Chapter 153: Return to the Man Huang Da Lu, the Weeping Humans

Thanks to this ability, Baichuan had also figured out how to access all the knowledge accumulated by the Great Zhou.

That's right—by using this ability to parasitize and control a person, then leveraging the other's brain to convert their understanding into the meaning he had comprehended.

Thinking of this, Baichuan no longer hesitated—first, replace all of his own nerve cells, then talk.

It was time to solve the problem of his neural reaction speed.

While pondering, feeling that the energy stored within his body was still considerable, Baichuan directly spewed out a stream of biting cold air, turning his surroundings into a mountain of ice, and around the ice mountain were all kinds of terrifying ice needles imbued with lethal venom—this was an ice mountain that could last as long as three years!

Not only that, Baichuan also spread terrifying poisonous gas around the area.

This replacement was of great importance, involving the entire nervous system of his body, and he could not afford the slightest carelessness; he absolutely would not allow any creature to disturb him.

After completing these defensive measures, Baichuan then lay down on the spot

He simply closed his eyes like this, beginning to finely control the Light Points within his body, streams of them surging out from the Star Bag, starting to spread toward the nerves throughout his entire body.

The devouring replacement had thus begun.

This would be an extremely long process, and Baichuan had to be careful, careful, and careful again, because a single slip might result in bodily paralysis.

By then, even if he could tear this part off, he would absolutely waste a massive amount of energy, to the point of suffering a severe depletion of vitality.

To be safe, Baichuan did not directly start by replacing the most important brain nerves at the very beginning, but instead started from the less important left claw.

Time thus began to pass.

When Baichuan finished replacing an entire left claw, a full month had already passed.

And feeling the left claw whose internal nerves had completely changed, to be honest, the sensation was rather strange, as if he possessed two ways of controlling his body.

One was the same as usual—first Baichuan had the intention, then the brain transmitted the signal, commanding the left claw to make the corresponding movement.

This reaction speed was no different from before, as fast as it should be, because in the end this replacement was merely replacing the material through which the nerves transmitted signals.

The other was him directly bypassing the process of the brain transmitting the signal, directly using the Light Point as a medium to control the left claw.

And this method, because it used the Light Points he had complete control over to directly control.

If the former was more on the material level, then this one, to a certain extent, should be considered on the level of Spirit and will, so it was even faster than the former.

But since it had already succeeded, then he could continue to replace the other parts afterward as well.

Thinking of this, Baichuan put his claw back down, closed his eyes once more, and began to cautiously replace step by step—this time starting from the left claw and gradually eroding and replacing toward the entire body.

Time passed amid Baichuan's slow and steady step-by-step replacement.

In the blink of an eye, two full years had passed.

With the rising and setting of the sun, and all manner of strong winds and heavy rains blowing past, Baichuan's original position had long been buried under a large amount of dust, and with the melting of the ice mountain, the occasional rainwater, and the tree branches blown about by various gales.

This dust, hemmed in by the ice mountain, thoroughly transformed into thick, hard earth, completely burying the Jiao Dragon's slender body.

And on this day, accompanied by a pair of majestic, sharp eyes opening beneath the brown hard earth, in an instant the hard earth split apart, and then a tremendous force was unleashed wantonly, pouring out onto the surrounding ice mountain.

BOOM!

Accompanied by a thunderous explosion-like roar, the ice mountain shattered completely, and countless dust was flung away.

And amid this dust, the completely reborn Baichuan stood up directly, and within his sharp eyes a wisp of flame began to slowly burn.

"Hoo—"

After the howling hot wind blew the dust away, Baichuan took a wanton breath of fresh air and shook off the dust clinging to his body.

Accompanied by a flash of lightning, the Jiao Dragon's entire body radiated dazzling light, and then he shot skyward.

Baichuan wantonly swayed his body in the air like this, and his terrifying perception range instantly spread out in all directions; within just a few breaths he had located a large group of animals exposed in the sunlight.

Then, with a flick of his tail fin, the Jiao Dragon turned into a streak of afterimage and shot out.

The next moment, terrifying sounds of chewing began to ring out.

Although Baichuan did not need to consume much energy while sleeping, the fact was that he had been continuously producing large amounts of special Light Points to replace his nervous system.

As a result, over these two years, the energy throughout his body had once again been almost completely depleted.

Half an hour later, having recovered once again, Baichuan finally stopped eating, feeling the streams of energy transmitted by the green, glistening Light Points around him—faint, but enduring—and Baichuan contentedly enjoyed a sunbath for a while.

Now, the problem of his body's reaction speed had, from a certain angle, already been solved; from now on he would no longer need to worry too much about the growth of his body size, unless his body size grew beyond the control range of his Light Points.

Otherwise, he could completely bypass the nerve signals and control directly.

Since that was the case, it was time for him to go back and take a look at the Man Huang Da Lu from before.

Baichuan felt the Star Bag within his body still being empty—his dragon body had almost no energy at all, which always made him feel uneasy.

Well then, it was time to start eating voraciously.

Baichuan couldn't help but lick his lips at the thought of the Meat Dragon he had created a few years ago.

Then the Jiao Dragon once again shot skyward, flying toward the distant, tiny continent.

As the saying goes: "Morning tour of the North Sea, evening at Cangwu"—nothing more than this.

Baichuan had only taken that very night to fly back to the border of the Man Huang Da Lu.

Although his speed was only about the same as a peregrine falcon, compared to a peregrine falcon—which would grow tired and thirsty and thus could not maintain this speed for long—his Baichuan could maintain this speed continuously.

As he entered the Man Huang Da Lu, Baichuan's Flight speed also gradually slowed down; he no longer needed to maintain Burst Flight now.

However, what met his eyes was an extremely exaggerated scene—wherever he passed was a wasteland, not a single blade of grass root remaining, everything was yellow-brown, the color of soil turned over and over.

"Wuu~~ wuu~~"

At this moment, a cry appeared from below.

It instantly drew the attention of Baichuan above.

Baichuan looked carefully and saw it was a human wearing animal skins, who for some unknown reason was kneeling on the soft ground clutching a wooden spear, weeping in agony.

What was going on?

A trace of doubt flashed through his heart—he vaguely remembered that before he left, although this place was not all green, it was not bad either, and various yellow plants and the like were not few.

But how had everything disappeared like this?

With doubt in his heart, Baichuan slowly descended from the clouds, flying to above the weeping savage.

"Wooo~~"

Yet the wild man, whether from grief too deep to shake off, was kneeling on the ground and paid no attention at all to the outside world.

Baichuan frowned. He could sense from the wild man's crying an utterly desperate sorrow — as though he had lost everything and had already fallen completely into a helpless despair.

At this, he spoke directly: "Why do you weep here?"

A commanding voice descended from above, rudely forcing its way into Yaha's mind. Without thinking, he stopped crying, and, still hiccupping, raised his head.

(End of chapter)