"Got it, so I'm the young handsome guy, and you normal people are the eighty-year-old granny, right?"

"Exactly, your gene lock had already been broken, but not only did your body withstand infinite cell division, it also reaped endless benefits from it..."

"For example?"

"For example..."

This example really stumped Old Peng.

This explained his earlier expression of disbelief.

Jiang Xiao's gene lock breaking on its own was somewhat unbelievable, but it was within Old Peng's expectations.

After all, since the human limits had been surpassed, the "gene lock" as a shackle of the human body naturally would also break.

However, the strange part is right here.

Normally, since the gene lock is broken, the body would naturally undergo some miraculous, unbelievable changes.

The negative outcomes speak for themselves.

Infinite cell multiplication would cause the body to become deformed under the pressure.

But Jiang Xiao was exceptionally peculiar.

His cells were active beyond normal standards, yet his body showed no change at all.

He was a perfectly normal human being.

It seemed that aside from the cellular changes proving his gene lock was broken, there were no other changes elsewhere.

"This isn't scientific!"

"Scientific?"

In front of Old Peng, Jiang Xiao rubbed a ball of electricity that danced in his palm.

"Come on, you tell me, is this scientific?"

Uh, this...

Old Peng scratched the few sparse hairs on the top of his head, indeed, with 'God' appearing, who cares if it's scientific?

"Alright then, I'll take a closer look at your samples, and once I find something, I'll call you guys."

Looks like he couldn't wait for a second and wanted to delve deeply into Jiang Xiao's genetic research!

As Jiang Xiao and the others left, they could vaguely hear Old Peng muttering something about "gene," "sequence," "alignment," and other such things.

Tsk, a great teacher produces excellent students—another fanatic of scientific research...

Wait?

Thinking of a great teacher producing excellent students, Jiang Xiao's steps, which were about to leave, suddenly halted.

He thought of the fate of the Doctor...

Not just the Doctor but also the former Elder Yang.

These figures standing at the pinnacle of their respective fields did not end well after probing into the "God."

To put it plainly, God personally took action to eliminate them.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fan turned around, intending to return to the lab to talk to Old Peng.

However, he was unexpectedly stopped by a middle-aged uncle who had just been with Old Peng.

"I'm Old Peng's student, don't try to persuade us, Old Peng knows the consequences of doing this but... he is determined, as am I. Making mistakes isn't scary, nor is death; we'd rather make mistakes than do nothing."

Seeing Jiang Xiao still intending to go in, the middle-aged uncle once again stopped him.

"From the moment we got off the plane, we never intended to go back alive. If Old Peng is gone, then there's me. If I'm also gone, then there's my student. One after another, it's not pathetic either."

Jiang Xiao: ...

With a self-deprecating smile, Jiang Xiao shook his head and returned to his room with Shi Shi in his arms.

Indeed, since they've already chosen to come, they naturally understand what the outcome of going deeper would be; saying more is useless.

However, considering the opponent faced, sacrifice... is also inevitable.

....

Meanwhile, on the Blue Planet, things were also in full swing.

The more Jiang Xiao explored, the more Director Wang and the others feared this divine power.

And then, out of nowhere, some genius came up with the idea to completely bury the altar since they couldn't destroy it?

Though it sounded somewhat unreliable and was indeed unreliable in execution.

But just as the middle-aged uncle said, they'd rather make mistakes than do nothing.

So...

Countless helicopters carrying materials like steel, cement, and aluminum block set out grandly towards the primal forest.

The people of the Nika Tribe gathered at the entrance of the pit, hidden among the dense vines and leaves, eyes glinting with curiosity and mockery.

They were accustomed to the futility of outsiders, as those high-tech weapons merely fizzled out in front of their altar.

"Here they come again, what new contraption have they brought this time?"

The elder of the tribe said with a half-smirking tone, his face etched with life's trenches, yet his eyes carried the slyness of youth.

"Judging by their stance, they seem to be building a house on the altar."

A young warrior mocked as he played with a delicate blowpipe in his hands, as if ready to demonstrate his hunting skills at any moment.

But as the roar of the helicopters intensified in the sky, planes with heavy loads began dumping sand and stones onto the altar, changing the mood within the tribe.

The sand and stones poured down like a waterfall, covering the ground around the altar with dust and making a grand spectacle.

For a moment, the people of the Nika Tribe stopped talking.

Their eyes widened as they watched the unfolding events, their inner disdain and mockery slowly replaced by shock and disbelief.

"This... are they burying the altar?"

The elder's voice trembled as he clutched the vine beside him, as if this could bring him some comfort.

"Impossible, they wouldn't do that; the altar is inviolable!"

Another tribe member's voice carried panic; he couldn't believe what he was witnessing.

However, reality was harsh.

As time passed, the land around the altar rose higher, those once indestructible stone pillars became buried in yellow sand and cement.

The outline of the altar blurred until all that remained was a massive artificial mound.

The people of the Nika Tribe were completely dumbfounded at this point; they couldn't grasp why the outsiders would resort to such means, nor could they accept their sacred altar being so buried.

What the hell kind of foolish stunt is this?!

"No, wait! They're not done yet!"

The helicopter's roar echoed in the sky, heralding the arrival of a storm.

The people of the Nika Tribe nervously watched the sky as more objects rained down from the aircraft.

This time, it wasn't just sand and cement, but also large quantities of lead powder and aluminum blocks.

These heavy metals dispersed in the air like gray snow, falling on the land surrounding the altar.

The lead powder and aluminum mixed with the sand, forming layer upon layer of cover, thickening the soil around the altar continuously.

The fine particles of lead powder dispersed with the wind, and the cold collision sound of aluminum blocks echoed through the vast forest.

The people of the Nika Tribe began experiencing difficulty breathing as the lead powder spread through the air, irritating their airways.

One by one, they covered their mouths, coughing, tears streaming from their eyes irritated by the dust.

"Quick, back to the pit!"

The elder issued the command, his voice hoarse and urgent amidst the coughing.

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