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Chapter 757【756】Smallness can create greatness

South from the boundary group.

Dead Swamp Realm.

Since the defeat of the Wanpuppet God General's construct army and the Wanhao tribe's retreat at a huge cost, the world has returned to peace.

of course.

This is only superficial calm.

Beneath the pitch-black swamp, countless undercurrents are surging.

at this time.

In a corner of the swamp.

A clone of Cheng Han was floating above the water, staring at the water without blinking.

After a while.

He sighed softly: "There are more and more insect swarms."

With his powerful induction, he had already noticed that there were at least a hundred thousand bugs lurking in the swamp with a radius of tens of kilometers.

He even faintly sensed the restlessness of the insect swarm, which was eager to kill.

All this shows that the swarm of catastrophe bugs in the Dead Swamp Realm is about to launch a large-scale attack.

Cheng Han murmured again: "About the morning of the day after tomorrow, the first batch of time and space capsules floating from the Southern Far Realm Group should arrive in the Misty Sand Realm.

"The insect swarms in the Dead Swamp Realm will definitely cooperate to launch an attack and release the insect swarms towards the Sand Realm."

It's not hard to guess.

In the very depths of the poisonous swamp, there must be a number of transport towers lurking.

That is, the biological device used by the catastrophe insect swarm to cross the world and project its troops.

Cheng Han fell into deep thought: "How can we go to the depths of the swamp without disturbing the insect swarm?"

The insect swarm possesses the Eye of Destruction, and its perception ability is ridiculously strong. Naturally, he does not dare to enter the water rashly.

at this time.

He suddenly felt something.

In the sea of ​​spirits.

A strange shadow flashed with colorful light.

This is exactly the projection of the Anchor of All Realms.

With the help of this magical item, the clone can be linked to the main body at any time.

next moment.

The power from distant time and space immediately came through the anchor shadow.

Cheng Han was suddenly surprised: "Is this the promotion to Xuandu?!"

Subsequently.

Marks emerged from the anchor shadow and merged into the spiritual sea.

He thought about it seriously for a while, then a smile appeared on his lips: "Lingmiao's lifelong law? This solves the problem at hand."

The so-called "Lingmiao Lifelong Law" is the string of laws condensed during promotion.

Cheng Han stretched out his right hand and flicked the air.

"Buzz!"

There was a tremor.

An extremely mysterious and illusory string was revealed.

Just staring at this string, Cheng Han seemed to see the birth and death of countless creatures.

They are all very small creatures.

Without exception.

Among them, the largest life form is difficult for ordinary people to see clearly with the naked eye.

The "miao" in the name of the law refers to this point.

After a moment.

He felt a little dizzy and took the initiative to look away.

Because the power of this clone is not too strong, it can't withstand the torrent of information from the law.

Cheng Han paused for a few seconds and praised in a low voice: "It is indeed the power of the law."

The moment the String of Law appeared, he understood the large number of tiny lives that existed in the Dead Swamp World.

Quite a few of them have completely disappeared from this world due to the influence of the insect swarm.

Or.

Extinct.

Even the swarm didn't know it, and they inadvertently wiped out many ultra-microscopic species.

but.

The powerful power of the String of Laws found the tiny creature based on the various traces left behind.

Cheng Han's eyes lit up: "Using the String of Laws, maybe I can find the transport towers and accurately lock their positions."

Small does mean weak.

But from another perspective, the weaker something is, the easier it is to be ignored. This is actually the same as - invisible.

Therefore, these tiny things are actually natural invisible investigators.

Cheng Han chuckled again: "Maybe it can help the world's will to revive again and plant a nail behind the insect swarm."

Just imagine.

If a kind of ultra-microscopic life were cultivated and reproduced in large numbers in this world, because they are small enough, the catastrophic bugs would not even notice them.

Someday.

These insignificant little things will surely be everywhere in every corner of the poisonous water swamp.

When their number reaches a certain order of magnitude, quantitative changes will definitely lead to qualitative changes, and that will be the day when the will of the world awakens.

The corner of Cheng Han's mouth raised: "I created a miniature life with my own hands. This is an indelible connection, so I can naturally communicate the will of the world."

As such.

