This primordial world is not serious!

Chapter 1021 - 492: Pangu Daluo

Just as Yang Jian, under the guidance of Xuanqing, embarked on the Righteous Path.

Far away, deep in the East Sea, within the underwater palace filled with an air of "Science and Art" — Qiantian Palace.

Yang Jian's older brother, Yang Jiao, was experiencing the most "exciting" yet "absurd" period of cultivation in his life.

At this moment, he was wearing a clearly ill-fitting white lab coat.

The coat was made from a peculiar Sharkskin Silk, impervious to fire and water, and resistant to dust. On the chest was the crookedly embroidered phrase "Intern Researcher - Yang Jiao" in gold thread.

His hair, due to long neglect, appeared somewhat disheveled, with a few defiant strands sticking up obstinately.

His face was smudged with several multi-colored stains of unknown origin, giving him a rather bedraggled appearance.

The only redeeming feature was his originally resolute eyes, which had become even deeper... and emptier after this time of "immersion."

In his hands, he carefully cradled a massive, lightly pulsating, translucent egg.

Within the egg, one can clearly see the curling silhouette of a winged tiger-shaped creature.

"Gui... Gui Chancellor..."

Yang Jiao's voice carried a hint of uncontrollable tremor.

He felt his legs slightly trembling.

"Are you... are you sure you want to fuse the tentacle genes of the 'Deep Sea Octopus' and the electrical organs of the 'Overlord Thunder Dragon' into this 'Flying White Tiger' embryo?"

As he spoke, he labored to swallow a gulp of saliva.

"This... these three creatures' bloodline origins and Law attributes are completely opposite!"

"From a genetic standpoint, this is simply impossible!"

"Their genetic chains will completely collapse due to intense rejection reactions!"

"At that point, forget about a super battle creature, we'll probably end up with nothing more than a meaningless, foul-smelling protein goo!"

Across from him, an elder also in a white lab coat, but with a particularly hunchbacked figure, carrying a gigantic Turtle Shell on his back, was lying on a lab table made of Ten Thousand Years Xuan Crystals.

This elder was none other than the master of Qiantian Palace, the first sage of the Dragon Clan, a great inventor and mad biologist — Gui Chancellor.

He wore a pair of glasses made from pure crystal, as thick as bottle bottoms.

At this moment, he held a delicate syringe sparkling with electric arcs, staring intently at the giant egg in Yang Jiao's hands with an expression filled with a feverish light called "science."

Upon hearing Yang Jiao's queries packed with scientific ethics and common sense, Gui Chancellor impatiently raised his head and glanced at him.

"Little Jiao."

His voice was hoarse and elongated, carrying an indomitable authority.

"You're still too young, too naive."

"Who told you that our research needs to follow 'science'?"

He extended a finger lined with age spots, pointing at his head.

"What does Dragon Clan's bioengineering focus on?"

"It's 'Great Strength creates miracles'!"

"It's mysticism!"

"It's imagination!"

He then pointed at the egg in Yang Jiao's hands.

"Gene chains will collapse? Rejection reactions will be intense?"

"How trivial!"

"Come, hold it down, don't let it move."

With those words, he slowly aimed the syringe at the frantically struggling embryo.

"As long as I inject this gene stabilizing liquid, imbued with 'Four Seas Unite' True Meaning of the Great Dao."

"Forget mere genes from three creatures, even if you crammed genes from a Phoenix, Qilin, and Taotie altogether."

"It will obediently fuse into a brand-new, magnificent species for me!"

"This is what makes Qiantian Palace special!"

"— Not following reason!"

Having finished speaking, he ignored Yang Jiao's completely stunned expression.

Suddenly, he plunged the needle down!

Zzzzz—!

Accompanied by the piercing sound of electricity and the embryo's sharp wails like a baby's cries.

The whole laboratory was instantly engulfed in a blinding bright light.

Yang Jiao only saw a flash before an irresistible shockwave completely blasted him away.

Boom!

He drew a graceful parabola in the air.

Then, heavily, he crashed into a mound of peculiar skeletal remains far away.

"Cough cough cough..."

Covered in dust, Yang Jiao climbed out of the bone pile.

He felt no part of his body was without pain.

He looked at the utterly destroyed lab table, now only a mass of indescribable, scorched viscous liquid.

Then he looked at the Gui Chancellor standing in the ruins, his hair and beard blasted upright, face blackened, yet still with a look of "just as I expected" satisfaction.

Yang Jiao's eyes involuntarily brimmed with tears.

He longed for his mother.

He longed for his gentle mother.

He also longed for his father, who may not have been capable but was at least normal.

He longed for his second brother, Yang Jian, who was said to be apprenticed to a Chan Sect Saint, probably enjoying a celestial life at the Immortal Mountain Blessed Land now.