The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

As if sensing this immense crisis, the black dragon, whose size had increased by another hundred feet, raised its head in alarm, its vertical pupils suddenly shrinking.

The pure black wisps of silk, like a boiling river, kept gushing forth.

Each wisp is a frozen millennium, and each wisp is a fleeting moment, intertwined, roaring silently as it sweeps across the sky.

The dark star suddenly turned red.

One moment it was extremely dark, the next it was extremely bright, with no transition in between.

Boundless light poured down from the heavens, and the brief pause gave people a sense of eternity.

Trillions of dazzling meteors scattered outwards in a radial pattern, their brilliance blinding, their power unfathomable, and their destiny immeasurable.

They are quantum slices of the shadow of the pseudo-world, each dragging a trail of its own superimposed image.

Countless illusory, tiny Earths spread out, pushing and shoving each other, rapidly expanding and fading, like billions of soul butterflies leaving a branch.

The snowfield fell silent in that instant. The aurora was torn apart, swallowed up, and rewritten into a slowly rotating crimson-gold wheel of light, as if the heavens had opened their single eye stained with karmic flames.

Wherever the radiance shines, the sky is clear and the earth is at peace, and the world is crystal clear.

The chill has faded, and the warmth has returned.

It was unclear what was burning, but ashes slowly rose into the air, first like willow catkins carried by the wind, then gradually becoming denser, until they covered the sky and the earth, creating a hazy, misty atmosphere that enveloped the sun, moon, and stars in a lead-gray veil.

They fall softly, etching tiny holes in the ice fields and creating wisps of white smoke when they land in the sea.

……

In January 2010, the year of Gengyin, winter was not yet over and spring had not yet arrived.

Thousands of miles away, a thousand cities look up to us all.

Countless people stopped in their tracks, put down what they were holding, and raised their heads in unison to look at the sky that was slowly changing color.

The streets and alleys were quiet, the traffic was stagnant, and millions of faces were gilded with the same color by the red light of the sky at the same moment.

The light was not dazzling, but rather warm and gentle, as if some ancient being had finally closed its eyes.

That Earth, hanging like a reflection, a jar that deceives the heavens, was once the shadow that hung over the heads of all living beings every day and night.

People have become accustomed to walking briskly with their heads down under its obscure outline, accustomed to its presence feeling like a thorn in their side, and accustomed to not looking at it.

But now, it's gone.

The sky suddenly seemed unfamiliar, so vast it made one's heart race. A sense of peace, which I had never dared to hope for before, spread like ripples from the depths of every street and alley, caressing all directions.

The Black King's destruction is a sword hanging over the world.

Millions of people who couldn't afford tickets to escape to space listened to their own heartbeats and counted the sunrises and sunsets like a countdown in every sleepless night.

Fear buried deep beneath silence, forming a scab over time. Now, the sword has suddenly shattered, the bell hanging in the sky has suddenly stopped, and that absolved, unreal lightness leaves one unsure of how to stand.

Someone squatted by the roadside, burying their face in their palms.

Someone muttered to themselves, saying things they couldn't even understand.

The sensor bricks on the sidewalk glow with a series of guiding footprints, and colorful cursors flow forward on their own, outlining an elegant trajectory. But the practitioners who were originally concentrating on imitating them are now frozen in place.

Head tilted back, mouth open, but no sound.

The 24-hour vending machine on the street corner had just dispensed a box of True Qi Capsules, Mingyu IV type, and the blue cursor was still flashing, but the dispensing slot was empty, and no one had claimed it.

The holographic fan projection ad at its top is still playing on a loop: Qi anxiety? Bottleneck panic? One capsule, one solution for all problems.

A deliveryman specializing in ointments rode his electric scooter out of the alley, his insulated box on the back stacked with neatly arranged takeout containers. The soup and noodles in the containers all contained small, unchanging herbs with a myriad of medicinal properties. Depending on the chef's preparation, these herbs could be adjusted and transformed at will, adapting to the constant workings of nature. They were inexhaustible in their uses, one herb serving as a hundred.

At that moment, he didn't look at the road, but just held his head high, letting the electric scooter wobble and rush onto the shoulder of the road, the insulated box overturned, and the lunch boxes rolled all over the ground.

Soup was spilling everywhere, but no one paid any attention.

The indicator light in the public retreat room turned from green to red—"The high-pressure energy chamber is full. There are three seats left for the Xuanbing meditation cushion. Please scan the code to get a number for the super-fast metabolism injection." The people queuing in front of the door all turned to the side, the number plates they were holding were lifted by the wind.

