[This race actually takes a shortcut for growth, evolved into a symbiotic mode. They don’t need to consider cultivation systems, life structure optimization, and other issues. They just need to find the flesh and blood of the strong, and they can form powerful puppet lives. Even species with different life structures can be intricately pieced together by them, merging two completely different life features to birth deformed monsters.]

[Simply put, flesh and blood of sentient beings are seen by the Evil Gu Insect Clan as Spirit Ore, Spirit Plant, and other materials. With these, the equipment created is the Puppet Sewing Body. The higher the strength of the target’s residual body, the higher the quality of the puppet created, bypassing the step of self-life optimization, forging a unique path to power, but essentially this evolution method apart from rapid growth, has all other drawbacks, far inferior to the Soul Beast System of the Soul Returning Clan.]

After understanding the details, Li Zheng nodded in realization.

During the battle just now, he felt that these controlled puppets showed no stiffness in their actions during combat.

After listening to the Guidance’s explanation, he roughly understood.

One can think of the Evil Gu Worm as warriors controlling mechas, and flesh and blood are the materials for crafting mechas.

And the Evil Gu Insect Swarm are experts in this area, able to perfectly harness any flesh and blood material for its strength.

Picking up the refined residues left on the ground, he continued to explore deeper into the dense forest.

The Blind Leap Trial is undoubtedly a lonely journey.

But for Li Zheng, the team chat channel allows for dialogue, and there are over a billion players and tourists accompanying in the live chat, so he doesn’t feel lonely at all.

Occasionally, he glances at the hot barrage in the live chat room and interacts.

Ahead is a relatively open woodland, sunlight streaming through the gaps in the leaves casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Here, Li Zheng catches a whiff of a foul odor. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

It didn’t seem like the smell of rotten leaves, nor the smell of metal rust, but rather like the bitter scent of some kind of crushed vegetation.

Parting the obstructing vines, he discovers a semi-wilted medicinal herb growing beside a broken shield debris, the leaves stained with dark brown smudges that, upon closer inspection, appear to be dried blood stains.

Decomposition scanning revealed that this was actually a Fifth Rank Spirit Plant.

Li Zheng’s face instantly blossomed with joy.

The fun of exploration lies precisely in this, the unknown path ahead always brings unexpected surprises.

This is also the unique joy of the players.

For other races, exploration is nerve-wracking, but for players, it’s filled with anticipation.

He decisively pulled the herb out by the roots and directly stored it in his Space Bag.

Following the direction of the herb growth further in, the scattered metal remnants on the ground became increasingly dense.

He also found a palm-sized metal plate on the ground, inscribed with "Reverse Tide 3293 Corps - Mad Python Battle Array", with half a broken chain hanging from the edge, likely an Identity Card worn by Reverse Tide Warriors back then.

The mist in the forest gradually thickened, with a faint sweet and bloody aroma.

Li Zheng stopped, listening intently. Apart from his own breathing, there was a slight "rustling" sound, as if something was crawling among the vines.

He slowly approached the source of the sound, parting the vine-covered ancient trees, revealing a sudden open view.

A sunken valley appeared before him, the valley walls embedded with dense arrow clusters, some arrows still wrapped in faded cloth strips.

The valley floor was covered in half a foot of black mud that made a soft cracking sound when stepped on.

At this moment, Research Party players in the live chat commented, suggesting that this soil layer should be a layer of corpses, countless bones partially buried by the earth.

Even the substance resembling soil might be the remnants of warriors from years past.

This goes to show what a brutal war took place here back then.

Gazing into the distance, many sewn body lives controlled by Evil Gu Worms could be seen wandering around.

According to the Guidance’s explanation, their movements were not aimless wandering, but a training compatibility mode of the Evil Gu Insect Clan.

Continuously refining proficiency until reaching "man-machine unity".

Li Zheng looked up towards the east side of the valley, where the vines grew especially thick, and upon zooming in, he could see some gray-brown objects standing behind the vines.

Upon approaching, he released Gang Qi, transforming his fingers into a sword, and slashed away the blocking vines.

He discovered a row of vertical stone slabs behind the vines, with faint inscriptions on them.

On the topmost stone slab, a crooked character "evil" was carved at the edge.

In the muddy ground in front of the slabs was a broken sword, its hilt wrapped in faded cloth, but still recognizable as a standardized weapon used by Reverse Tide Warriors. In front of the broken sword lay a skull with only bones remaining.

The specific race of the opponent, Li Zheng could not discern.

Although he spent over two years with the Reverse Tide, he only interacted with a part of its vast system.

The area he was in was under the command of the Floating Tomb Commander of the Reverse Tide 138th Corps, where he would also go to fight in the future.

Including the first to fifth phase, 2500 Reverse Tide Training Camps were all new recruit training bases of the 138th Corps.

The alien race students he encountered were just a tiny fraction of the vast Reverse Tide system, with many races he had yet to see.

Grabbing the sword hilt to pull it out, the blade brought out a string of adhesive bones, with one finger bone still tightly gripping a copper ring on the sword sheath.

This left Li Zheng momentarily stunned.

Suddenly understanding that this is not a slab, but a tombstone.

He crouched down, using his fingers to clear the dirt from the tombstone’s surface, the engraved words behind it boldly leaping into view like cuts from a blade or chisel:

The Seventh Subgroup, Evilman, fiercely battled here for three days, blade broken and armor shattered, yet still held the enemy’s skull in laughter.