Wet viviparity

Chapter 873 Adaptation, a Small Idea
"The method of shifting between large and small thoughts, large and small thoughts, so that's how it is."

On Niu Jinniu's angry, red face, a thoughtful expression appeared.

"Come again."

His deep voice rang out, and Man Shenying's body, which was already divided into four parts, trembled.

Ji Ming was also stiff all over, with beads of cold sweat on his forehead. Although the platinum thread light did not cut into him for a moment, he felt like he was jumping back and forth between the gates of hell every time.

Niu Jinniu slowly raised his arm, and this time the momentum of raising his arm seemed to carry endless changes and follow-up moves, making everyone here feel that they were locked on. The arm that was about to strike Ji Ming could actually be swung at anyone.

Niu Jinniu carefully sensed the changes in his own thoughts. Just as his arm muscles were about to tense up and his power was about to burst forth, Lu Zhenjun remained standing still as before, his double pupils showing no sorrow or joy, only indifference.

Lu Zhenjun made no defensive or counterattack moves, and even the fluctuation of his true qi was negligible.

However, Niu Jinniu clearly felt that his intention, which was concentrated on the "movement" of "slaying Ling Xuzi", was acting on his true body at the moment of action. This intention of "slaying Ling Xuzi" was like an ink droplet thrown into water, instantly changing and spreading.

An inexplicable, extremely subtle thought arose like a plague, one after another emerging from the depths of my mind.

"That divine chariot seems to have the ability to shift, so perhaps it would be better to cut it off by an inch."

"The energy from the soil below is interfering, so it seems I need to adjust my strength by another three points."

“That strong wind hides its head and shows its tail, and looks ferocious and ugly. It is very annoying. We might as well give it a scare first.”

"The angle at which I cut the infant spirit was not good, and the feel was also not good. This time I should aim at the yang lines on its body and cut it. It will surely perish here."

These trivial thoughts, in the blink of an eye initiated by the 'movement', actually covered up and tampered with his original pure and firm intention, or rather, tampered with the 'great intention'.

Thus, the platinum beam of light that was supposed to strike the divine chariot once again took a strange turn midway, and with a "whoosh," it cleaved the still-terrified Man Shenying, who had just managed to piece his four body pieces back together, into eight pieces this time.

"Ugh!"

The infant's screams were filled with despair and disbelief, and had a vaguely absurd and bizarre feel to them.

Niu Jinniu's face was flushed red, and his anger intensified, but he grinned and said, "Interesting! It didn't forcibly control my movements, but rather polluted my thoughts at the moment I launched the attack, covering my 'great thoughts' with countless 'small thoughts,' thus causing my 'movement' to deviate from its original intention. What a wonderful 'Spiritual Technique for Shifting Large and Small Thoughts'!"

Lu Zhenjun remained silent, his aura as deep as an abyss.

The sound of Niu Jinniu's feet scraping the ground was heard. Before the sound even started, he was already in front of Lu Zhenjun. He threw a simple punch straight out, and the air became solid before the speed of the punch, as if invisible thick walls were being broken.

He tried to compress the time it took for the 'movement' to occur with absolute power and speed, so that the contamination of that little thought would not have time to take effect.

The force of the punch, generated by breaking through the air, was tearing outwards, forming concentric rings of air waves. Tiny specks of platinum starlight stained the fist and surged towards Lu Zhenjun's face.

Just before his fist was about to touch Lu Zhenjun, Niu Jinniu felt his will being forcibly altered once again.

"Was this punch too powerful? We should save some of our strength for a change of move."

"Why didn't he dodge? There must be a trap. I should test that kid a little more."

"There is an unusual aura behind me, like a thorn in my back. It must be that four-legged, six-winged monster. Its body has a chaotic appearance, and its other features contain the charm of birds and insects. It is truly bizarre."

Countless possibilities encountered in the course of the battle flooded in like distracting thoughts, causing a subtle hesitation and deviation in his unstoppable straight punch. The punch involuntarily veered slightly, grazing Lu Zhenjun's temple before striking the mud root network behind him. Lu Zhenjun remained motionless, not even a strand of his hair stirred by the wind.

