A shadowy mass, like a small mountain, roared past, cutting through the water. Eight severed tentacles writhed wildly, blood gushing and dyeing the sea crimson. A massive silver spaceship followed closely behind, firing scorching beam cannons nonstop. The energy intensity was astonishing—wherever it passed, seawater vaporized, rocks shattered... anything in its path was utterly annihilated from existence.
11,000 meters, 12,000 meters, 13,000 meters...
In the chase, the Yamata no Orochi and the spaceship plunged rapidly, diving deeper into the ocean trench. Coalesced beams, like razor-sharp cutting blades, sliced off the eight long, thick tentacles of the serpent one by one. Earlier, this Yamata no Orochi had loomed like a mythical world-ending beast, fierce and imposing, but now it fled in panic like a beaten dog, wishing it could grow more tentacles to escape as far as possible, its massive maw instinctively letting out terrified roars.
Even a fearsome monster—what of it? Faced with cutting-edge interstellar technology, it was still blasted to smithereens. External technology and internal cultivation were the two most common methods of interstellar humanity, with no hierarchy between them, only different paths. Before interstellar cultivators truly matured, they ultimately couldn't withstand the crushing force of technology. After all, the power of technology had no upper limit—with sufficient technical reserves and material supply, even destroying heaven and earth wasn't impossible! One of humanity's most terrifying weapons, the planet-destroying cannon, could obliterate a star in a single shot, annihilating an entire star system with terrifying might. Unless you reached an extreme, godlike or demonic state, possessing an immortal essence of life, no matter how high your cultivation, you'd still be crushed to dust before such terrifying technological power, reduced to countless imperceptible specks in the cosmos.
No matter how the Yamata no Orochi fled, Feng Lin piloted the spaceship in close pursuit, refusing to let go. This wasn't about vengeance—Feng Lin wouldn't stoop to bickering with a mindless beast. The blame lay solely with the Yamata no Orochi's extreme rarity. It was a rare superbeing on Earth; alive or dead, securing it meant a vast treasure trove. It surely contained superhuman organs, a scarce cultivation resource for interstellar cultivators. Previously, Feng Lin had obtained a Titan's Heart, but its energy level was too high, and with only one, it was hard to handle—damaging it would be a huge loss. The Yamata no Orochi definitely had superhuman organs too, truly valuable goods.
15,000 meters, 16,000 meters, 17,000 meters...
Tracking it all the way, they soon reached a depth of 20,000 meters in the trench. The seawater was pitch-black like ink, impenetrable even to light, so they could only locate the Yamata no Orochi's form through special wave positioning. By then, the monster was utterly miserable, all its tentacles severed, leaving only a massive squid head diving deeper into the trench. After such a long pursuit, Feng Lin had discerned more details. This monster was indeed a man-made creation based on the Yamata no Orochi's genes; otherwise, a true mythical world-ending beast wouldn't be this weak. In Japanese mythology, the Yamata no Orochi was immortal and indestructible, only killable through specific means. In fact, it was slain by the native Japanese deity Susanoo using the Totsuka-no-Tsurugi sword.
Seeing through the monster's hollow, outwardly strong but inwardly weak nature, Feng Lin lost interest in toying with it further and barked, "Zixia, full power blast!"
"Yes, Captain!" the optical brain Zixia replied. Countless beam cannons emerged around the Huaguoshan spaceship, converging instantly to unleash a massive torrent of energy, sweeping forth like solar wind. Its scorching heat vaporized the seawater into rolling steam. The violent energy locked onto the Yamata no Orochi, engulfing it, drawing out agonized roars. The giant monster's shadow writhed in the beams, gradually going still, devoid of any life signs. Once the beam cannons ceased and retracted into the ship's hull, only a charred, massive corpse remained in the trench, rapidly sinking deeper, but the spaceship's mechanical arms grabbed it tightly and hauled it back inside.
Feng Lin walked over to find the charred monster corpse lying in the ship's processing bay. Countless spherical robots, like ants, crawled over it, extending various cutting tools to dissect it. When the pale white flesh was sliced open, it still steamed with heat, emitting a burnt smell. The monster's body was fully dismantled by the engineer robots, its white bones piled up like a small mountain.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the bay lit up as a cyan orb was dug out from one of the Yamata no Orochi's tentacles, glowing brightly. This wasn't the end! Orbs were excavated from the other seven tentacles as well—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple—each a different color. The eight orbs lay before Feng Lin, shimmering with flowing light, illuminating the surroundings. This was an unexpected windfall! Feng Lin knew the Yamata no Orochi definitely had superhuman organs, but finding eight of them was surprising. Were these gallbladders? Eight heads, eight gallbladders? He could sense the abundant energy within the orb-gallbladders, each with distinct properties—some scorching, some icy, some gentle... Every orb had a unique halo of fluctuation, all superhuman organs with extraordinary abilities. With these eight orbs gone, the remaining flesh of the Yamata no Orochi was useless, which Feng Lin dismissed, having the ship dispose of it. His gaze fixed on the orbs, his mind stirred.
Superhuman organs were the essence of a superbeing's life. If refined into medicine, rich in energy and nutrients, they could greatly aid interstellar cultivators. If successful, Feng Lin wouldn't lack gene potions for a long time. He had only one Titan's Heart before and dared not handle it lightly, but with eight orbs now, he could experiment freely—even if one was ruined, seven remained. This was a pleasant surprise; losing one or two wouldn't sting much.
Feng Lin acted on the thought, immediately pulling up the ship's gene potion archives. It backed all of Giant Pharmaceutical's potion manufacturing techniques, with tens of thousands of formulas, each with different effects—surely one would suit him now. The ship's instruments were comprehensive, allowing Feng Lin to be self-sufficient and brew the potions he wanted. In the holographic projection, countless formulas cascaded like a waterfall before his eyes, overwhelming to take in. Feng Lin didn't bother reading them one by one; instead, he had the optical brain filter them. "Zixia, select all gene potions that can use superhuman organs as ingredients, and ensure the auxiliary materials are all stocked in the ship!"
Data scrolled on the optical brain, rapidly filtering and calculating, and soon a formula appeared before Feng Lin.
Supernatural Holy Water.