Practice origin column

Chapter 6 The origin of practice, the super string furnace is completed!
Three days later, in the underground lair.

About to give birth, the big celled ghost face spider, which was in a state of vigilance and rage, blocked the entrance of the nest with the fragments of the crossship, and spit out spider webs in the blown upper hole.

Then, he climbed up to Sikong.

At this time, Sikong was like a moth wrapped in pine oil, covered in thorns, and covered in the secretion of ghost-faced spiders, and the superstring percussion box microstring converter was still running through his chest.

And the "three-dimensional storage box" with no good appearance and no heat was left aside by the big cell ghost face spider.

It wasn't that the Big Cell Grimace Spider didn't want to drag Sikong onto the web to treat him like a chrysalis, but it instinctively sensed that there was a deadly threat hidden in the debris under Sikong's body.

But it has no choice when it is about to give birth. If there is no parasitic pupa, then it will be eaten by the young spiders behind the cell body, and it will be the first food of life.

Cruel laws, cold survival.

In the past three days, Sikong didn't sit still, but gradually discovered the characteristics of the Eye of Origin in order to save his life.

At least for now, it seems that he can only use the Eye of Origin twice a day. If there is too much, the eyes will have huge pressure, exceeding the limit.

The origin catalog represents the belonging of the current analyte, and which category it belongs to.

As for the origin simulation...

Sikong didn't know.

Behind the big-celled ghost face spider, the cell body is like a blooming flower, suddenly spit out countless slender stamen-shaped tubes, one end is swaying in the air, and the other end is in the mother liquid in the cell body.

One by one, the young spiders slowly stretched their bodies that had been curled up for a long time, and instinctively gathered in the inner pipe of the mother liquid.

The eight night eyes of the big cell ghost face spider stared at the person under its feet coldly, and then the swaying stamens inserted into Sikong's body one after another.

"what……"

Sikong woke up from a coma, and as for the severe pain in the thigh when the flower pistil inserted into his body, it was nothing compared to the gnawing of the big celled ghost face spider almost venting in the past three days, it was nothing to be ashamed of.

Watching a young spider crawling in the transparent stamen, and then plunged into his body.

Immediately, from a corner of Sikong's body, there was a strange sense of emptiness, as if a certain tissue was missing, and then the sense of emptiness expanded, and a solid object crawling around in the body.

Sikong watched more and more young spiders crawling from the flower stamens, but his heart fell into silence: the profound meaning of fire, the eye of origin?I didn't expect that I would pin my last hope on the civilization of the enemy country...

Looking down, Sikong saw for the second time the superstring percussion box and microstring converter penetrating through his chest. However, perhaps due to the close contact in the past few days, there was something more in the information analyzed by his gaze——

The micro-string converter of the superstring impact box penetrates the dimension and absorbs the micro-string.

Origins Compendium: Origins of Arms

Simulation level: general

Note: can be simulated

'Can be simulated? '

Sikong was surprised, but was immediately filled with distorted colors overwhelming his field of vision.

Then, in his eyes, the countless fragments of the crossship were put together intact, and the superstring impact box was as bright as before, bursting out with huge energy.

Then the crossship drilled into the wormhole and returned to the mantle of Du Hengxing.

Ten overbearing and icy abyssal warships as deep as the sea jumped into Du Heng Star from a distant galaxy, and then a floating castle descended.

In the castle, inside a tall and straight man with a shoulder and a star, a black, white and gray shamisen fire was burning, and at the bottom of the fire, a superstring furnace was like a star, spinning proudly on its own.

In the superstring furnace, a crossship is like a model, floating quietly.

The scene was stretched by his eyes, and then Sikong saw a plain old man with white eyebrows. Model diagrams and mathematical formulas as high as a hill were piled up in front of the old man.

The old man frowned, as if he was in trouble.

"The superlight speed jumping ship has too high requirements on the purity and quantity of energy. All the plans have failed. Where did I go wrong?"

Suddenly, the old man's laboratory was shaken, but the old man remained motionless like a rock in a raging tide.

A young man with the appearance of a graduate student ran over excitedly: "Teacher, teacher! It's a success! The five-dimensional inner superstring theory proposed by you, Skinner, and Kepler masters has succeeded! The first five-dimensional star class in history was born. ! Teacher, teacher?"

Hearing the young man's words, the old man seemed to have fallen into a demon, talking to himself, the voice became louder and louder: "Gravity waves, superstrings, superstring furnaces... superstring impact!"

'boom! '

Sikong seemed to 'see' a cosmic explosion, an explosion beyond three-dimensional vision and hearing.

Countless gravitational waves blend, collide, and then form a reaction field similar to a furnace.

Then, a string-shaped arc shot out from the furnace, and hit the cosmic barrier fiercely!

'boom! '

Sikong threw it from the past, and what caught his eye was the white spider web and the ferocious big-blooded Grimace Spider.

However, Sikong's eyes were extraordinarily bright at this time.

There seems to be a nebula swirling in the dark eyes, the stars are eternal, the planets are endless, countless meteorite fragments and comets wander alone in the starry sky.

'I've been cultivating immortals for nine years, and I'm almost at a slow speed. The poor qualifications for cultivating immortals are outrageous!As a last resort, I can only read a lot of books, dabble in all kinds of strange and obscene skills, hoping to be a late bloomer. '

One by one, the young spiders rushed into Sikong's body, the severe pain of gnawing, and the lack of emptiness in the internal organs, on the contrary, it seemed that Sikong abandoned the flesh sack, and his spirits flourished!

"Central Empire, steel technology, if I want to lurk revenge, I can only practice with its light and with its dust... the superstring furnace system!" '

'bump! '

The cosmic barrier was shattered, turning into pieces of distorted glass, and then, Sikong saw countless tiny strings circling and bouncing, forming the world!

