On the cold altar.
Ye Feng put down the notebook, clasped his hands behind his back, and circled the hexagonal altar, shaking his head from time to time, nodding occasionally, seemingly pondering something.
"Thought, contemplation, and imagination."
"Ideal, the most perfect concept of things."
"The two have something in common, yet they are not entirely the same. To achieve an ideal, one must have thoughts and put them into action. What is missing in between?"
Ye Feng fell into deep thought.
He shook his head, feeling his head heavy.
"Forget it!"
Ye Feng opened his eyes, returned to the ground, and found that the Hexagonal Ancestral Box was in the Imperial City of the Mechanical Clan, studying dozens of types of Mechanical Clan here and creating new species.
"What have you achieved?" Ye Feng asked.
"Reporting to the master, I found that all the Mechanical Clan here are new species. After my analysis, multiple new species have already been created on the Ancestral Star."