The hurried white-collar worker removed a gas mask-like air-purifying hood, stopped the operation of the cardiopulmonary function-enhancing vest, took a deep breath and rested, and stood like a sculpture.

The joyful boy felt a slight warmth on his wrist from the Qi-sensing gloves. The sword-shaped drones behind him stopped following and hovered in mid-air, their sword tips trembling slightly, as if instinctively pointing north.

The middle-aged man holding the internal energy status scanner was about to scold the unprogressing child when the numbers on the screen started jumping wildly. He subconsciously scanned it again, but didn't even look at the results.

A giant projection screen hangs above the square, and the image switches to an overhead view of the Qingxiao-1 spaceport.

The azure Earth slowly rotates, and in the direction of the North Pole, there are still lingering embers of light, like a ring encircling the snow-white polar ice cap.

"Perhaps, the end of the world has truly ended... We are witnessing it..."

The host's voice was broken and intermittent due to excitement.

……

Binhai City, entrance to the Binhai branch of the Lingke Academy.

Lu Mingfei walked out of the glass door.

He was slightly hunched over, and the honorary researcher's badge hanging on his chest was still fastened, the magnetic clasp dangling slightly on his lapel.

No one was surprised by his young age. In this era, maintaining youth and reversing aging have become achievable goals for every beginner in internal martial arts. Mixed-race individuals have also moved from behind the scenes to the forefront, frequently appearing in the news media and becoming idols.

His steps were very slow, so slow that he was almost pacing in place.

An indescribable sadness and loss filled my chest, like a fog that wouldn't dissipate.

At the same time, a strange sense of liberation was released from a deeper place, as if something that had been bound for too long was being gently untied.

Sorrow and release were intertwined, indistinguishable from one another.

It's as if, in gaining an answer, one also loses a question.

Weariness suddenly surged up at that moment.

It was a long-planned and overwhelming attack, and there was no way to resist it.

Lu Mingfei swayed and then collapsed.

Several people immediately gathered around, their shouts blurring into a buzzing hum.

Some said to hurry, some said to Shen Zhaogong, some said to come and save him, some said not to compete with me. In the instant their eyes met, it was hard to tell who went first and who went last. Several hands reached out at the same time, supporting him and gently laying him flat.

……

"...So that's what the plan to deceive everyone was all about!"

Zhao Qing's gaze was fixed on the outline of the black dragon, which resembled a mirror shattering. All the thoughts in his mind converged into one, and the schemes of a hundred generations and the grand plans of the ancient times were all connected and unobstructed at this moment, as if ice were melting.

She stood in the void, her figure towering. Before her shattered shadow could dissipate, the Dharma form opened its mouth and swallowed her whole.

Then, her aura surged layer by layer, a mysterious radiance expanded from her body, and a silvery void suddenly contracted at her heart, engulfing, crushing, and reforging all the rich primordial energy that Nidhogg had accumulated over hundreds of millions of years.

The scorching heat of the Earth's core, the cold of the Ice Age, the rise and fall of countless civilizations and the joys and sorrows of countless lives—the entire journey of a deity from ignorance to enlightenment, from submission to resistance, was witnessed by Zhao Qing's primordial spirit and transformed into an anchoring force.

Countless Dao patterns emerged from nothingness and returned to nothingness, repeating nine times before finally coalescing into a new natal star, which suddenly lit up on the sky of her destiny.

The gates to the Nine Realms burst open with a roar, allowing entry in an instant! It was all a natural progression!

An indescribable sense of loneliness descended upon her, but she shook it off gently, as if brushing dust off her shoulders, sweeping it away without a trace.

The withered remains of the World Tree floated in the distant sky.

This legendary alchemical matrix, which has undergone countless reincarnations and time reversals, once housed nine illusory worlds and nine plants sacrificed with the Fruit of Life. Now, its branches are broken and its roots are burned.

Zhao Qing flicked her fingers lightly.

A withered branch broke off, swirling and flying away, crashing into a gray-white shadow in the distance—the god-king Odin.

The two forces, swirling together like a ball, were sent out of the sky by her single finger, disappearing into the boundless cosmos. The astonishment in her single eye had not yet taken shape before it turned into a speck of dust in deep space.

He did not try to return. Perhaps He already knew this moment would come, just as He already knew that He was never a player on the chessboard, but merely a piece borrowed to temporarily fill a vacancy.

Zhao Qing had already realized the truth that had been buried for countless years.

