[Ding! Soul Bifurcation database complete! Renamed to True Soul Bifurcation Technique!]
Watching Melinda leave with what she wanted, Leilin stroked his chin as he listened to the Chip's response.
The soul-splitting technique he had obtained from Melinda during her moment of vulnerability last time had seen tremendous progress and development through their mutual discussions and exchanges.
For Leilin, this technique was extremely important — it was even related to his future development direction.
In high spirits after having resolved many of the technical issues, Leilin directly helped Melinda eliminate some of her soul-related hidden dangers, leaving her deeply grateful.
"The procedure for splitting the True Soul has been fully simulated, and the success rate is quite high. Next is the issue of how to control the clone's True Soul..."
Leilin stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.
Although the soul-splitting technique Melinda had provided was highly viable, it also carried a significant problem — the inability to control the clone's True Soul!
Even the Flame Throne itself had been practically destroyed by this very issue, eliminated by the Belinda who later formed, with even the original body forcibly taken over.
Leilin had no intention of ever encountering the absurd situation of a soul clone rebellion, so this budding problem had to be snuffed out immediately.
"Lord Leilin! The clearing and migration of the entire Ouroboros Ring is complete!"
At this moment, Gilbert and the others walked in, accompanied by Alpha and several others wearing complicated expressions.
Although Leilin had now demonstrated formidable power to back them warlocks up, he would soon be leaving the Central Region to develop on the South Coast — this really left them feeling somewhat lacking in confidence.
However, with Leilin's reputation to lean on, the entire Warlock Alliance had more than enough means to protect itself, so their complicated feelings were understandable.
"Good! Then let's set out as soon as possible!"
Leilin's expression was perfectly calm — one might even say serene and unperturbed.
He had set aside time for these tedious matters only because of the various favors he owed, and once everything was done, he could devote himself wholeheartedly to the pursuit of eternity.
…
Before long, another piece of news spread across the Central Region like a bombshell — that terrifyingly gifted Bloodline Throne, the strongest among them all, who had single-handedly suppressed numerous Wizard Thrones, Lord Leilin Farell, had actually led the entire Ouroboros Ring in a collective migration out of the Central Region to the desolate Wizard wasteland of the South Coast.
Although the Warlock Alliance had initially tried its utmost to conceal the matter, such a situation — the migration of an entire organization — simply could not be hidden no matter what.
The Bloodline Warlocks who had just begun to strut about, between their wailing, could only temporarily rein in their arrogant bravado.
Meanwhile, under the vigorous development of the Bloodline Alliance, the personal safety of numerous Bloodline Warlocks was still not an issue — they even began a new wave of expansion across the Central Region.
In the end, they even grew into the Central Region's largest power, one that endured for a very long time.
Of course, all of this had virtually nothing to do with Leilin anymore — even if he had known, it wouldn't have drawn the slightest bit of his attention.
After settling the Ouroboros Ring on the South Coast and presiding over one round of underground trade, Leilin let go entirely. Each day, apart from spending time with Fir and the others and looking after Siri, he simply immersed himself in the laboratory.
With the Ouroboros Ring's strength, keeping the entire South Coast in check was more than sufficient.
Moreover, as the underground trade continued to develop, the enormous profits it generated placed the entire Ouroboros Ring on the fast track of rapid development, its power growing by leaps and bounds.
Having completed this series of actions, Leilin could finally put his mind at ease and turn his attention to the areas that truly interested him.
Deep underground, in a laboratory of unknown location.
"Experiment number 2,419 — begin!"
At the sound of Leilin's voice, the Chip's mechanical prompt popped up as well: [Ding! Experiment initiated! Data recording in progress!]
At that moment, Leilin was observing two cultivation bodies behind a massive glass wall.
Both experimental cultivation bodies bore the distinctive features of subterranean races. What was even more astonishing was the illusory humanoid expression on their faces, as though wearing a layer of translucent mask.
Upon Leilin's command, layers of electrical stimulation began to be applied one after another. On the experimental bodies' backs, numerous transparent tubes writhed in unison, pumping large quantities of liquids of various colors and unknown composition directly into their bodies.
"Wuuuu..."
"Jiejie..." The two experimental bodies reacted differently, their muscles writhing ceaselessly, as though swarms of small rats were scurrying beneath their skin, with numerous fleshy lumps rolling about — a sight that was quite disgusting and terrifying.
What drew even more attention was the illusory soul mask on their faces, which had grown even more radiant, with the expressions upon it becoming increasingly complex.
[Targets functioning well! No adverse rejection reactions!] The Chip reported faithfully: [Commencing remote control attempt!]
Translucent threads descended one by one, each ending in the phantom of a six-legged golden spider.
The translucent threads first spread across one experimental body's face, with numerous tendrils probing together into its skull, causing an expression of intense agony to appear on its face, before extending their reach toward the second experimental body.
"Gulu! Gulu!"