Rehe City.
Morning.
Liu Jun opened his eyes, listening to the rain outside.
"Their ideals are wonderful, but what they weave together is ultimately just a half-baked prototype."
"Even if there are a bunch of Pseudo-Saints, the creation of life is the most profound science, requiring more time to refine."
Only then did Liu Jun realize the terrifying difficulty involved.
If it were just him alone, trying to create new species would be nearly impossible.
It requires teamwork to cover gaps and deficiencies.
"But whether they succeed or not, they will take a final stand when they're in their twenties to challenge me."
"If this continues, I'll have to wipe out several new species in one night."
"This task of exterminating species... even destroying the world, is happening far too frequently!"
"The God of Longevity, I'm afraid, has truly become the God of Killings for this era, causing chaos and fear across the world."