It all began with the Earth's instinctive pursuit and sublimation.

An ancient consciousness, with geological time as its pulse and plate tectonics as its limbs, felt an unbearable monotony in its long self-gazing.

Thus, it chose Nidhogg, compiling it from the broth of primordial life, as its initial interlocutor, as the "other" that could reflect itself.

This external sense is constantly being shaped and revived, carrying all its projections and expectations from billions of years of solitude, and seeing the ever-changing world that it could not originally reach on behalf of the Earth's will.

The repeated adjustments to parameters, the cycle of "life" and "death," are all aimed at making Black King more perceptive, more independent, and more controllable.

But independence itself breeds rebellion.

The term "bearing" represents a cage.

As the yearning for freedom, the pursuit of meaning, and the hidden hatred of being "used as a tool" gradually accumulated, fermented, and boiled over in Nidhogg's long life, it began to struggle and try to resist, only to be easily extinguished by the will of the earth.

After countless times, Xingchen grew tired of it.

After much contemplation, it finally came up with a more advanced plan: to exchange Nidhogg's fate for its own.

Let the other become the new star consciousness, replacing its duty to guard this world for eternity, transforming it into an eternal, slow, almost dormant observer, while it itself will break free from the constraints of form and gain the freedom it has always dreamed of!

In fact, the terms of this exchange were undoubtedly unfair. The Earth's will could not possibly leave its power entirely to its successor. What it intended to give to the Black King was merely an empty shell, a glamorous title stripped of all its powers.

Without sufficient power to protect his mind, Nidhogg's will will inevitably crumble and perish under the weight of endless silence and burden.

This was merely a one-sided, grand sacrifice.

The seemingly high and mighty god was actually already chained to the blood-red altar, awaiting His predetermined fate!

Nidhogg was fully aware of this, but was powerless to resist.

There was no way to resist.

Creation can never truly defy the Creator, just as a river cannot flow back to its source.

Even the Black Emperor, who makes the whole world tremble and grovel, is nothing more than a grain of sand in the palm of the hand before the will of the stars that gave it everything. Once the five fingers are closed, there is no room for struggle.

Although unwilling, He understood that all He could do was delay and take a roundabout approach.

Just try to find gaps and variables before that irreversible fate arrives.

Find a piece that can bring about an "unexpected" outcome in this game.

That is the White King.

The silver-haired girl who was once pushed into the river as a sacrifice, the outcast who became a "witch" after being given the Eye of God by Nidhogg, and the white priest who spent 20,000 years building a civilization for the dragons, only to have everything taken away by the Black King with a casual gesture.

He created his own "dialogue partner," forcibly imposing his own experiences and circumstances on another target, compelling her to see, understand, and bear the same despair and struggle, and to open up a mirror-like "copy" of his own predicament.

As it turned out, the White King did not disappoint His expectations.

After being stripped of control over the dragon civilization and having all her constructed meaning shattered by the Black King's coldest words, the silver-haired witch did not collapse. She understood the cause and effect.

She rekindled the flames in the ruins and chose another, more secretive and longer path—to resonate with the consciousness of the moon, become a second source of light, and carve out a dark realm beyond the watchful eyes of the Earth's will amidst the light and shadow of fate.

Using the interface between the lunar core and the stars, she successfully awakened Theia's remaining consciousness, an ancient ghost that had been sleeping deep in the mantle for 4.5 billion years, and gradually guided it, accepted it, and allowed it to reside in her body and mind.

Then, the White King instigated the greatest rebellion in the history of the dragons, forging Odin, the god-slaying spear driven by hatred, through his meticulously planned death. By having his body and soul devoured, he revealed the entire plan to the Black King:

Do you want to be freed from the altar of the Creator? I have the answer.

But first, we need to find a character who can carry out this difficult task and whose status will not be instantly crushed by the will of the stars.

For example, that shadow that has long been erased.

That "shadow" who once stood under the same eaves as her, who conspired with her to witness the same dawn. That fire-stealer, who once deeply believed in the White King's words "for the sake of the world's great love and justice," but was cut off and abandoned by her when he was tortured on the cross.

The White King never forgot him. After many years of perseverance and planning, she sacrificed her own life and used a brilliant plan as bait to ask the Black King to resurrect her.

Black King did not refuse, even though "Shadow" was filled with hatred.

He quickly realized that this was the best option.

Time is too short! Perhaps I can slowly regenerate another being of equal status to the Zero Generation, but that would take at least tens of thousands of years. Meanwhile, the will of Earth could descend at any moment, rummage through His memories, and discover this secret plan.

