

The Immortal Virus developed by them turned the Small World into a purgatory of life.

Perhaps to the Ghostly Clan, the Small World was nothing but a trivial testing ground, intended to observe the infection and mutation pattern of the Immortal Virus on life within the Small World.

Like humans observing the activity of ants.

It’s clear that in the eyes of the Ghostly Clan, the lives of the lower world are akin to ants, and even if countless lives perish, they are nothing but a dataset in the hands of the Ghostly Clan.

The apocalyptic scenes in the city made Qi Sheng think of the Ascension Clan and the Lord of Jile.

Compared to the Ghostly Clan, these two forces are essentially "Great Kind Men."

At least the Ascension Clan and the Lord of Jile wouldn’t carry out bloody massacres on the creatures of the Small World, and the Ascension Clan occasionally even drops various spiritual resources beneficial for cultivation into the Small World.

His gaze swept towards another ruined city in the Small World, and the same scene made Qi Sheng sigh inwardly.

The destruction of the lower world, perhaps, to the Strong Clan of the upper world, is just an insignificant trivial event in the majestic progress of civilization.

In the historical narratives of the upper world clans, the destruction of the Small World might be as insignificant as a speck of dust in the vast starry sky, unable to stir even the slightest ripple in their cold hearts.

The Guidance then spoke:

"Boss, this is the harsh reality, akin to humans out of curiosity dousing high-temperature aluminum into an ant nest to observe the constructed unique ant mound. From the perspective of lower-world creatures, they might consider themselves intelligent beings, not to be treated like ants. But in the eyes of upper-world beings, possessing intelligence has never been a way to compare life’s civilization levels, only strength is."