South Detachment Group.

Dead Swamp Realm.

Since the defeat of the Ten Thousand Puppet Divine General's constructive body army and the retreat of the Wan Hao Clan at great cost, this realm has returned to peace.

Of course.

It's just a superficial calm.

Beneath the inky swamp, countless undercurrents are surging.

At this time.

In a corner of the swamp.

A doppelganger of Cheng Han floated above the water, staring at the water without blinking.

After a while.

He sighed lightly, "There are more and more swarms. ”

With his powerful sensing power, he had already sensed that there were at least 100,000 insects lurking in the swamp within a radius of tens of kilometers.

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

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

Cheng Han muttered again: "Almost the morning after tomorrow, the first batch of space-time sacs floating over from the Southern Far Realm Group should arrive at the Misty Sand Realm.

"The insect swarm of the Dead Swamp Realm will definitely cooperate with the attack and release the insect swarm towards the Misty Sand Realm."

It's not hard to guess.

In the depths of the poisonous swamp, there must be a group of conveyor towers lurking.

That is, a biological device in which the cataclysm swarm crosses the world and delivers troops.

Cheng Han fell into deep thought: "On the premise of not alarming the insect swarm, how can you go to the depths of the swamp to see?" ”

The swarm has the Eye of Destruction, and this thing's perception is ridiculously strong, so he naturally doesn't dare to rush underwater.

That's when it happened.

Suddenly he felt something.

Within the sea of spirits.

A strange phantom flickered with colorful light.

This is the projection of the anchor of all worlds.

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

The next moment.

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

Cheng Han was suddenly surprised: "This is the promotion of Xuandu?!" ”

Subsequently.

One by one, sigils emerged from the shadow of the anchor and merged into the sea of spirits.

He realized it seriously for a while, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Is there a lifelong law of Lingmiao?" This solves the problem at hand. ”

The so-called "Spiritual Lifetime Law" is the string of the law condensed when promoted.

Cheng Han stretched out his right hand and flicked it in the void.

"Buzz!"

A trembling sound rang out.

An extremely mysterious illusory string was revealed.

Just staring at this string, Cheng Han seemed to see the life and death of countless living beings.

They're all very small creatures.

Without exception.

One of the largest beings is difficult for ordinary people to see.

The "Miao" in the name of the law refers to this.

A moment later.

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

Because the strength of this doppelganger is not too strong, it is a little unable to withstand the flood of information of the law.

Cheng Han slowed down for a few seconds, and exclaimed in a low voice: "It really deserves to be the power of the law." ”

The moment the Strings of Law appeared, they had an insight into the large number of small lives that existed in the Dead Swamp Realm.

A considerable number of them, due to the influence of the swarm, have completely disappeared from this realm.

Or rather.

Extinct.

Unbeknownst to the swarm, they have inadvertently wiped out many of the ultra-miniature species.

But.

The powerful power of the Strings of the Law has found the traces left by the tiny creatures.

Cheng Han's eyes lit up: "Using the Strings of the Law, maybe I can find the conveyor towers and accurately lock their locations." ”

Smallness does mean weakness.

But from another point of view, the weaker the thing, the easier it is to be ignored, which is in fact equivalent to invisibility.

Therefore, these small things are actually natural stealth scouts.

Cheng Han chuckled again: "Maybe we can also help the will of the world to recover and bury a nail behind the swarm." ”

Just think about it.

If a super-miniature life is bred and multiplied in large numbers in this realm, they are small enough that the Havoc Zerg will not even notice them.

One day in the future.

These small things that cannot be checked will surely be spread to every corner of the poisonous water swamp.

When their numbers reach a certain order of magnitude, quantitative changes will inevitably lead to qualitative changes, and then it will be the day when the will of the world will awaken.

The corners of Cheng Han's mouth rose slightly: "I single-handedly created miniature life, which is an indelible relevance, so I can naturally communicate with the will of the world." ”

And so it goes.

Isn't this nail firmly driven into the back of the swarm?

Cheng Han happily made a decision: "That's it!" ”

*

An hour later.

After many deductions by the omniscient eye.

With the help of the power of the Strings of the Law, Cheng Han successfully created a micro-life with very tenacious vitality, very fast reproduction, and very adaptable to the poisonous swamp environment.

He had been studying hard for a long time, but there had never been much progress, and the life he cultivated was always flawed.

After condensing the strings of the law, he solved the problem in a very short time.

Subsequently.

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

His mind moved.

A halo of light appeared.

In the center, some extremely thin black silk threads are revealed.

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

They are very tiny.

Also very weak.

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

In the presence of light, they can photosynthesize.

When there is no light, they can use other nutrients like fungi.

Their small size, combined with their efficient use of energy, means that they have an ultra-fast growth rate, as well as an ultra-fast reproduction rate.

Cheng Han stared at the picture and muttered, "Since you were born in the Dead Swamp Realm, let's call it 'Dead Swamp Silk'." ”

Soon.

In the jet-black swamp.

After the initial adaptation to the environment, the dead swamp silk began to spread rapidly.

It grows at an astonishing rate of ten centimeters per minute.

Calculate it this way.

It can reach up to six meters per hour.

But that's not the limit.

Cheng Han smiled: "The larger the coverage area of the dead swamp silk, the faster the energy can be obtained, and the faster the growth rate will be, and the limit should be more than fifty meters per hour." ”

He flashed expectantly, "According to the calculations of the All-Seeing Eye, when the Dead Swamp Silk is spread over more than half of the area.

"The will of the world that has died out in this realm will most likely be revived with the Dead Swamp Silk as the basic plate."

In a way.

The revival of the will of the world is the collective consciousness of the dead swamp.

A single dead swamp silk has only the instinct to reproduce, and it is not conscious at all.

Countless dead swamp filaments gathered together, and they possessed a very strong will.

Even god-level powerhouses could hardly defeat their will.

And this.

It is the miracle of life.

Cheng Han whispered: "Small can create greatness." ”

Ten minutes later.

The first dead swamp silk covered an area of 100 meters.

It stopped growing and went into a state of reproduction.

Five minutes passed.

The dead swamp silk split millions of spores in one go.

That's a staggering number.

And then.

The spores broke away from their mothers, waving their flagella and spreading in all directions, or swimming far away with the help of undercurrents.

The most interesting thing is that several havoc borers happened to pass by.

Tens of thousands of spores silently attached to them, hitchhiking.

They are only one hundredth the diameter of a human hair, and the borer is unaware of this.

Cheng Han couldn't help laughing: "Small, it is really the most perfect stealth." ”

Not only is it imperceptible to sight, but even the breath is negligible.

*

Two hours later.

Something expected happened.

A part of the Dead Swamp Silk gave up competing with its companions in the swampy waters.

They moved to another less competitive area.

It is also a blank area that has not yet been explored - the depths of the silt.

In terms, this is a completely new ecological niche.

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

Hours flew by.

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

This place is no longer silt.

Rather, it is a layer of earth mixed with stones.

Even if it is a Xuanshi, it is not easy to go deep into the other place.

However, with its tiny size, Dead Swamp Silk easily went deep into the ground when it encountered holes and cracks.

A moment later.

The glow screen has changed.

I saw a huge black creature, and suddenly appeared.

It is nearly a kilometer in size, and at the top of it is a giant meat tube shaped like a cannon barrel.

Cheng Han looked shocked: "There is indeed a hidden conveyor tower underground!" ”

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

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

The most interesting thing is that because the Dead Swamp Silk is so small, it does not touch the sheltering power at all.

In a word.

The small dead swamp silk has made a great contribution.

(End of chapter)