In reality, due to the enormous losses and incurable wounds from tearing apart the blood oath and fierce battles, this timeframe is estimated to be delayed to hundreds of thousands of years, while the average observation cycle of Earth's consciousness is only tens of thousands of years.

The design was so intricate that it forced Him to choose ready-made products.

More importantly, the Shadow's torture on the cross proved one thing: he could endure it.

To endure endless pain without collapsing, to endure the despair of being abandoned without going mad, to endure the nothingness of being swallowed up without dissipating.

This ability to withstand pressure is the most crucial qualification for becoming a "container".

An altar for exchanging fates is slowly taking shape.

Black King can't wait any longer.

He spat out the piece of lightless silk that had been taken back, stripped the "shadow" from his body, and gave it a new form of existence.

This time, however, He did not grant "Shadow" freedom. Instead, He wrote an irreversible spiritual command deep into his consciousness and bound it together with the remnant will of Theia brought by the White King, allowing the two to slowly merge in darkness and nothingness.

This was the prototype of the later "Zero".

A transcendent being that combines the rebelliousness of the Shadow, the antiquity of Theia, and the culmination of the White King's life's work. It belongs neither to dragons, nor to humans, nor to any known life form.

It is the last card the White Queen left for this world, the sharpest blade on her path of "salvation" promised to the Black Queen.

The next step in the plan is Nidhogg's death.

The Executor, Odin. This god-king hurled Gungnir, injecting it with an alchemical virus, causing the Black King's power to collapse. He was then successfully overthrown by the four monarchs and met a tragic end on His Snow Mountain Throne.

When the Earth entered the slow resurrection state, the Earth's will lost its monitoring of the Black King's sensory information, creating a brief "communication blind spot" and a window for the plan to proceed smoothly.

On the eve of Nidhogg's official restoration and reappearance in the world, "Zero" was specially released and entered the world. His mission was to grow to a level sufficient to contend with the Black King before his resurrection, and then ascend that supreme throne to succeed as the "New Black King"!
To ensure that "Zero" does not give up and resists this fate, in addition to the various programs written into "Shadow", there are two other heavy chips that the White King has set up after peeking into the river of fate.

One is the reaction of the Earth's will.

It is far less easily deceived than commonly imagined. After discovering that the Black King's death seemed suspicious and that things were slipping out of control, it decided to launch the sacrifice ahead of schedule.

By implanting a doomsday instinct into the newborn Black King embryo, Nidhogg will actively erase all traces of cause and effect he has left over billions of years when the moment of "exchanging fates" arrives.

To allow the Earth's will to leave "cleanly," and to allow oneself to become a new stellar consciousness "cleanly."

In this process, Nidhogg becomes a half-puppet, a destroyer caught in the middle, a tragic actor who knows he is heading towards a precipice but cannot stop. If no one stops him, the command will be completed.

The will of Earth will be freed, Nidhogg will become the new prisoner, and dragons, humans, and all life on this planet will become sacrifices in this exchange. There will be no exceptions.

Faced with such a crisis, a doomsday threat at the level of a historical constraint, if "Zero" still has some will to survive, or concern for his family and friends, he cannot sit idly by.

He must strive to stop this ultimate catastrophe!
Secondly, there is Odin.

This White King, using the supreme incantation "Saha World" to transform the illusory into reality, and tempered by emotion, is the successor of the World Tree Cult. He is not merely a tool to assassinate the old king; he is also a competitor and urging force for "Zero".

Playing the villain at the right time, putting pressure on, forcing, and creating crises, pushing "Zero" forward with the cold tip of a gun against his back when he is lax, fearful, or retreating.

Unleash its potential and force it to grow!
Whether it was Odin, the White King's agents, the three Fates, or those who vaguely understood the situation, after repeated setbacks, they all realized that the apocalypse was no longer something they could fight against! Once that thing spread, the power of any individual was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Someone must return to the throne of the Black King, regain control of this world-destroying power, and shut it down.

This is a life-or-death kidnapping. All dragons, all hybrids, and all humans are bound to the same chariot.

No one can stand idly by; no one can stand idly by. It's either Zero succeeds, or we all perish together.

Do you want to live? Do you want this civilization to continue? Then give everything you have to help this child ascend to the throne. There is no other way.

When the new king ascended the throne, the old king died.

The split of "Zero" was also within the White King and Black King's expectations.

