Monsters Are Coming

A dichotomy of ideology emerged between the Pureblood Faction and the Evolutionary Faction.

The Pureblood Faction believed that Genetic Modification Technology had sown the seeds of internal strife within the Spirit Breath Clan and advocated for maintaining racial purity.

The Evolutionary Faction, on the other hand, comprised radical genetic modifiers who believed that old forms should be discarded; Genetic Modification Technology was seen as the foundation for the Spirit Breath Clan's path to strength and should not be abandoned.

At that time, the Pureblood Faction still held the mainstream, implementing legislative restrictions and military suppression, which ultimately evolved into genetic warfare.

This period was also known as the Era of Dark Turbulence, driving the Spirit Breath Clan to the brink of near-annihilation.

After a prolonged war, it was the more powerful Evolutionary Faction that emerged victorious.

Yet the problems persisted.

As Genetic Modification Technology continued to escalate, it further fractured the Evolutionary Faction into multiple sub-factions.

Looking to the future, it was foreseeable that similar problems would once again usher in a calamitous war.

Thus, scholars of the Evolutionary Faction began to ponder a question: how to retain the powerful strength brought by genetic evolution while preventing the Spirit Breath Clan from being driven to destruction because of it.

Similar problems had been encountered by the Moon Eclipse Clan before.

The Moon Eclipse Clan resolved this issue by abandoning and sealing the technology, continuing with the Star Network as their development core.

However, the Spirit Breath Clan embarked on a completely different path.

The leadership of the Spirit Breath Clan believed that the core issue was not the differences in life form but rather the cognitive differences of the next generation.

This presented the ultimate problem of racial continuity.

When the Spirit Breath Clan's physical form could not be unified, what, exactly, should be used to determine what constitutes the Spirit Breath Clan?

If physical appearance, abilities, and even reproductive methods were different, then what was the foundation of group identity?

The answer ultimately shifted towards ideology; scholars of the Spirit Breath Clan asserted that only memory and thought were the foundation for the continuation of civilization.

However, how to get the new generation to recognize this collective memory became another problem.

Following this line of questioning, scholars of the Spirit Breath Clan contemplated a problem nearly all races would consider.

That problem was Eternal Life.

As long as the older generation continued to exist, no matter how the ideologies of the new generation changed, they would be guided into unity by their elders.

Through repeated exploration, Memory Bag technology was thus born.

Memory Bags not only store memories but also retain a neural docking system and reproductive organs.

This becomes the sole core that remains undamaged during the genetic modification process.

With Memory Bags, the Spirit Breath Clan could strip away morphological differences, using mass-produced bionic bodies to eliminate genetic disputes.

After this technology emerged, the standard for identifying kin became the Memory Bag.

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This technology also gave the Spirit Breath Clan the possibility of near-eternal life.

Cellular apoptosis, physical decline—these were no longer issues; life could continue simply by replacing a body.

As this technology advanced to the present day, the choice of body was no longer limited to bionic forms; those from the Alien Race who possessed pure bodies also became targets for body replacement by the Spirit Breath Clan.

Upon completing the replacement, warriors of the Spirit Breath Clan could even harness some of the abilities of the Alien Race.

The arrival of the Blood Worm was precisely to select a new body for the Blood King, allowing the Blood King's life to continue.

When it approached the Blood Pool, a guard warrior immediately rose and rushed over.

After a tendril-like connection with the guard, the Blood Worm learned which body in the Blood Pool was the most excellent.

Before long, it stood before a young boy with vacant eyes.

Reaching out, it grabbed the boy's black hair, lifting him up while strands like tendrils extended, intertwining across the boy's body.

"What a pure body!"

With just brief perception, the Blood Worm's face lit up with joy.

Although it couldn't analyze the specific condition of this Alien Race boy's body, the purity of the blood alone surpassed any race known to him.

Without delay, it tugged the boy's hair and turned back.

Throughout the way, the boy remained vacant, as if his soul had been lost, without any response.

Upon the Blood Worm's return to the Tower, the Memory Bag transplant surgery commenced.

After handing the boy to the War Sacrifice, Blood Map, Blood Map dragged the boy through a dimly lit corridor, finally stopping in a chamber woven of flesh.

The walls consisted of a network of pulsating blood vessels, with throbbing red light flickering to a rhythm.

The operating table was not made of metal but was a piece of living tissue, a pale, fleshy platform extending nerve bundles, waiting like tentacles to connect.

The air was filled with a sweet, metallic scent, like decayed honey.

Blood Map placed the boy onto the operating table, causing it to writhe, with nerve bundles wrapping around the boy's limbs, fixing him in a "T" shape.

To the boy's right lay the elderly Blood King.

Under Blood Map's control, three spiral bone drills descended from the ceiling, their tips flickering with high-frequency oscillating Blood Light.

The first drill pierced into the back of the boy's neck, instantly splitting the skin to reveal the white cervical vertebrae.

The second precisely drilled into the third vertebra, opening a miniature hatch that housed the Memory Bag.

The third released tendrils, piercing the Blood King, enveloping the Blood King's Memory Bag like a spider web, gently extracting it.

The surgical process was extremely complex, lasting five hours.

When the surgery concluded, the Blood King's body had become limp, with life force completely exhausted.

The Blood Light on the ceiling dissipated, Blood Map looked at the Blood King, and solemnly said:

"Throne, awaken."

At this moment, the Blood King's Memory Bag had already been placed within the boy's opened spinal compartment.

Upon Blood Map's call, the nerve bundles extending from the Memory Bag spread like thirsty roots within the boy's body, rapidly taking root.