Sun Renyi once again returned from a deep dive with nothing accomplished.
He lifted his head and silently gazed at the starry river outside the porthole.
This was an independent compartment outside the research center, a coordinate only he knew.
He had tried more than once to delve into the imprisoned soul before him, to glimpse the position of the Evil God, but he understood that once he ventured deeper, there was no turning back.
The Evil God still held sovereignty over the purple soul before him. Who knew how many bombs and traps were buried at the bottom of this pitiful soul. Any deep exploration could potentially lead to soul pollution.
Sun Renyi dared not take such a risk. If his soul were polluted, it would spell the irretrievable doom of the sensible incarnation of the research center—pollution would backtrack through his rational existence, and when the sensible incarnation named Sun Zhiyi began to distort and deform, would there be any hope left for this world?
