Evolving infinitely from ground zero

Inside the biological passage, it was pitch-black.

There was no light.

No sound.

Walking inside, it was as if one were in the vast, dark universe, deathly silent, icy cold, and terrifying.

Time passed, unmeasured.

Lin Zichen saw a point of light appear ahead.

He knew they were nearly at the exit, so he immediately took Shen Qinghan's hand and quickened their pace.

About half a minute later.

The two passed through the biological passage and entered the legendary Origin Land.

The moment they stepped out of the passage.

Lin Zichen could distinctly feel an invisible pressure squeezing from all sides, enveloping his whole body like a sponge, making breathing difficult and bringing discomfort.

Is this the rejection of Domain Power?

While thinking, Lin Zichen carefully felt this intangible pressure.

By his side, Shen Qinghan held her petite mouth with her hand, her pretty face showing a bit of discomfort, looking like she was about to throw up.

"Are you feeling okay?"

Lin Zichen looked at Shen Qinghan beside him and asked with a gentle voice.

After pausing for a moment, Shen Qinghan spoke weakly, "I feel a bit uncomfortable, I probably need to adapt a little more."

Having said that, she asked, "Lin Zi, how about you? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Lin Zichen: "I'm also a little uncomfortable, but it's bearable."

No sooner had he spoken.

A guard responsible for watching the entrance approached, asking, "May I know if you are Lin Zichen and Shen Qinghan?"

Lin Zichen nodded: "Yes, we are."

While saying this, he dispersed his spiritual power to take a peek at the guard's biological information.

Very strong, a High Order High Level Expert.

Placed on Earth, they would be enough to serve as deans of the Evolution College in the two major schools.

Merely a guard, yet with a Biological Level as high as High Order High Level, the saying 'the strong are in Origin Land' indeed was not wrong.

The guard pointed toward an office on the side: "Please go over there to register your basic information, someone will escort you to your dormitory shortly."

"Okay."

Lin Zichen responded and followed with Shen Qinghan towards where the guard was pointing.

In just a moment, the two entered the office.

Inside the office, a few women were working.

As soon as Lin Zichen walked in, he dispersed his spiritual power, intuitively spying on the biological information of these women.

Their Biological Levels were all High Level Lower Order, lower than both his and Shen Qinghan's.

It was normal for office workers to have lower Biological Levels.

"You must be Lin Zichen and Shen Qinghan, right?"

The short-haired woman by the door saw them enter and immediately stood up with a warm smile, saying, "Come, come here and register your personal information."

Lin Zichen and Shen Qinghan went up to register.

The information required for registration was not much, just age, height, weight, Biological Level, and other basic information.

In just a few moments, they were done.

Lin Zichen and Shen Qinghan then casually found a place to sit in the office, waiting for someone in charge from the Alien Human Level squad to come and fetch them.

During the wait, the women in the office frequently struck up conversations with them, trying to get close to the two.

The two were, after all, Alien Human Level Geniuses with immeasurable future prospects.

Getting their faces known now and being remembered by them could be enormously beneficial later on.

...

About ten minutes later.

A spirited woman walked in.

The moment she entered, the woman walked towards where Lin Zichen and Shen Qinghan were seated and asked, "May I know if you are Lin Zichen and Shen Qinghan?"

"Yes, we are."

Lin Zichen replied.

He also spied on the woman's biological information, learning that her Biological Level was as high as High Level Middle Order.

From entering Origin Land until now, every person he had seen was a High Level Expert.

Origin Land truly was a world of the strong.

"You two, come with me," the woman said before turning to leave the office.

Lin Zichen and Shen Qinghan stood up and followed her out.

All along the way.

Lin Zichen continuously surveyed the surrounding environment.

The city where he currently was, City No. 1, is the first stronghold established by Earthlings in Origin Land and is also currently the largest stronghold.

According to information, City No. 1 covers an area of about 100 square kilometers.

Equivalent to a small county in terms of size.

Surrounding the city was a hundred-meter-tall wall made of an unknown mineral, used to isolate it from the outside world.

Above the city, there was a layer of pale blue halo, like a giant bracelet covering the city, sealing it.

Inside the city, there were forests, lakes, and fields, making up a small, independently circulating ecological system.

"Lin Zi, do you still have that discomfort caused by the Domain Power rejection?" Shen Qinghan asked while walking.

Upon hearing this, Lin Zichen checked and found his body felt relaxed, no longer having that earlier difficulty in breathing.

He then said, "I've fully adapted now, there's no discomfort like at the beginning."

"Me too," Shen Qinghan said: "I feel much better now, just a bit dizzy, but I no longer feel nauseous and like vomiting."

The woman in front, upon hearing their conversation, couldn't help but smile and said, "The Domain Power within the city has been weakened, so it's normal to adapt quickly; once you are outside and face the true intensity of the Domain Power rejection, you'll need to adapt a bit more."

Not long after she finished speaking.

The woman led Lin Zichen and Shen Qinghan to a building and stopped.

It was a wooden building.

Constructed from various special wooden materials.

Though it looked simple, its strength was hundreds to thousands of times stronger than reinforced concrete buildings on Earth.

"This building is the dormitory for you Alien Human Level geniuses; inside are very basic small compartments, basically just for sleeping."

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