The "shadow" part in his consciousness, which later became Lu Mingze, was forcibly attached, dragging down his overall status. Only the half-soul composed of Theia's will was a super monster with limitless potential. The two sides were not equal.

No matter how resilient and tenacious the former is, it is nothing more than an appendage of the Black King, transformed into something similar to a "holy relic," and deeply constrained by it, with no ability to ever catch up; the latter, however, is an independent and ancient existence, whose status is almost on par with the will of the Earth.

Yes, Lu Mingfei's soul essence is even above that of the Black King!

Lu Mingze, who is nominally his younger brother, exists only to serve as an interface for the resurrection ritual!

Just as Herzog was able to use the White King's remains to succeed as the new White King, Lu Mingfei's life path was set to inherit Nidhogg's throne using the Black King's remains, essentially as a vessel.

But when the Black King is resurrected, his original consciousness will not be overwritten. Instead, it will awaken the boundless power from Theia, which will quickly devour Nidhogg's entire essence!
Under these strange circumstances, Lu Mingfei is simultaneously the "New Black King," "Theia," and a sacrifice to the will of Earth.

The most ingenious paradox of the entire plan is thus revealed!

Theia has long been an important part of Earth's consciousness, and could even be said to be the deepest "alternative personality" of Earth's consciousness.

Its matter has been integrated into the core of the Earth, its consciousness has been embedded in the Earth's "genome," and the boundary between it and the Earth's will has become blurred over billions of years of interaction.

Therefore, one cannot "possess" oneself.

A consciousness cannot play two roles at the same time; it cannot be both the object of substitution and the initiator of substitution.

When the Earth's will attempts to complete this cycle, the logical chain forms a dead knot at its core, transforming into an ouroboros, trapped in the causal loop constructed between the two.

It's impossible to move forward, and it's impossible to back out.

And Nidhogg, the Black King, vanished forever!
For Him, being swallowed by Theia was better than being sacrificed by the will of Earth and becoming a victim in that exchange of fate.

Although both involve the annihilation of consciousness and the return to nothingness of existence, if one can use their own death to deliver a fatal blow to the "Creator," causing the other party's billions of years of planning and hope to completely fall apart, it may not be a glorious ending, but it is not a complete failure either.

By merging one's essence, one's memories, and one's entirety into a younger, more promising being, this alternative life form can at least offer some solace.

At least, those bloodlines whom He once scornfully called "supplements and toys" now have a sliver of hope for survival.

At least, the silver-haired witch, the sacrifice who drifted down the icy river and struggled on the rocks for three days and three nights without dying—she fulfilled her promise.

Although not in the way she originally imagined.

The Black King has lived too long and endured too much. Each resurrection is a deeper imprisonment. Now, finally, someone can put an end to His life. This is the liberation He has longed for!

One can imagine that Nidhogg deliberately created the four monarchs, these twins, to test the opposition of elements, the balance of power, and the entanglement of wills, in order to judge the feasibility of the plan, optimize the paradoxical design, accumulate data for the cultivation of "Zero," and adjust the details.

With the World Tree repeatedly "rolling back" and restarting, history keeps branching out and being erased. Lu Mingze's script becomes more and more ingenious, and in the end, it will inevitably converge on that one and only solution!

But Zhao Qing's intrusion introduced an unprecedented twist to the game. She didn't follow the rules of the Black King; she wasn't even part of the game. She was the one who overturned the chessboard.

All the arrangements, all the backup plans, all the calculations made over millions of years, crumbled like sand under that one sword.

"...The one who set up the scheme entered into it himself, using death as a pawn, and won by half a move against fate. It's both admirable and respectable." Feeling the decisiveness and ruthlessness in the whole plan, Zhao Qing couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

There are no real winners in this, only losers and accomplices.

She calmly commented: "This precipice bridge called 'destiny,' paved with sacrifice, betrayal, despair, and faint hope, is too fragile and comes at too high a price. It may lead to the other side, but the bones that have fallen and shattered on the bridge are already piled up like mountains."

Each rollback requires the destruction of a fictional world to rewrite fate and reset time, leaving countless departed souls with no chance of resurrection.

Therefore, Zhao Qing saw through the general layout and guessed the secrets within, yet he did not hesitate to take action and destroy it.

Although this was just a normal kill, only taking away a huge amount of energy and not stripping the Black King of the status bestowed upon him by the will of Earth, Nidhogg will still be resurrected in the same way after a few thousand years. But by then, with the development of human space technology, any world-destroying operations will no longer be a threat.

