I had already ascended to heaven when the spiritual energy began to recover?

Among these, observing nature is the most basic introduction.

The intention is to focus one's attention on a specific external object and observe it continuously without judgment.

Until I can completely reproduce all the details in my mind.

To go a step further in observing form, without relying on external objects,

Constructing specific images out of thin air in one's mind.

Contemplating the divine is the most difficult; one must use one's own divine thoughts as the object of contemplation, reflecting inwardly.

He is just beginning to learn about visualization techniques and can only start with observing objects.

Snapped!

Bai Sheng picked up an empty mineral water bottle from the coffee table.

Place it in front of you, stare at it, and observe its details.

The plastic bottle was transparent, and the label was torn in half.

There was a ring of red bottle cap residue around the bottle opening that hadn't been completely unscrewed.

"I really want to play on my phone." "I want to order takeout." "I want to poop..."

When faced with something so boring, it's easy for your mind to wander and your thoughts to drift!

Bai Sheng forced himself not to think about anything else.

Just look at this bottle.

Less than twenty seconds later, another thought automatically popped into my head.

I bought this bottle last week at the convenience store at the entrance of my neighborhood for 1.5 yuan.

That cashier was actually quite good-looking, except for being a bit flat-chested...

Depend on!

Bai Sheng quickly pulled his thoughts back and continued staring at the bottle.

A dozen seconds later, my mind started automatically conjuring up the image of the calico cat pushing the bottle off the coffee table.

Pull it back!

They went back and forth for almost five minutes.

Bai Sheng managed to keep his eyes glued to the bottle for more than two minutes without losing focus.

"It's ready, let's test the results."

Bai Sheng closed his eyes.

Try to visualize the image of that bottle in your mind.

Transparent plastic, a label torn in half...

The outline of the image can be barely reproduced.

But the details are blurry.

The words on the label could not be reproduced at all, and the whole screen flickered.

He opened his eyes and squeezed the bottle, making a cracking sound.

Then it flew away.

Cultivating spiritual power is much more tedious than cultivating true essence.

True essence provides at least some positive feedback, which can make people feel good.

There's a sense of control and accomplishment in it.

but,

Training mental strength is purely about challenging yourself.

Bai Sheng stood up from the sofa and stretched his shoulders.

Visualization is indeed a skill that requires gradual and persistent practice.

It's impossible to break through in one go like you gain cultivation points.

You have to persevere and grind it out every day.

He mentally scheduled this matter.

Every morning after finishing practicing the One Qi Zheng Yang Sword, I would set aside two quarters of an hour specifically for practicing Observation, without fail.

There is something more specific to do right now.

That's the image of the clone.

When a clone is created, it is generally assumed to be exactly the same as the original.

However, Bai Sheng had previously tried simplifying and shrinking his clones, and he had succeeded.

This demonstrates that the image of a clone can be fine-tuned through thought.

Since we can make minor adjustments, can we completely mold it into the image of another person?

He leaned back on the sofa and reassembled a clone.

Let it stand in front of the coffee table as a model.

Bai Sheng had played character creation games before and was quite skilled at them.

Let's start with the facial contours.

Bai Sheng focused his attention on the clone's brow bone and jawline.

I used my mind to lower my brow bone a little.

The mandible retracted by half an inch.

The clone's facial features visibly changed.

His face, which originally resembled him by about 70-80%, began to shift in another direction.

Bai Sheng then adjusted the height of his nose bridge and the thickness of his lips, and made his double eyelids a little shallower...

After several rounds of fine-tuning, the clone no longer resembled him at all.

He turned into an ordinary man's face that would be unrecognizable in a crowd.

Fat Orange peeked half its head out from behind the TV.

He stared at the unfamiliar face for a moment, circling around it repeatedly.

"Stupid cat."

Bai Sheng sensed the fat orange's confusion.

I'm too lazy to explain it.

He dispelled the clone.

A new group has been formed.

This time, I'm kneading in a different direction.

Intentionally making the distance between the eyebrows and eyes closer, narrowing the bridge of the nose, and making the chin pointed...

The proportions of the facial features have completely broken the original framework.

After a few adjustments, a woman's face appeared on the clone's head.

He was taken aback for a moment, then realized the effect was more natural than he had expected.

The clone's outline was originally formed from condensed true essence, without the constraints of bones.

Theoretically, as long as the intention is precise enough, it is possible to sculpt any shape.

but,

Want to completely become the other gender,

The skeleton needs to be reduced in size as well.

Otherwise, a woman's face with a large bone structure would be too incongruous.

She might be mistaken for a woman from the South or a transvestite.

Bai Sheng tried it out, and the clone's height shrank from 1.85 meters to just over 1.6 meters.

The skeleton narrows simultaneously.

Standing in front of the coffee table, he was a completely different person.

Bai Sheng then adjusted the shoulder width and waistline to his own liking.

To make the body proportions appear more prominent in the front and back,

Finally, I refined the skin texture of the clone.

The finished product stands next to the television.

She looks like a petite young woman.

Only his eyes still retained a trace of his true self.

The calico cat jumped off the sofa armrest and circled the female doppelganger twice.

It tilted its head back and meowed.

They clearly didn't recognize that this thing had anything to do with Bai Sheng.

"Wait a minute, this woman looks familiar..."

Bai Sheng fell silent.

This seems to be an art teacher from Japan, the land of cherry blossoms.

Although I can't remember it, I vaguely recall...

This was my mentor back then.

"That's understandable, since I'm just relying on instinct to create the character's face."

"Tsk tsk, isn't that a kind of talent?"

Bai Sheng stopped dwelling on the issue.

After dispersing the female clone, Bai Sheng created several more male clones.

Each one had a different face shape adjusted.

He discovered that his memory for facial muscles was far better than he had expected.

It can even be done to the point of complete freedom.

Perhaps it's an additional effect brought about by the second level of perception?

As long as you can clearly visualize the outline of a face in your mind,

The clone's facial features can be reproduced quite accurately.

……

In front of an apartment building,

"Oh, there's no need for that, it's all superstition..."

"You silly child, do you think I want to do these things for you?"

"The problem is that after several visits to several hospitals, they still couldn't find anything."

Headache, stomachache, sprained ankle—can these be normal ailments?

"It must have hit something!"

Zhou Min, of course, didn't believe any of this, but she simply didn't have the strength to refute it.

She still had a plaster on her ankle, her head was spinning, and all she wanted was to find a place to sit down and rest.

Zhou Min followed her mother into the house.

The shaman lived on the first floor and converted the living room into an incense shrine.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut.

The room was filled with the smell of sandalwood mixed with paper ash.

Zhou Min frowned and glanced at the corner of the wall.

Inside the shrine was a statue of a deity draped in red cloth.

An incense burner and several offerings were placed next to it.

The old woman who practiced shamanism was sitting there smoking; she was probably in her sixties, sitting cross-legged in a grand chair.

She asked Zhou Min to sit down, inquired about her birth date and time, lit three incense sticks and placed them in the incense burner, then closed her eyes and muttered incantations.

The incense flickered a few times in the dimly lit living room.

The old lady suddenly opened her eyes.

"Have you offended anyone recently?"

Zhou Min paused for a moment, then quickly shook her head.

Her mother, growing impatient, gave her a push: "Think about it again!"