The iron fortress slowly rotated on the planetary rings, its massive psychic thrusters rumbling softly, propelling the behemoth to maintain a steady trajectory. While the fortress appeared tranquil from the outside, the interior was a different story. Complex psychic circuits crisscrossed the mechanical structures, and runic indicators on the control panels flickered. The entire base resembled a massive mechanical heart, operating with cold, precise precision.
In the deepest laboratory, the air was filled with a faint metallic odor and psychic fluctuations. A faint green light shone through the thick alloy glass, casting a strange shadow on everyone's face. In the huge petri dish at the center, liquid flowed slowly, bubbles rising, as if some unknown life form was awakening.
The monks in the laboratory talked in low voices, with a barely perceptible tension in their tone.
"The psychic energy connection is stable. It seems that this transformation was very successful." A cultivator wearing psychic goggles stared at the data on the petri dish and muttered softly, "I hope he can withstand the pressure of the Nascent Soul-level mecha."
Another cultivator snorted softly, his tone complicated, "Your Excellency has invested a lot of resources. If the experiment fails, I'm afraid none of us can bear the responsibility."
The young man in the petri dish was none other than the long-missing Ye Tiandi. However, he was no longer the same as before.
His body had been completely transformed by machinery, his arms and legs clad in psionic alloy, like a cold, ruthless weapon. The right half of his head was embedded with complex psionic circuits, metal pipes connected to his spine, and his chest rose and fell slightly, indicating that he was still alive. However, within the green culture medium, his body remained motionless, as if in a deep sleep.
"Testing begins." A monk in a black robe stood in front of the petri dish. The psychic scanner in his hand made a slight buzzing sound, and ripple-like psychic data emerged in the air, revealing his physical condition.
"His breathing is steady, his heartbeat is even, and his spiritual energy index is close to the peak of the Golden Core stage. He is only one step away from breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage."
"Where are the mental fluctuations?" The old man standing in front of the main console spoke hoarsely, half of his face was covered by a metal mask, and the only half of his eyes that were exposed were as deep as a dark pool.
The recorder immediately adjusted the scanning frequency and carefully observed the changes in the data: "The mental fluctuations are stable, and there are no signs of backlash."
The old man nodded slowly, his gaze fell on Ye Tiandi in the petri dish, and a barely perceptible coldness flashed in his eyes.
"I don't want any more accidents to happen with this mecha design," he said slowly, his voice low and cold. "The experimental subject must be able to withstand the load of a Nascent Soul-level mecha, otherwise everything will be in vain."
The laboratory was silent. None of the monks dared to speak easily. Only the low hum of the running instruments echoed in the air.
After a while, someone couldn't help but whisper, "I heard that this Nascent Soul-level experimental mecha was designed by the Venerable himself. Its power is comparable to that of a Void Refinement Stage magic weapon. It even broke several records in the virtual battlefield test."
"But can the test subjects really withstand it?" another person asked cautiously. "The previous test subjects couldn't even fully adapt to the Jindan-level mechas, and in the end, they all..."
His voice abruptly stopped, and he didn't continue. But everyone knew that those failed test subjects were turned into experimental data and ruthlessly erased, leaving not even their bodies behind.
"It's different." An elderly cultivator sighed softly, "Emperor Ye Tian is no ordinary cultivator. He is the prodigy of the Hundred Star Sect, extremely talented. Coupled with the mechanical transformation and psychic energy enhancement... all of this is tailor-made for him."
"I hope so." Someone whispered, his eyes unconsciously turning to Ye Tiandi in the petri dish.
Suddenly, a low humming sound was heard, the psychic lights in the laboratory flickered slightly, and the data on the instrument screen suddenly skyrocketed!
"The psychic index is soaring! The mental fluctuations of the experimental subject are increasing!" The recorder's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly adjusted the parameters, trying to stabilize the flow of psychic energy.
Emperor Ye Tian in the petri dish frowned slightly, and a tiny spark of spiritual energy flashed between his eyebrows. His originally dormant consciousness seemed to awaken at this moment.
"...This is..." His voice was low and vague, with a metallic echo.
Everyone's eyes instantly focused on the petri dish, and even the old man in black robe had a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
Ye Tiandi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his right eye.
The psychic core of the metal prosthetic eye slowly rotated, and the cold blue light was reflected in the culture medium. His eyes did not have any emotional fluctuations, like a real mechanical body.
"Welcome back, Emperor Ye Tian." The old man in black robe said slowly, with a hint of satisfaction that was hard to conceal in his tone.
Emperor Ye Tian looked at him quietly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but with a strange coldness in his eyes.
"Yeah, I'm back."
The monks in the laboratory shuddered at the same time, and a sense of unease arose in their hearts.
Is this experimental subject truly under control? Or... is there a soul hidden beneath this semi-mechanized body that even they cannot control?
The data on the psychic screen was still fluctuating, and the liquid in the petri dish was showing a barely perceptible ripple.
No one knew what Ye Tiandi had experienced while his consciousness was dormant. No one knew if he would still be the same Ye Tiandi when he woke up.
The lights in the lab flickered dimly as a massive mecha was slowly being assembled. Psionic energy circuits threaded through every inch of its surface like blood vessels, and the flow of runes emanated a chilling, icy murderous intent. This was a Nascent Soul-level experimental mecha, a true weapon of slaughter born for war.
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