"Civilization should not live forever in the shadow of some ancient god, nor should it place all its hopes on a chosen one, whether it can grow to the point of killing a god within a specified time."

"This kind of script only needs to be acted out once."

Zhao Qing looked into the distance and watched as Lu Mingfei was revived by the crowd.

From that point on, he was no longer the chosen "container" or "key," no longer the final link in any grand plan.

He could simply be Lu Mingfei. An ordinary person who can finally unload all the burdens of fate and fall asleep exhausted.

As for what fate awaits the Black King, Zhao Qing said he couldn't be bothered to pay too much attention. This guy wasn't a good person anyway, so his death would be the end of it. Even the pure-blooded dragons wouldn't miss him.

Lu Mingze is fine, nothing serious. Speaking of which, the Doomsday Faction's plan to use a spaceship to take this Supreme Being to escape, intending to head to other star systems depending on the situation, sounds quite feasible.

However, the Black King at the ninth level, relying on the anchor point deeply imbued with his aura, is fully capable of locking onto and projecting his will across light-years. What he considers to be his most important foundation is actually the soul-searching and life-stealing rope.

However, without Lu Mingze, the Doomsday Faction's core alchemical matrix would be difficult to maintain, making interstellar migration impossible.

"In recent years, the newly established spiritual science institutes in various countries have produced quite a few impressive results," Zhao Qing said, shifting his focus.

For example, the modification of the airway.

By implanting miniature guide vanes at the bifurcation of the bronchus, and mimicking the intake rectification principle of a turbine engine, the originally turbulent inhalation and exhalation airflow is straightened into laminar flow, without wasting any pressure gradient. Under current technological conditions, the inhalation and exhalation rate has been increased by an average of 40%.

The more spiritual energy of heaven and earth flows through, the faster the cultivation speed. Although the actual improvement is only about 25%, it is still a significant breakthrough applicable to a considerable number of cultivation techniques.

Another important achievement is the asynchronous hemisphere sleep method.

This is largely due to the experimental data left behind by Herzog. As an expert in hemisphere research and hypnosis, he also possessed a wealth of live surgical data, providing valuable reference for subsequent researchers.

Based on this, researchers have developed "Qi bionic blocking"—using Yin-Yang Qi pulses to intermittently inhibit the alternating activation of the left and right hemispheres of the brain, achieving alternating dormancy of the hemispheres, allowing cultivation to be done at any time of day without being troubled by sleep interruptions.

As we all know, one's internal energy cultivation actually regresses at night. If one can continue to practice at night, then one is not regressing but advancing.

Although the Xuanbing meditation cushion is now common and has an auxiliary effect comparable to the Cold Jade Bed, there are also many cultivation techniques that come with the characteristic of all-day cultivation. However, passive cultivation is still not as good as active cultivation.

Moreover, the impact of not needing to sleep extends far beyond the realm of spiritual practice. Even if a person in a semi-sleep state is more mechanical and numb, it can still effectively extend their sleep by three or four hours each day, causing profound changes to the production and operation of the entire society.

Then, there is in vitro meridian tissue culture based on autologous stem cell induction.

Although they are almost invisible, they are essentially just natural low-impedance channels that intersect with Qi, blood, and nerves. However, meridians are still a physiological part of the human body, originating from embryonic development and differentiation, and of course, their growth process can be reproduced after birth.

You don't need to truly understand the principles behind it; it's a black-box operation. Just follow the instructions and rely on the liquid culture dish to build up the mixture, and you can still succeed.

After a tissue slice with unobstructed blood vessels is cultured in vitro, it can be grafted back into the tissue through minimally invasive surgery to achieve the desired effect.

There's no need to worry about the surgery damaging the body's own meridians. The price of the vital energy and elixirs that promote self-healing has already been reduced. Of course, to be on the safe side, only a superficial transplant is recommended.

However, as the technology matured, reports indicate that evil missions offering bounties on a practitioner's entire skin in an attempt to steal their power also appeared on the dark web, which were immediately met with severe crackdown.

The relevant testing technology was quickly put into operation, specifically to check for rejection reactions, and this unhealthy trend was stopped immediately.

Several transnational criminal gangs were dismantled, and the individuals involved were sentenced to heavy prison terms in trials broadcast globally, resulting in a significant deterrent effect.

There has also been some progress in the technique of expanding the dantian (lower abdomen).

Unlike meridians, which can connect in parallel, this thing is much more difficult to recover from once damaged. Currently, the main approach is to rely on dragon volunteers and conduct numerous experiments with different types of internal energy to find a solution.

