Mythological origin

Faith's consciousness suddenly trembled in the chaos, as if an ice crystal was thrown into boiling lava. The intense pain caused by countless pieces of information rushing into her mind made her almost curl up into a ball.

The blond muscular man on the other side snorted softly, cold sweat oozing from his forehead, his teeth biting his lower lip tightly, and the taste of blood spread on the tip of his tongue.

After forcing the technique into the two people's minds, Bai Mo's spiritual thoughts penetrated in little by little like a thread, and began to examine the "cocoon" that protected them.

From the outside, the entire cocoon is a perfect ellipsoid with an extremely smooth surface, but at a microscopic scale, it presents countless overlapping geometric patterns, as if it were some kind of topological structure beyond three dimensions.

The core of the cocoon is not any known element, but a tangled high-dimensional information flow.

They swirled like a vortex in the galaxy, and every rotation tore open tiny cracks in the space-time around them, quietly guiding the external gravity that was powerful enough to crush diamonds into the depths of the void.

Every strand of hair is a miniature formation. As the external gravitational tides rise and fall, the information flow within it distorts and deforms like a living thing, transforming destructive pressure into harmless ripples.

Concept substance.

Bai Mo gave this structure a random name.

There are similar conjectures in the cutting-edge research of the White Earth.

Some people believe that there is such an abstract "substance" whose function can be realized only by structure, not by materials and physical properties.

As long as the structural information is correct, the effect will be the same.

It's a bit like the rune technology that is common in the Empire and the White Land.

According to Bai Mo's observation, the core of the cocoon is not a physical material, but a string of "conceptual matter" compressed from high-dimensional information.

This substance does not rely on a material carrier. As long as the structure exists, it can distort local space and time and offset the extreme pressure from the outside world.

Bai Mo's broken hair is just a carrier. It would make no difference if it were replaced with a piece of stone. The real mystery lies in the structure engraved in each hair.

Those structures are not static patterns, but information flows that are constantly reorganized as external gravity changes.

……

"Have you learned it?"

After a while, Bai Mo asked the two people in the cocoon.

"..."

There was silence.

Bai Mo took a quick look with his divine sense and found that the fire of life inside the cocoon did not disappear, but was just beating rhythmically, alternating between bright and dark.

Only then did he remember that the two little guys inside were not the immortals with extremely high information processing speeds that he could interact with on a daily basis.

If it were Ramdo and the others, they would have digested the information about the skills that was forced into their heads in just a few seconds, but Feis and the others had to digest it bit by bit.

After all, things like the Thousand Souls Sutra have long been a compulsory course in the basic curriculum of cultivating immortals. Everyone assumes that the higher the level of cultivation, the stronger the ability to process and acquire information. Things like young people killing old monsters are as difficult as leeks killing the dealer.

Seeing that the two would need a long time to digest the information, Bai Mo decided to continue studying this cocoon woven from his own hair.

But he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The size and mass of this neutron star that I calculated seem to be a little abnormal.

According to existing human physics theories, the upper limit of the mass of a neutron star should be only about two suns.

If it gets any bigger, it will become a black hole.

But why did I measure such an outrageous amount as two hundred suns?

There must be something wrong here.

… “Senior, I’m fine.”

After a while, the silence in the cocoon was broken by Faith's weak breathing.

Her consciousness trudged through the flood of information, as if she was walking barefoot in a sea of ​​fire and swords.

However, she had already experienced more excruciating pain, so she didn't find it too unbearable.

She, or rather he before he was forced to change his sex, was at least a genius who could stir up the world, so it only took her 100,000 heartbeats to master the skill of eating wind and drinking dew.

There is no sun or moon on the neutron star, and it is pitch black inside the cocoon. The concept of time is very vague, and she can only roughly measure it using her heartbeat.

A warm current rose from her dantian and slowly flowed along her meridians.

The air in the cocoon, which was originally as hot as a furnace, gradually cooled down as she breathed in and out, and turned into wisps of cool mist that lingered around her body.

But...how long will this kind of life last?

Maybe, until the end of life?

During the initiation just now, Bai Mo had already taken the opportunity to briefly introduce the situation they were in.

Outside is a hell even worse than hell—the surface of a neutron star.

With their current cultivation level, if they left the protection of the "cocoon", they would be crushed into powder by the terrifying gravity in the next second.

Unless they can train themselves to the point where they can withstand the super gravity with their physical bodies, they will never be able to leave the cocoon.

What’s even worse is that according to Bai Mo’s observation, the lifespan of these two cocoons hastily woven by the divine wind in the extreme environment of the surface of a neutron star may only be about fifty years...

……

"Senior, I have learned it too. My surname is Bai, and my name is Baishou." After hundreds of breaths, the yellow-haired man in another cocoon said.

In such a ghost place, he obviously wanted to use his name to have even the slightest connection with Bai Mo.

"Who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra?"

Bai Mo didn't pay much attention to the fact that they both had the same surname, Bai. After all, they were from completely different worlds. Instead, he thought of two lines of poetry.

"How about...I write a set of exercises and call it Taixuan Jing?"

He recalled a novel he had read many years ago, which contained a martial arts method called "Tai Xuan Jing". Now he met a little guy named Bai Shou, which was just right.

"This is a neutron star, with an extremely strong magnetic field and a very fast rotation speed. A special technique that is adapted to this environment is named "Magnetic Field Rotation". "

"Wait, extremely strong magnetic field?" Bai Mo suddenly realized something while thinking.

It was the magnetic field. This neutron star had an extremely strong magnetic field that interfered with his measurements.

Compared with the gravity of tens of thousands of mountains pressing down on his head, the magnetic field that did not cause direct damage was ignored by Bai Mo.

Under the shadow of the gravitational field, the unimaginably huge magnetic field is actually tearing apart time and space at a violent speed close to the speed of light.

These magnetic fields formed a kind of "pseudo-event horizon" outside, distorting his observations.

The result was that he had miscalculated the size of the neutron star.

Its actual diameter is less than 20 kilometers, and its mass is about the same as when it just swallowed the sun. The energy that was mistakenly identified as mass is actually the ripples caused by the magnetic field in space and time.

"It seems that a magnetic field that is strong enough can be used directly as an illusion." (End of this chapter)