Chen Mu opened his eyes, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat as he rushed to sit up from the floor.
He carefully examined the perception in his body. Overnight, the perceptual composition in his body had undergone a startling change without any warning.
The previous shuttle-shaped perceptual vortex had disappeared, and what replaced it was an extremely regular double-row spiral perceptual composition.
It was made up of two thick perceptual threads, which were parallel to each other and spiraling around each other.
Those two pieces of perception represented two diametrically opposed natures. The most marvelous thing was that there was a marvelous forcefield between those two pieces of perception.
It was precisely that kind of power that made the composition very firm, much more so than his previous shuttle-shaped perceptual vortex.
Those complicated, hair-thin perceptual tendrils had all disappeared.
The new perceptual composition was clean and refreshing, without any superfluous parts.
The two thick perceptual threads were like two snakes, one male and one female, snuggling up to each other, slowly spiraling in a spiral direction.
What was going on?
Chen Mu stared blankly at the perceptual composition in his body, a little confused for a while.
Why had such a change occurred?
Was such a change good or bad?
And what was the use of the brand-new perceptual composition?
His mind was a mess, and Chen Mu couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Although he had created the snow pit method, his understanding of perception, which was the most mysterious of human powers, was clearly not deep enough.
He didn't have to do anything else that day, except for one goal, which was to feel out the characteristics of his new perception.
His attention returned to the unfamiliar double-row spiral composition.
The reason he had inferred that the two perceptual threads had opposite natures was that their internal composition was completely opposite.
Composition determined nature, which was the most basic law of perception.
It was reasonable to say that the two kinds of perceptual threads with opposite natures should repel each other. How could they form such a stable composition?
Carefully moving one of the perceptual threads, Chen Mu once again went beyond his expectations, and it easily left the spiral composition.
That was impossible!
The shock on Chen Mu's face deepened.
The more stable the composition, the harder it was to destroy. How could he so easily control one of the perceptual threads to leave?
The perception in his body seemed to have completely subverted some of Chen Mu's understanding of perception and composition.
While he was distracted, the perceptual thread that had been moving out of the spiral composition suddenly shrank back into the structure like a fish, and it once again twisted and swam side by side with the other perceptual thread.
Chen Mu couldn't help but smile bitterly again. That change in perception was doubtlessly a new challenge for him.
Unfamiliar as it was, Chen Mu had no choice but to start experimenting.
Without a rough understanding of the current state of his perception, he wouldn't be able to carry out any work.
Rotation and vibration were the two main characteristics of his perception. He planned to start with these two aspects to see how the new structure of his perception was different from before.
He urged the twin rows of spiral perception to rotate. There was no resistance as he had imagined, and the perception quickly rotated.
Surprise reappeared on Chen Mu's face.
The perception in his body was spinning faster and faster. It had already far surpassed the speed of his perception in the past, but up until now, he hadn't felt any discomfort.
However, apart from spinning, nothing happened.
If his perceptual rotation had reached that speed before, then everything within a certain range would have been clearly reflected in his mind.
There was no response!
Chen Mu's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but have a bad feeling.
His perception of his surroundings was the foundation of his "hodgepodge" attack system.
Cardless sects, perception, close combat, and remote combat were all inseparable from the accurate judgment of the environment.
In that regard, he wasn't like card artisans in the traditional sense, who emphasized more on reacting to energy and perceptual fluctuations.
Compared to other card artisans, having lost that advantage, Chen Mu had also lost his greatest advantage.
That was undoubtedly a blow to Chen Mu's head.
The twin rows of spiral perception were still accelerating, and their speed was already three times the maximum rotation speed of the shuttle-shaped perceptual vortex.
Focusing his attention on the rapidly rotating twin rows of spiral perception, Chen Mu suddenly discovered a very subtle phenomenon.
As the speed of the perceptual rotation increased, the distance between the two perceptual threads was getting closer.
Could it be?
Chen Mu's heart skipped a beat, and he continued to speed up the speed of the perceptual rotation.
The speed of the perceptual rotation had already reached five times its previous maximum speed, and the distance between the two perceptual threads was already quite close.
However, there still weren't any special changes.
Chen Mu made up his mind and further accelerated the rotation speed!
When the speed reached eight times its previous maximum speed, a change finally occurred!
The distance between the two perceptual threads broke through a critical value, and the force field between them finally played its role.
He saw one of the perceptual threads suddenly turn into an extremely fine perceptual glow, which revolved around the other perceptual thread at a shocking speed.
As the speed increased, the number of perceptual glows increased, and their volume became smaller and smaller.
The perceptual glows became perceptual fog, revolving around the axis of rotation and moving like crazy.