'The superstring impact box can be used as the energy source of the crossship, so it can also be the foundation of my practice!Use the body as a ship, use the box as a furnace...'

"This is mine alone, Superstring Furnace!"

'Hiss, hiss...'

In Sikong's body, countless young spiders suddenly fell into a mournful cry, as if encountering a terrifying natural enemy, they all wanted to get out of Sikong's body and escape.

"My body, you can come and go whenever you want!"

Sikong laughed, and his body fell violently, allowing the micro-string converter to completely penetrate his chest. Then, the converter vibrated at a high frequency, like a stream of blood flowing from Sikong's chest.

Sikong's eyes became brighter.

The ghost face spider fell into a frantic restlessness.

'Buzzing...'

Suddenly, the trembling of the micro-chord converter stopped abruptly, and micro-chords began to feed back, like tentacles invisible to the naked eye, entwined around Sikong's wound, like needles and threads, mending the wound.

The boundary of dimension was quietly shattered, the superstring converter turned into flowing water, wrapped Sikong's wound, and then...disappeared!
In Sikong's body, there is a box-shaped bottom with an oval middle, floating like a superstring furnace painted with a layer of enamel.

It is everywhere, and there is no trace to be found.

The Super String Furnace, the Central Empire, the core of practice that suppresses the civilization of the uncrowned king of all worlds!

Sikong stood up, his breathing was as long as a whale, and his skin was as tight as leather. Countless young spiders were trapped by masses of high-density, rapidly growing flesh and blood tissue. There was no way to escape, no way to retreat!

But Sikong's eyes were lost in a state of trance.

In his perception, he seems to be a point in an endless line with only front and back.

No height, no left and right, either forward or backward.

And this line is composed of countless micro-chords, but unfortunately, these micro-chords are all monotonous green.

He seems to be the only outlier on this dimension.

The super string furnace in Sikong's body is like a beast smelling fishy, ​​humming violently, but it seems to be missing sharp teeth, and can only expand like a mountain and shrink like a mustard seed to vent his dissatisfaction.

And the big celled ghost face spider found that it had lost contact with its young spider, and was furious. Twelve javelin-like spider legs rushed towards Sikong one after another. Yellow, it smells disgusting.

Sikong was still wrapped in the sticky secretion of the ghost face spider, like a mummy, but under the attack of the ghost face spider, Sikong slowly closed... his eyes.

On the wire, he staggered forward, and then, a shiny green string quietly broke into his 'sight'.

Seeing this, he was suddenly filled with a sense of hunger, which came from the weakness deep in his life, the hunger and thirst in the genetic spiral.

But he has no way to speak, just like a baby who has lost his mouth and is crying for food, but he has no way to do it, because he has no way to eat.

Twelve javelin-like spider legs pierced through the secretion covering Sikong like a bamboo, and the tip of the cold legs came close to Sikong's forehead.

"One-dimensional space, micro-string structure. Then, with my eye of origin, can I see the origin of this line?!" Suppressing his hunger, Sikong suddenly became wise.

Therefore, from the eyes beyond the three-dimensional shackles, the origin information is analyzed——

One-dimensional cone line, energy string boundary, the most basic energy field.

Origins Compendium: Origins of the World

Simulation level: low

Note: Can be simulated (Special Contraindication Manual)

"simulation."

Suddenly, the green strings of ice and snow in Sikong's eyes melted, and the lines were pulled away extremely quickly.

Then, Sikong saw...a singularity.

Does not exist, yet is everywhere.

Countless lines spread out from the singularity, and the lines are composed of microstrings of different colors.

Here it is - zero-dimensional space.

It is the only place where the singularity exists, and it is listed as the "Top Ten Scientific Conjectures" by the civilization of the Central Empire, and it is called the "Shadow of God".

And in the singularity, Sikong saw a flickering... flame!
"Fire, furnace fire..."

"It turns out that my superstring stove lacks a fire, and it lacks a blazing flame that is enough to burn the sky and cook the sea. It is used for... eating!"

Eating, the primitive and cold rules, was brought into full play by the civilization of the empire!
In the blink of an eye, Sikong suddenly opened his eyes, and various cultivation theories settled in his heart. In his body, countless young spiders screamed, and their bodies were crushed by Sikong's squirming flesh and blood.

Then, tiny flames rose up one after another, blooming on the flesh and blood of the young spider.

The fire of life comes from the singularity, and the fire of life can also be a furnace fire.

Sikong's overdrawn body is like a sponge, suddenly becoming fuller.

The lifting technique that could not be used for a long time was formed under Sikong's feet, as if Sikong had returned to those countless nights of practicing martial arts and strange skills in the world.

The toes grip the ground, the Achilles tendons are lifted, a breath is held in the belly, and the shoulders move down.

Then, like a tumbler, Sikong's soles of his feet firmly grasped the ground, but his body was almost parallel to the ground.

Twelve spider legs brushed across Sikong's face, and then Sikong turned around, like a dragon crossing a river that had broken free from the iron chain, grabbed a stick-shaped metal in his hand, and ruthlessly thrust it into the eyes of the big cell ghost face spider.

The fragments of the crossship that were strong enough to withstand the jump of the wormhole pierced through the spider's eyes like a bamboo shoot, and plunged into the ghost face spider's brain.

"thump!"

"thump!"

Two landing sounds came at the same time, Sikong didn't turn his head, and his slightly bent body slowly straightened up.

It's like a body that has been bent for 17 years and is almost decayed, and it will never bend down again.

As soon as it came out, the golden rope and the jade lock were torn apart.

Superstring Furnace, done!
(End of this chapter)