The "dust" in the dust realm refers to the basic particles that constitute all tangible substances and cannot be divided into any other parts. They are collectively called particles.
In the early stages of practice, particles absorb the aura of heaven and earth, increase their density, and become stronger, harder, and heavier in all directions. However, this is only a superposition of "quantity". The particles themselves have a capacity limit. To complete the qualitative change, more needs to be done. When powerful forces join in, that is the law.
Cultivation in the dust realm is the process of imprinting laws on flesh and blood particles, allowing them to break through their limits and complete their transformation.
To do this, you first need to see the particles and "touch" them.
The most mysterious thing about living beings is the "realm of consciousness" constructed of soul particles. It is the "eye" that can see the microscopic world. It is also the most exquisite "scalpel" that can be infinitely subdivided. As long as the consciousness is strong enough, it is enough to complete the task in the particles. Micro carving work on.
"I don't have the skills to practice consciousness yet. Those are the books that can only be read on the second floor of the library."
"The strange thing is that among the hundreds of books of exercises in the Lin family's ancestral land, not one of them is about cultivating consciousness."
Yan Xing frowned slightly. He probably guessed something. Consciousness skills seemed to be monopoly resources, controlled by big forces to enhance their dominance.
"No problem."
"My consciousness is powerful enough, far beyond that of ordinary people. Coupled with the [Microscopic Vision], even if I have not rebuilt the 'Realm of Consciousness', it is not difficult to break through."
Yan Xing sunk his "sight" into his body and easily saw endless particles of flesh and blood. [Microscopic vision] does not refer to the eyes in the narrow sense. After several enhancements, he could see the microscopic world with all his perception methods, including consciousness.
The originally dark inner universe has been illuminated by the vortex of stars. The bright stars are slowly rotating around the great sun of the life aperture. Between these gaps that look like stars but are actually apertures, there are actually things in the void. Endless particles of flesh and blood.
"This ball of flesh and blood particles should be the heart-protecting bones, right?"
The three realms of dust: bones, internal organs, skin and flesh. From lowest to highest, the bones are the first thing to start with, and the heart-protecting bone is closest to the heart orifice, closest to the Principle of the Principle, and is the first among all monks' branding rules. step.
"here we go……"
As soon as Yan Xing's thoughts moved, Xingxuan rotated violently. Under the wrap of consciousness, the light of the origin of life extended an extremely fine light, and inside it was the extremely compressed "divine light law".
In the first attempt, Yan Xing did not rely too much on it. He knew that the flesh and blood particles would be wiped out by the power of the law if he was not careful, so he chose the law that he was most proficient in controlling.
In previous lives, the most advanced photolithography machines have reached the 1-nanometer level and can integrate hundreds of billions of transistors on a chip the size of a fingernail. What Yan Xing is doing now is to imprint extremely complicated laws on particles that are only a few hundred billionths of a nanometer.
Obviously, the huge computing power required is not what Yan Xing has at all.
What he has to do is actually very simple. He only needs to pull the light of the origin of life and connect it with the particles. The subsequent imprinting will be inscribed and the rules will be completed automatically.
boom--
The moment the source light touched the particles, an extremely obscure wave erupted. There was no bright light, because the "photons" seemed too huge in the microscopic world.
"Is this it?"
Yan Xing's heart moved. Under the microscopic vision, the originally smooth golden particle had been wrapped with a circle of extremely mysterious patterns, exuding the aura of divine light.
At the same time, the particles completed some kind of qualitative change, their limits were broken, and they became hungry again, eager for the nourishment of spiritual energy.
"I see, my foundation in the mortal realm is extremely deep. The strength of the flesh and blood particles is extraordinary, and I can easily carry the power of the law. In that case..."
No matter how many thoughts there are, dense threads of origin shoot out from the life orifice. Each tiny ray of light is wrapped in twelve laws, each linked to a particle, and the imprint is completed instantly.
In the microscopic world, time becomes extremely slow.
Only ten days have passed since the outside world, and the countless particles that make up the heart-protecting bones have been imprinted with laws and completed their transformation.
Crash--
The ripples in the turquoise pool gradually became more and more intense, forming a whirlpool. It was visible to the naked eye that the water level was falling.
boom!
After a long time, the water surface exploded, and Yan Xing jumped up from it. On Chi Guo's chest, a piece of bones shone with colorful divine light, reflecting through the flesh and blood.
"A small piece of heart-protecting bone actually increased the dragon's power by 100!?"
Yan Xing's eyes were shocked. Mortals have a total of 206 bones. But if you practice to the limit of your mortal body, your wisdom teeth will develop twice and grow into new teeth. Therefore, every monk has 208 bones.
The heart-protecting bone is much smaller than the skull, leg bones, etc., and the number of particles is naturally not much, but it adds 100 dragon power. If you add the internal organs, skin and flesh, how reversible will it be when the dust realm is perfect? sky?
"No, this is not the limit. Being able to improve so much is inseparable from the twelve laws. I can still accommodate the laws."
"But in this case, the demand for spiritual energy is also very exaggerated."
Yan Xing nodded with satisfaction. Spiritual energy is a trivial matter. If others want to swallow it, the particles can't bear it. It's all a matter of water grinding. Even if he is so poor that he can swallow the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, with his cultivation speed, he can still meet the needs of the particles.
"Time is running out. Let's collect the treasures on the last island first."
The trial only lasted for a month. If he didn't leave early, he would probably be trapped on the Lichen Star. He could practice at any time, so there was no need to rush.
Bah!
Yan Xing opened his mouth and sprayed out the teeth of light, cutting the entire pool. There was still 90% of the earth vein marrow cleansing source liquid left in it, all of which was collected in the hell dimension.
The geese pluck their feathers when they pass, and the beasts leave their skins when they leave. He is now very short of cultivation resources.
"The last one."
Yan Xing walked away in the air with a somewhat solemn expression. This last island was extremely huge. The most important thing was that he had faintly sensed a hint of crisis on it. This was also the reason why he suddenly stopped to break through the realm.
Time waits for no one. There are less than five days until the trial is closed. Now we have no choice but to bite the bullet.
Crossing the light film, Yan Xing slowly landed on the square. He raised his eyes and his eyes were attracted to the throne at the end of the square.
On the high platform of the pyramid, there stands a scarlet throne at the top, which is made of various bones.
Sitting on the throne was a dark figure, dressed in pure white armor, with every inch of skin tightly covered. He held a silver spear in his left hand, which was sharp and immortal. It should be a powerful Taoist weapon after billions of years.
Yan Xing's eyes moved and he looked at the man's right hand on his thigh. He held a scarlet token tightly with five fingers. His breath was fierce and unusual. He could vaguely see half of the word "Zheng" on it - "Zheng". Could it be Conquest?
My heart trembled and I looked up.
The dark hole in the mask seemed to be staring directly at him, spanning eternity, and it was creepy.