The feasible solution has been verified. It mainly involves the crystallization of vital energy. Simply put, it involves injecting a layer of hard, foreign true energy into the dantian and using a fixed framework to expand it.

It sounds unreliable, but it's completely different from directly injecting external internal energy.

The latter is like forcibly injecting water, which cannot last long at all. It will cause the blood vessels to back up and surge back in no time, leading to the dissipation of energy and demonic possession. If one is not careful, the dam will collapse and people will die. The former, on the other hand, is a gentle and mild stress stimulation that promotes growth and expansion.

However, advanced cultivators who can solidify the framework through meticulous practice and maintain it for a long time are extremely rare. One must cultivate a miniature, simplified version of the "City of Lapis Lazuli" to achieve this.

In Zhao Qing's view, all of the above-mentioned projects can serve as aids for her to build her influence, network, and make money after returning to the main world.

Don't underestimate these relatively low-level technologies; they become completely useless once your cultivation level is high. However, the influence and reputation brought by the vast market are truly hard currency that can cross borders and circles.

Just like salt and iron in ancient times, they may not seem like luxuries, but they are essential to the lives of the people.

At the same time, the standard model construction project led by Shi Yiguang has also made considerable progress.

As a fundamental scientific research discipline, it is no less difficult than identifying the trajectory of every grain of sand in a hurricane when the elementary particles of the atmosphere are at least five orders of magnitude smaller than the classical radius of the electron, have an enormous number of interaction types, a statistical density far exceeding the description of conventional quantum field theory, countless binding energy interferences, and no decay phenomenon.

However, with the inspiration of the Eight Apertures Departing from the Void, its theory was established very early on and has become increasingly perfect.

While we cannot delve into the deeper details, a simplified and easily understood visual model can be found by referring to the electronic track layout.

It can be assumed that all kinds of microscopic particles in the world, such as common electrons, are wrapped with trillions of tiny elementary particles, arranged in layers according to orbital energy levels, forming an onion-like shell structure, which together participate in regulating the electromagnetic behavior of electrons within a certain range.

For example, by changing its effective mass and magnetic moment.

In other words, primordial energy is not an "alternate existence" suspended outside of matter.

They exist in a superradiative cloud-like form similar to Bose-Einstein condensation, layered by the quantum coherence of superfluids, permeating, enveloping, and regulating ordinary matter from the most microscopic level, like an invisible solvent immersing the entire physical world within it.

They are almost everywhere.

In the unexcited, "dimensionally reduced" low-energy state, these primordial shells are in a near-perfect "transparent" state—they do not interact with photons, do not couple with electric fields, and seem to exist as if they do not exist at all.

Even at the gravitational level, they can hardly leave a trace by stealing the mass of the host particle.

However, when specific resonance conditions are met, such as the interaction of spin forces, certain gas shells will transition from the ground state to the excited state. Their equivalent reaction cross section increases by more than ten orders of magnitude due to the generalization of the wave function, and they begin to participate violently in various interactions.

At this point, the originally "transparent" vital energy can be sensed, manipulated, and utilized.

The energy carried by true qi comes from the storage of chemical energy in the halo of primordial qi—the breaking and recombination of primordial qi bonds between outer electrons.

Although quarks and gluons also have their own primordial halos, and their fields can be integrated and superimposed, from the perspective of an atom, the outermost halo is still dominant, which is called a composite primordial particle, and is the basic building block of most spiritual materials and true energy.

Nucleus-like reactions, annihilation-like reactions, and vacuum energy siphoning are all available.

It should be noted that pure elementary particles, if numerous enough, can self-organize to form halos and shells of elementary energy, independently participate in various elementary energy reactions, and are often captured by hydrogen atoms along the way.

Most of them are products that have separated from the host particles and are related to superfluid vortices and shell stripping that may be induced when the vital bonds break.

"However, knowing the operating principle won't help my cultivation much." Zhao Qing, who had already proposed the relevant hypothesis and had been using it to create methods, wasn't too interested in the verification here.

Over the years, she has guided Shi Yiguang's scientific research more than once or twice. Compared with theoretical gains, the teaching and training results are even more gratifying to see that he can stand on his own.

"...Time-based apoptosis and phase armor have also been mastered." She stretched out her hand and spread her five fingers, with wriggling shadows undulating. It seemed ordinary, but it was actually a divine power that was close to absolute defense, capable of instantly erasing the "leaves" that were growing from the nearby world line.

However, this method is extremely resource-intensive, mainly driven by the life force accumulated over time.

