Unlimited Adaptation

The "dust" in the dust realm refers to the basic particles that constitute all tangible substances and cannot be divided, collectively referred to as particles.

In the early stage of cultivation, particles absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, improve density, and become stronger, harder, and heavier in all aspects, but this is only the superposition of "quantity". Particles themselves have a limit to their capacity. To complete qualitative change, a more powerful force needs to be added, that is, the law.

The practice of the dust realm is to imprint the law on the flesh and blood particles, so that they break the limit and complete the transformation process.

To do this, you first need to see the particles and "touch" them.

The most mysterious "realm of consciousness" constructed by soul particles is the "eyes" that can see the microscopic, and it is also the most delicate and infinitely subdivided "scalpel". As long as the consciousness is strong enough, it is enough to complete the micro-carving work on the particles.

"I don't have any cultivation techniques for consciousness. Those are classics that can only be read on the second floor of the library."

"What's strange is that among the hundreds of cultivation techniques in the Lin family's ancestral land, there is not a single one for cultivating consciousness."

Yan Xing frowned slightly. He probably guessed something. Consciousness techniques seem to be a monopoly resource, controlled by major forces to enhance their dominance.

"No problem."

"My consciousness is strong enough, far beyond that of ordinary people. With the addition of [Microscopic Vision], it is not difficult to break through even if the 'realm of consciousness' has not been rebuilt."

Yan Xing sank his "sight" into his body and easily saw endless flesh and blood particles. [Microscopic Vision] does not refer to the eyes in a narrow sense. After several upgrades, all his perception methods can see the microscopic world, including consciousness.

The originally dark internal universe has been illuminated by the vortex of stars. One by one, the bright stars are slowly rotating around the life orifice sun. In the gaps between these seemingly stars but actually orifices, there are actually endless flesh and blood particles in the void.

"This mass of flesh and blood particles should be the heart-protecting bone, right?"

The three realms of dust: skeleton, internal organs, and flesh. From low to high, the first to start is the skeleton, and the heart-protecting bone is the closest to the heart's life orifice and the closest to the Daoyuan Law. It is the first step for all cultivators to imprint the law.

"Let's start..."

Yan Xing's mind moved, and the star wheel turned violently. Under the wrapping of consciousness, the light of the origin of life extended an extremely fine ray of light, and inside it was the "holy light law" after extreme compression.

In the first attempt, Yan Xing did not overestimate himself. You must know that if you are not careful, the flesh and blood particles will be annihilated by the power of the law, so he chose the law that he was most proficient in.

In the previous life, the most advanced lithography machine has reached the 1 nanometer level, and hundreds of billions of transistors can be integrated on a wafer the size of a fingernail. What Yan Xing is doing now is to imprint extremely complex laws on particles that are only hundreds of billions of nanometers.

Obviously, the huge computing power required for this is not what Yan Xing has at all.

What he had to do was actually very simple. He only needed to pull the light of the origin of life over and connect it to the particles. The subsequent imprinting and engraving of the law would be completed automatically.

Boom——

When the origin light touched the particles, an extremely obscure wave broke out, and there was no vision of brilliant divine light, because "photons" were too huge in the microscopic world.

"Is it done?"

Yan Xing's heart moved. Under the microscopic vision, the golden particle, which was originally smooth on the surface, had been wrapped with a circle of extremely mysterious patterns, exuding the breath of sacred light.

At the same time, the particles completed a certain qualitative change, the limit was broken, and they became hungry again, longing for the nourishment of spiritual energy.

"So that's it. My foundation in the mortal body realm is extremely deep, and the strength of the flesh and blood particles is extraordinary. I can easily carry the power of the law. In this case..."

No matter how many thoughts there are, dense threads of the origin shoot out from the life orifice. In each tiny ray of light, twelve laws are wrapped, each linked to a particle, and the imprint is completed instantly.

In the microscopic world, time becomes extremely slow.

Only ten days have passed in the outside world, and the countless particles that make up the heart bone have been branded with the law and completed the transformation.

Crash--

The ripples in the green pool are rippling, gradually becoming more and more intense, forming a vortex, and the water level is visible to the naked eye.

Snap!

After a long time, the water surface burst, and Yan Xing jumped out of it. On his naked chest, a piece of bone flashed with colorful divine light, reflecting through the flesh and blood.

"A small heart bone actually increased the power of dragons by 100!?"

Yan Xing's eyes were shocked. Mortals have a total of 206 bones, but when practicing to the limit of the mortal body, wisdom teeth will develop again and grow into new teeth, so every cultivator has 208 bones.

The heart bone is much smaller than the skull, leg bones, etc., and the number of particles is naturally not much, but it adds 100 dragon powers to him. If the internal organs and flesh are added, how amazing will it be when the dust realm is perfect?

"No, this is not the limit. Such a huge improvement is closely related to the twelve laws. I can continue to 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 small matter. If others want to swallow it, the particles can't bear it. It's all hard work. Even if he is so poor that he swallows the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, with his cultivation speed, he can meet the needs of the particles.

"Time is running out. First collect the treasures on the last isolated island."

The trial only lasts for one month. If he doesn't get out in advance, he will probably be trapped on Lichen Star. He can practice anytime, no need to rush.

Swish!

Yan Xing opened his mouth and spurted out the Fang of Light, cutting off the entire pool. There was still 90% of the earth vein marrow cleansing fluid left in it, all of which were stored in the Hell Dimension.

When a goose passes by, its feathers are plucked, and when a beast leaves, its skin is left. He is now in great need of cultivation resources.

"The last one."

Yan Xing stepped into the air and left, his expression somewhat solemn. This last isolated island was particularly large. The key point was that he had vaguely sensed a hint of crisis on it before, which was why he suddenly stopped to break through the realm.

Time was running out, and the trial was less than five days away. Now he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

Crossing the light film, Yan Xing slowly landed on the square, raised his eyes and glanced, and his sight was attracted by the throne at the end of the square.

On the pyramid platform, a scarlet throne stood on the top, which was made of various bones.

A dark figure sat on the throne, wearing pure white armor, with every inch of skin tightly covered. In his left hand, he held a silver spear, which was sharp and sharp. It had been immortal for billions of years. It should be a powerful Taoist weapon.

Yan Xing's eyes moved and he looked at the man's right hand on his thigh. His five fingers were tightly holding a scarlet token. His aura was extremely fierce. He could vaguely see half a word on it - "正". ​​Could it be a conquest?

His heart trembled and he looked up.

The dark hole on the mask seemed to be staring at him straight, spanning the eternal years, which was creepy.