Didn't this nail drive firmly into the back of the insect swarm?
Cheng Han happily made a decision: "That's it!"

*
after an hour.

After many deductions by the all-knowing eye.

Cheng Han used the power of the String of Laws to successfully create a micro-life that is very tenacious, reproduces very quickly, and is very adaptable to the poisonous swamp environment.

He had painstakingly studied it for a long time, but he never made much progress, and the life he cultivated always had flaws.After condensing the strings of law, he solved the problem in a very short time.

Subsequently.

Cheng Han found an area with fewer insects and sprinkled new life into the poisonous swamp.

His mind moved.

A halo appears.

In the center of the picture, there are some extremely thin black threads.

Their diameter is less than one thousandth of a human hair.

They are very tiny.

Also very weak.

This is a special species that is somewhere between fungi and algae, and has the best of both worlds.

In the presence of light, they can perform photosynthesis.

In the absence of light, they can use other nutrients like fungi.

Their small size, coupled with their efficient use of energy, determines their ultra-fast growth and reproduction rates.

Cheng Han stared at the screen and muttered: "Since you were born in the Dead Swamp World, let's call it 'Dead Swamp Silk'."

soon.

In the dark swamp.

After the dead swamp silk initially adapted to the environment, it began to spread rapidly.

Its growth rate reaches an astonishing ten centimeters per minute.

Based on this calculation.

It can reach six meters per hour.

But this is not the limit.

Cheng Han smiled: "The larger the coverage area of ​​dead swamp silk, the faster it can obtain energy and the faster its growth rate. The limit should be more than 50 meters per hour."

He showed a look of expectation again: "According to the calculation of the omniscient eye, the dead swamp silk has spread to more than half of the area.

"The will of the world that has died in this world will most likely be revived using the dead swamp silk as its basic base."

To some extent.

The resurrected world will is the collective consciousness of Dead Swamp Silk.

A single dead swamp silk has only the instinct of reproduction and no consciousness at all.

When countless dead swamp threads gather together, they have a very powerful will.

Even a god-level warrior cannot defeat their will.

and this.

It is the miracle of life.

Cheng Han muttered in a low voice: "Smallness can create greatness."

ten minutes later.

The first dead swamp silk covered an area of ​​[-] meters in radius.

It stops growing and enters a state of reproduction.

5 minutes passed.

This dead swamp thread split into millions of spores in one go.

This is a very staggering number.

And then.

The spores broke away from their mother body one after another, waving their flagella and spreading in all directions, or swimming far away with the help of undercurrents.

The most interesting thing is that several cataclysmic borers happened to be passing by.

Tens of thousands of spores cling to them silently, hitching a ride.

Their size is only one percent the diameter of a human hair, and the borers are unaware of this.

Cheng Han couldn't help but laugh: "Smallness is indeed the most perfect form of invisibility."

Not only is it difficult to detect visually, even the breath can be ignored.

*
two hours later.

The expected thing happened.

Some dead swamp silks gave up competing with their companions for swamp waters.

They move to another area where competition is less intense.

It is also an unexplored blank area - deep in the mud.

To put it in terms, this is a completely new niche.

Cheng Han immediately smiled: "It's a little later than I expected, but there are more plants marching into the mud than I expected."

Hours flew by.

A dead swamp silk with a very "drilling spirit" stubbornly drilled into the ground thousands of meters deep.

This place is no longer mud.

It is a layer of soil mixed with soil and stones.

Even for a Xuanshi, it is not easy to go deep there.

However, the dead swamp silk relies on its tiny size to drill through holes and cracks when encountering them, and easily penetrates deep into the ground.

After a while.

The halo screen has changed.

A huge black creature suddenly appeared.

It was nearly a kilometer in size, with a giant meat tube shaped like a cannon barrel standing at the top.

Cheng Han was perked up when he saw it: "There is indeed a transport tower hidden underground!"

There was originally a power that obscured the existence of this thing.

But the dead swamp silk spread there, invisibly breaking the cover.

The most interesting thing is that because the dead swamp silk is too small, it does not touch the shielding power at all.

In short.

A small piece of dead swamp silk has made a great contribution.

(End of this chapter)