Minute!
From the deepest depths!
Seeping in bit by bit.
Not merely to the cellular level, but deeper and deeper—down to the molecular scale, reaching the realm of atoms.
Even though he had already formulated the idea, the difficulty of putting it into practice was still astonishing.
What Li Su was doing now was no ordinary cultivation. He was delving into the deepest reaches of his flesh, taking hold once more of the shattered, chaotic patterns within.
Though the mutually repelling powers had already approached a state of balance, it was an exceptionally delicate—even violently precarious—balance. The patterns had not stabilized. Instead, like a volcano gathering its strength, they were filled with terrifying energy.
The slightest problem could set them off again, throwing his body into massive turmoil.
Thus, what Li Su was doing now was no different from performing surgery at the atomic level. Even an error of a single micrometer would exact an astonishing price.
Even he did not dare be the least bit careless at this moment. His mind and spirit were focused to a single point, spreading out bit by bit through his body.
One, ten, a hundred.
This was by no means an easy task. The human body alone contained billions upon billions of cells; let alone the minute patterns at the atomic level, whose number would only be more staggering, more terrifying.
It could be said that only Li Su could do this. His soul was special; nurtured by the Supreme, it had undergone immense changes and long since surpassed all common sense.
Moreover, as his cultivation rose, the soul nurtured by the Supreme became ever more inconceivable. That was why, despite being merely in the True Immortal realm, he could accomplish such a thing.
Under normal circumstances, even the molecular realm would make