So fragile that even a single particle composing him seemed capable of crushing the void. After all, space itself was one manifestation of a particle force field. Now that his mass was greater, objects with greater mass would naturally attract objects with lesser mass. If he did not restrain it, then as time passed, the entire universe—everything in it—would continuously collapse toward him as its center, until all things fell into silence and extinction.
Of course, that span of time would be measured in trillions of years. Collapse possessed inertia: the further it progressed, the more what came before drove what came after, and the greater the force of collapse would become, until it was ultimately unstoppable.
This change also made Zhao Cheng consider whether he could refine the particles themselves into a kind of matter beyond the universe—matter whose stability and plasticity had both reached their utmost extremes.
Now that he had touched upon Origin for the second time, the changes in his particles belonged to the mysteries of Origin rather than to the material body. There was still a difference between the two; the directions they pursued were different.
What cultivation pursued was, by nature, something that continually changed along with one's understanding.
Back when his horizons had not been broad enough, speaking of the body spirit, he had initially only thought of reorganizing genes and constructing a cell-level control system with cells as the basic unit.
But once he became aware of the existence of origin particles, and his own control grew ever stronger while his mind became increasingly In-Depth, allowing him to delve into the origins of all things, his ideas naturally changed as well.
The difference was roughly this: both were building a tower a hundred meters tall. The former had only that hundred-meter height,