Therefore, it is not very suitable for Zhao Qing, who is still very young.

Furthermore, under the constraint of the fuzzy ball theorem, the phase armor will always have a tiny, unavoidable gap, similar to the principle that an alchemical maze must have an exit, making the flaw difficult to repair.

Just now, she unleashed a "Shattering Void Time" attack, supplemented by the "Stabilizing Light and Cavern Qi" attack, which pierced through defenses, and the Black King Nidhogg died on the spot.

"...The so-called tenth realm should start from 'shattering the void,' which can be compared to the realm sublimation of 'shattering the void.'"

"Shattering the past, present, and future, the universe allows for free exploration and observation. In the blink of an eye, one can step into countless rivers, freely write the history of each river, and overlook the rise and fall of all things..."

Zhao Qing analyzed thoughtfully: "The conditions for breaking through the void are that both the Taiyin True Water and the Taiyang True Fire must be cultivated to the level of Wuji Perfection. The standard for 'breaking through the void' is to cultivate several kinds of fate obsessions to a certain level of Wuji Perfection, roughly to the point that 'the light can illuminate all things'!"

"The Black King is probably at the minor completion stage of the Black Hoganin Limitless Realm, and the Will of the Sun is at the major completion stage of the White Hoganin Limitless Realm... Perhaps when the four limitless realms of black, white, and red converge to form a stable cycle, with each being the other's counterpart, one can break through to the tenth realm?"

Karmic forces and color are essentially mutually exclusive. Under the premise of reaching the Great Perfection of the Limitless Realm, maintaining the complex entanglement of four types of destiny without causing them to split or separate is incredibly difficult!

Her "colorlessness" might be considered a level of mastery at the Wuji stage, but re-dyeing it would be a completely different hurdle.

In fact, Zhao Qing strongly suspects that if the order and details of coloring the mind are not right, he may never be able to master this system.

They were completely blocked outside the gates of this highest level.

Just like Sun En in "The Legend of the Borderlands", he cultivated the Supreme Yang Limitless to the highest level on his own, which made it difficult to achieve the balance of Yin and Yang. He could only seek to plunder the Taiyin True Water of others or cooperate to break together.

However, this kind of cooperation may not be universally applicable in "broken virtual time".

However, while the tenth realm seems to be billions of times stronger than the ninth realm, as if it has obtained the great power of infinite spacetime freedom, theoretically speaking, it is also quite limited. The only thing that can truly cross the vast spacetime is the ability to observe, and the dynamic and static forces cannot coexist.

If one were to stay put, interfere with history at a certain point in time and space, and take charge of things, then one would temporarily lose the transcendent state of overlooking the universe, and would revert from a diffuse probability cloud back to a point particle, suddenly degrading!
Furthermore, the mental strength and computing power of the Tenth Realm are by no means infinite. Even if one possesses the realm characteristic of being able to observe all time and space, one's attention can only be focused on a limited number of areas, and one will inevitably miss the vast majority.

These are the preliminary conclusions that Zhao Qing drew based on the principles.

It may be strong, but it is not invincible.

"This matter cannot be rushed." She gathered her thoughts.

Generally speaking, colorless should be the most inclusive base. If one could comprehend the profound mysteries of the three highest levels of coloring and then depict them on a "blank canvas" in an instant, perhaps this difficulty could be overcome?

Ideally, one should find three corresponding types of objects to observe.

The topological defect in phase isolation is mostly a "yin within yang" situation, or it can be seen as the entry point to achieve fusion.

……

Seven or eight months passed. Zhao Qing closed his eyes and released the chaotic energy of Hai Hui that he had been suppressing.

In the next instant, heaven and earth returned to nothingness, and all things collapsed.

She willingly stepped into that long-awaited annihilation.

……

In the main world, at Mount Kuaiji, in the Yu Mausoleum area, in the wilderness.

Beneath the tangled trees in the jungle, a small, life-giving stone, about ten feet in size, glowed faintly.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that the radiance and texture it emits are precisely the figures of Zhao Qing and Shi Yiguang beside it, lifelike.

A gentle breeze swept by, and two brightly patterned butterflies fluttered about, landing on the hairpin of the girl in the green dress. They flapped their wings, changed their landing point, and rested on the cool jade on her head.

The girl blinked, and a few wisps of gentle true energy enveloped them, bringing them to her forehead. She looked at them calmly, a moment of disorientation in her eyes, then gently lifted them, sending the butterflies back into the wind. (End of Chapter)