The other perceptual thread was almost completely pulled straight under the high-speed rotation, forming the axis of rotation of the perceptual fog.
In the split second when the perceptual glows became perceptual fog, Chen Mu's brain exploded, as though it had been lit up.
In that light, everything around him was reflected in his brain.
The tables, chairs, and instruments in the lab could be seen more clearly than he could with his eyes. Even a screw in the darkest corner was captured with perfect clarity.
Good lord!
Chen Mu felt himself hit by a burst of intense happiness!
The area of his lab was nearly 1,600 square meters, and no corner could escape his perception.
Compared to before, whether it was the degree of clarity or the range of his perception, it was a lot more powerful.
Holding back his ecstasy, Chen Mu continued to speed up the speed of the rotation of his perception.
The walls of the lab seemed to be pulled in front of him, and he could clearly see the fine textures on the walls that were finer than hair.
He immediately understood that the range of his perception should still be able to expand further.
It was only because the walls of the lab were blocking it that the situation in front of him had occurred.
He continued to speed up the rotation, and when he reached ten times his previous maximum speed, Chen Mu finally felt uncomfortable.
So, he decisively stopped the rotation of his perception.
The scene reflected in his brain receded like a tide.
That mass of perceptual fog then converged into a single perceptual thread, once again forming a double-row spiral structure.
It was as though Chen Mu had suddenly gotten a very novel toy, and he began to study it with great interest.
Of those two perceptual threads, Chen Mu named the one that could turn into perceptual fog "Thread One," and the other "Thread Two."
Apart from the rotation, he was also familiar with another way of operating perception, which was vibration.
The double-row spiral structure also had the characteristic of vibration, which also meant that Chen Mu's other consummate skill, the pseudo breath control, wouldn't be lost.
The pseudo breath control, which had been born out of breath control, had already completely replaced the former in Chen Mu's skill system.
"Breath Control" was extremely powerful, but its side effects were equally powerful.
While the pseudo breath control, which wasn't as powerful as breath control, was combined with Chen Mu's unique fighting style, which had endless wonderful uses.
Apart from that, the double-row spiral structure gave rise to quite a few new and wonderful uses.
And Chen Mu had finally figured out the characteristics of the other perceptual thread.
That perceptual thread couldn't be like the other one, which couldn't turn into a fine perceptual glow or perceptual fog.
But it could be molded at will, like plasticine that could be kneaded into all kinds of shapes. It was also incomparably tough, and no matter how much strength you used, you couldn't tear it in two.
That characteristic gave it quite a few interesting characteristics, such as pulling it into an extremely long and thin filament. Oh, if your control was a little more outstanding, you could even tie it into a bow.
Adapting to a new kind of perceptual composition wasn't something that could be done in a day, and it would take a long time.
But what Chen Mu lacked the most just then was time.
There wasn't any time for him to slowly mull it over, since he had a lot more work to do.
A four-star set of cards!
Ru Qiu was so tired that she was about to collapse!
She looked at Chen Mu speechlessly, not knowing how to express the shock in her heart. It was more likely that she didn't have the strength to open her mouth to speak.
After a night's rest, she felt her spirit was pretty good that day.
But she had never thought that she would cut a worse figure than she had the day before!
Making card ink was a job that required a lot of familiarity. After a day of familiarity, Ru Qiu could recite the entire process like the back of her hand for someone with a super high IQ.
Her work efficiency had increased by 50 percent that day, and she had made 63 bottles of card ink.
But she suddenly discovered that her speed at making card ink couldn't keep up with the boss's speed at drawing cards!
Good lord, that was a four-star card, not a three-star card, and it certainly wasn't a one-star power card that could be drawn at will.
Its demands on perception were extremely high, its composition was extremely complex, and it was unusually sensitive to the strength of the pen nib. Each of those difficulties was an indication of the difficulty of making it.
She had seen with her own eyes how tired the boss was after he had used up 42 bottles of card ink.
But what about that day?
She was the one who had declared her surrender.
The boss had gone crazy that day, making at a terrifying speed, as though he were making a one-star power card.
Most of the time, the boss had to wait on the side for her to finish making. Every bottle of card ink would be delivered to Chen Mu in the shortest time possible.
And then, Chen Mu would finish the card in a very short time.
By that time, the next bottle of card ink still hadn't been completed.
Throughout the day, Ru Qiu had always felt a pair of silent, hurried footsteps chasing her from behind, urging her to wind it up and go all out to speed up.
Speed up, speed up, and speed up again, all the way until the last of her strength had been squeezed out.
She didn't understand.
How could the boss have become so awesome in one night?
But she was really too tired, and that question was quickly tossed aside as she fell asleep.