Super Gene Ⅱ: Evolution

"Not enough... Not enough... Still not enough... Need more materials... Give me more materials..." Dao was roaring like a demon, as though he would devour Lin Shen alive if he was any slower.

Lin Shen had already put all the new materials into the smelting furnace and could only say helplessly to Dao, "There are no new materials left."

"Throw those scraps in, melt them down..." Dao snarled viciously.

Lin Shen had no choice but to grab those scrap knives, but because the knives were too heavy, he could only drag one at a time into the furnace.

Dao kept on folding and forging the materials, and after hammering out pieces of blood-red material, he would stack them together and hammer again.

This process was extremely dull and particularly lengthy.

Lin Shen opened the mouth of the furnace, allowing the metal to flow out, cool down into blocks, and then transported each block to Dao's side.

These were all re-melted materials as there were no new materials left.

Dao didn't care about that, hammering and forging those re-melted materials into blood-red pieces.

Days went by, with Dao working relentlessly, day and night, as if a demon had possessed him, furiously forging the materials.

The materials in the cave were getting fewer and fewer, and the daily delivery from the ox cart wasn't even enough to pick one's teeth with.

Even the scrapped knives had all been thrown into the furnace by Lin Shen for remaking.

The Dao hammered and refined the materials over and over again, compressing and forging the materials multiple times, but the resulting product became less and less.

"That's it, there is really nothing left," Lin Shen shouted at Dao.

But Dao seemed deaf to his calls and paid no attention, continuing to work the forge on his own.

Lin Shen looked at Dao, and it seemed as if a purple-black aura was rising around him, but upon closer inspection, it appeared as though there was nothing at all.

"There's nothing more I can do to help you," Lin Shen could only stand by and watch, he was powerless to do anything more.

Dao no longer needed his help with the forging; clearly, he wanted to complete this work alone.

With each passing day, the mountainous pile of materials, under Dao's continuous forging, day and night, had now dwindled to the size of a human head.

The whole block of material looked like a blood-red crystal, seemingly transparent yet opaque, mysteriously eerie in appearance.

What was even stranger was that although the material was clearly red, it emitted a purple-black light, and the same purple-black aura was present around Dao's body.

"It's enough... It's enough... It must work this time... It must work..." Dao had become obsessed, putting the material back into the smelting furnace to forge.

But this time, the furnace couldn't even heat the material red-hot; it became more like fresh blood, as if the blood inside was about to spill out.

Dao clamped the material out, placed it on the workbench, and started hammering it blow by blow.

Strangely enough, the material that the furnace couldn't heat turned malleable under Dao's not-so-forceful hammer, slowly deforming and taking the shape of a blade embryo.

As Dao hammered away, the purple-black aura on him and the blade embryo became more pronounced, like flames fiercely burning around them.

Lin Shen watched as Dao formed the blade embryo into the shape of an ancient broadsword, broad and thick, wider at the front and tapering towards the back, like the fangs of an evil ghost.

"That must be the Ghost Head Knife, right?" Lin Shen observed as Dao continued to hammer the metal, and the shape of the knife grew clearer—it was a Ghost Head Blade.

The Ghost Head Blade was used in ancient times for beheading convicted criminals, and because of its heavy murderous aura, executioners would enshrine it before deities to suppress its fierce energy with divine power.

It was only during the execution of death row inmates that the blade would be retrieved.

At this moment, the Ghost Head Knife forged by Dao had a malevolence that could no longer be described as mere weight.

As the Ghost Head Knife was nearing completion, Lin Shen suddenly felt the entire stone cave shake as if it were about to crumble.

"Dao, it seems like there's an earthquake..." Lin Shen shouted at Dao.

But Dao completely ignored him, still hammering away at the Ghost Head Knife as if there was nothing else in his eyes except for that knife.

Whether the sky fell or the universe was destroyed, nothing could stop him from completing that blade.

Lin Shen gritted his teeth and turned to run outside the stone cave; he wanted to see what had actually happened outside.

The Metal Oxen were all fleeing around as if they had broken free from some restraints and were no longer bound.

They had absolutely no interest in attacking Lin Shen, just single-mindedly running to escape.

After Lin Shen dashed out of the stone cave, he saw an astonishing sight: the stone mountain in front of him was actually growing larger, and the distance between the mountains was also expanding.

The mountain range that had once been close at hand was now rapidly moving away from his sight, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed to be thousands of miles away.

Lin Shen was overjoyed in his heart; he finally realized what had happened.

The Micro Immortal Realm seemed to be collapsing, the vast mountain ranges and rivers once miniaturized within this region were restoring to their original state.

Lin Shen's body was clearly also reverting back, and the same was true for the Vajra Bulls.

But compared to the restoration scale of these vast mountains and rivers, their body sizes were naturally much smaller.

Therefore, his body recovered more quickly, while the vast mountains and rivers grew bigger and farther away; some of the previously visible nearby landscapes had now disappeared without a trace.

"Why is the Micro Immortal Realm suddenly collapsing? Does it have anything to do with the Ten Directions Ghost God Slaying Blade?" Lin Shen flew into the sky, and when he looked at the planet again, he realized he must have returned to his original form; everything he could see had returned to the normal visual effect.

Suddenly, Lin Shen saw a purple-black breath shooting up from within the Vajra Bull nest, condensing into a smoke-like and light-like purple-black strange spirit body.

As that bizarre spirit appeared, the collapse of the Micro Immortal Realm became more severe, with spatial distortions faintly visible in the surroundings.

Lin Shen suddenly realized why the Micro Immortal Realm had suddenly collapsed.

The Ten Directions Ghost God Slaying Blade forged by Dao had reached the level that could trigger the Cosmic Rainbow Light.

But due to the suppression of the Micro Immortal Realm, the Cosmic Rainbow Light had not appeared.

The Micro Immortal Mirror also collapsed due to this power; once the Micro Immortal Realm had collapsed, there was no longer any power to suppress the aura of the Ten Directions Ghost God Slaying Blade, and the Cosmic Rainbow Light was about to be summoned.

However, before the Cosmic Rainbow Light could be stirred, the bizarre spirit body that loomed over the nest suddenly vanished into thin air.

The space that had begun to distort returned to normal, and the trembling earth quieted down.

The Vajra Bulls fled in every direction, charging into the mountain ranges without looking back, and not a single one was left behind.

"The blade... is finished..." Dao emerged from the cave, cradling a purple-red Ghost Head Knife in his hands, trembling with excitement.

However, he was too sturdy, and the Ghost Head Knife seemed just right in his hands without seeming overly cumbersome.