The aliens who were picked up by Superman at the beginning

The survivors were not dead, but after being beheaded, their heads, which had shrunk to the size of a meter, were viewed by several people in turn.

With a head one meter long and a body mostly around seven or eight meters long, this is probably the true size of the original inhabitants.

This was also the first time that Li Zhen had fought against such a unique and powerful opponent and won. Her collecting desire, which should have dissipated as her memories of the Wittrum era faded, began to stir again.

All I can say is that if it were someone who wasn't so versatile and didn't have teammates, even if their one-on-one ability was comparable to his, they would absolutely not be able to defeat this survivor today.

If he could, he would like to conquer the world with just his fists.

Li Zhen examined the head of the survivor over and over again, clicking his tongue in admiration.

"When I was not as good as Superman, I envied Superman's complex and multifaceted superpowers. Now that I have become an even more complex warrior than Superman, I am somewhat envious of the pure, powerful fighting style of the past."

As Amorro silently dismantles the bodies of the remnants, he has no time to respond. The witch Cersei, who thinks she has just joined the team, is indeed as insightful as someone who has lived for several years.

"Why are you making such a comment, boss?"

Lee Jung gave the witch an approving look.

"Although we won a team victory that wasn't particularly difficult, if the Remnants wreak havoc on Earth, they will most likely succeed in defeating the Justice League, only to be pierced through and defeated by Superman with a single punch."

A look of confusion crossed the witch's face. In Cersei's opinion, the Superman on Earth was nowhere near as powerful as the new boss she was following, so the witch, unable to understand why Lee Jung was suddenly praising Superman, could only remain silent.

With over a thousand years of experience, witches at least know not to flatter indiscriminately.

However, the remnant who had been tossed around and played with but remained silent finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Why would I destroy this so-called Earth? I've always been doing the right thing!"

"Ah, no, no, no, you're just doing what you think is right. We usually call this kind of guy an extremist."

"Extremist? In my opinion, you're just ignorant!"

"The ignorant will have their heads chopped off."

"Aaaaaah! Release me! My purpose goes far beyond simply eliminating those emotion legions!"

A glint of light flashed in Li Zhen's eyes.

The Lantern Spirits, floating not far behind the group, exchanged glances.

Alisa was itching to get her hands dirty. Back when she was still in service and the Green Lantern Corps was still intact, she used to play the role of a stern interrogator in front of captured interstellar criminals.

She couldn't defeat the remnants, nor did she have the ability to do so. But Li Zhen, with a few casual remarks and jokes, managed to pry open a hole in the deeper information the remnants possessed.

What Alisa didn't know was that Li Zhen's sudden trip to space to help them deal with the survivors was actually for another purpose.

Encountering and successfully resolving the issue with the survivors was merely a pleasant surprise. Initially, Li Zhen was hoping to glean some information from Kyle Reiner, who was supposed to become Ion Man in the original storyline.

Li Zhen then began a series of interrogations that incorporated provocative tactics.

And little by little, they uncovered the origins of the people who had survived the war.

The reason this guy was able to become the only 'mortal' character to survive the restart of the cosmic era is because the race of the remnants has touched the boundary of the universe that should not theoretically exist.

Li Zhen didn't know how long that powerful race, whose past could only be glimpsed through the mouths of its descendants, had developed to the point that it could occupy the entire universe and reach such a level of research.

However, it was precisely by taking advantage of the unique nature of the universe's boundary that the remnants were able to successfully transition to the emergence of the new universe.

And that special place, the so-called edge of the universe, is precisely—

Origin Wall.

Theoretically, the Origin Wall should be attached to a character who, theoretically, predates the New 52 and was responsible for the Blackest Night event.

The Black Death Emperor. It was this guy that Li Zhen remembered after being scolded by the Demon Overseer, someone who could represent both darkness and a concept.

As a member of DC's complex Grim Reaper system, the Black Death Emperor naturally represents the concept of death.

Li Zhen wanted to remain in a state of complacency, but she couldn't simply let things unfold without considering the potential troubles.

The Demon Lord believed he could not keep all darkness out forever, so he decided to mold the universe into an unbreakable safe house.

At least until he is fully developed and 'mature'.

After confirming the existence and approximate location of the Origin Wall from the survivors, Li Zhen handed over the survivors' heads to Amozhuo for disposal.

Specialization is key; this purely technological guy is best suited to be handed over to Yamozhuo to maximize his value.

Yamo Zhuoye truly lived up to Li Zhen's expectations, extracting remarkable information from the bodies of the survivors alone.

"No wonder this is a civilization that has developed to the point of using emotional energy as a daily tool—it turns out that emotional energy is far more than just seven colored lights; those are just the most basic ones."

Yamozhuo's remarks forced Li Zhen, who was preoccupied with the Origin Wall, to shift her attention.

"What does that mean? What does it mean to have more than seven colors of light?"

With a flick of his wrist, Amozhuo channeled a cluster of multicolored energy from within the body of the survivor. Upon seeing this, the survivor's head began to convulse wildly.

He kept shouting.

"No! You shouldn't know so much yet! You're accelerating your universe's demise!"

Li Zhen ignored the remnants completely, flew straight forward, and reached out to feel the unfamiliar colored energy.

The intense emotions, completely outside his memory, made Li Zhen feel like she had discovered a new continent.

"Oh! Oh my god! I can't believe such a thing exists!"

The golden light represents eternal justice.

A gray light representing extreme sorrow.

A pink glow representing pure joy.

In addition, there are two other types of invisible light: infrared, which represents fervor and passion, and ultraviolet, which represents repression and hatred.

Moreover, Li Zhen was surprised to find that he, who was originally able to attract the anger of the red light, did not fit with the fanatical infrared light, but the ultraviolet invisible light that suppressed hatred was particularly active when it touched him.

"Holy! No wonder it's called the emotional spectrum; it covers a really wide range." Perhaps because there are so few individuals in this universe who use these energies that are far removed from the conventional seven lights, Li Zhen did not feel any particularly strong emotional guidance through these dazzling emotional energies.

"Perhaps their corresponding lamp beasts have not yet awakened, and they lack the leadership of their respective lamp masters."

At Li Zhen's request, Amo Zhuo used the technology discovered from the remnants to create a primordial lamp ring for each of the five new spectra, a ring that was different from the one in this universe, and delivered it to Li Zhen.

"Infrared and ultraviolet rays cannot come into contact with each other, otherwise it will cause the internal collapse of the emotional spectrum."

Yamozhuo added an extra instruction.

Amidst the despairing gazes of the survivors, Li Zhen tested each of the five special lamp rings one by one before putting them away.

Only a golden lamp of justice remains, to be played with at the fingertips.

"Now, we should head to the Wall of Origin."