"It's not a matter of time."

Niu Jinniu withdrew his fist, and the smile on his red face became somewhat ferocious. "But at the point where the 'form movement' is initiated, no matter how fast the 'form movement' is, the moment of the change of intention will always exist, and the little thought you left in my body can accurately capture and corrupt that moment."

Lu Zhenjun finally spoke, his voice calm and even: "Thoughts arise and fall, forms move and cease, there must be a transition between them, and this is what this method adheres to."

Niu Jinniu stood motionless. As a powerful being who had been resurrected from the distant past, he had already experienced countless tribulations and had long been accustomed to fighting against unexpected immortals and gods. As a result, he had developed an exceptional eye for observation and could often figure out his opponent's moves after only one or two attempts.

These four tentative exchanges are, if not unprecedented in his past, certainly rare. Now he is beginning to understand the mysteries of the true magic wielded by this immortal.

If we say that ordinary people's decision-making is like shooting an arrow, then aiming is the thought in the decision-making process, and releasing the arrow is the action after the decision. The trajectory of the arrow is completely predictable. This is "using thought to guide action".

Those who have mastered the art of shifting thoughts and spirits have a very different way of "shooting arrows".

Under this aiming (great intention), at the instant the arrow is released (physical movement), every moment brings forth tiny thoughts and decisions. These tiny thoughts might be, "Something feels wrong," or "Has the wind changed direction?" or even without any reason, "I don't want to aim for the bullseye anymore!"

This new small thought will instantly overshadow the large thought of "aiming at the target".

However, this small thought does not exist out of thin air. It is generated by the arrow (form and movement) that has already been shot. Therefore, under the effect of this method, the small thought covers the big thought, and the trajectory of the arrow (form and movement) that is already flying in the air will change instantly according to this newly covered small thought, flying towards another bullseye, or simply turning around and flying back. This is "controlling thought with form".

Based on his speculation, this method was created not to plant a seed of intent in others to manipulate them at crucial moments, but to disrupt the mysteries within oneself and prevent others from using their divination techniques.

Imagine if someone were to predict the fate of this immortal, they could only foresee his great thought of "firmly wanting to hit the bullseye," but they could never have foreseen that after the arrow left the bow, a new thought would arise without warning, triggered by the action itself, and instantly change the outcome.

Of course, once this method is mastered, one can also disrupt and alter the mysteries within others by planting small thoughts in them.

"Stunning!"

Niu Jinniu took a deep breath and couldn't help but admire him.

The person on the divine chariot who possessed the personally crafted Ruyi made him feel that the new era was full of talented people, and the immortal in front of him made him feel that the new era surpassed his old era, and there was obviously much to be done in this era.

Lu Zhenjun looked at Man Shenying beside him, his gaze becoming increasingly profound within his double pupils.

Every small thought he mobilized within Niu Jinniu was ultimately guiding its great thought to attack Man Shenying, especially the Yang line on Man Shenying's forehead. Although Niu Jinniu executed the great thought, it did not sever that Yang line.

Niu Jinniu was, after all, an old Heavenly Demon. When the small thought first covered the big thought, he was able to influence those small thoughts, causing deviations when the big thought was finally covered, so that it only injured the full-fledged divine infant without killing it.

Therefore, to ensure everything goes smoothly, the inner thoughts of Chi Yi Lang Jun and Gu Hua Gong were activated early to prevent them from fighting each other and to allow them to withdraw the fog and come here to keep watch.

His mind-shifting technique was meant to subtly alter someone's original intentions, making them work for him silently and without warning. Even afterwards, people would think they had changed their minds, rather than leaving such a strong trace.

There was nothing he could do about it. He had guessed that there was a 30% chance that Niu Jinniu would notice his little scheme, and to his surprise, it came true.

If this Northern Demon Ox, with his keen insight, were to discern the true nature of the Chaos God General he had cultivated and adapt to it at the current pace, then the course of this great calamity would be shrouded in mystery.

(End of this chapter)