Becoming a Saint Seiya since the Age of Mythology

As Wu Xin became more and more focused, his mental consciousness seemed to transform into countless particles, slowly seeping into the air inside the sphere of light and becoming part of the air.

"Is this what air is made of?"

The first thing he saw was the countless huge rocks floating all around him.

Those are dust particles in the air.

It was only because he focused his consciousness deep into the air, narrowing his field of vision, that he mistook dust for stones.

Beyond the dust, there were streams of different colors, intertwined like ribbons, or like a pot of mixed eight-treasure porridge, stewing together all kinds of delicacies.

"It seems that they are the air itself!" Wu Xin suddenly realized.

Air is not a single substance, but is composed of countless other components.

For example, nitrogen and oxygen make up about 99 percent of the composition, while the remaining 1 percent is composed of various other gases.

Wu Xin wasn't sure if the air composition of this world was the same as his original world, but the general composition should be correct.

"Then let's eliminate the two gaseous components that make up the largest proportion first!" He rejected the two gaseous components that he perceived to be the most abundant.

Because he didn't sense anything special in either of the gases.

Logically speaking, given his talent and affinity for the power of death, such close contact with the aura of corpses should have triggered some special reactions.

"Then, the corpse energy I'm looking for should be in those rarest components!" He focused his attention further on the rarest parts of the air.

They make up a very small percentage, only one or two percent. If Wu Xin didn't infiltrate his own consciousness into the air, it would be almost impossible to observe their existence from the outside.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Xin transformed his spiritual consciousness into a probe and pierced it.

Integrating into the air is already the limit of what he can currently do. He can no longer integrate into those rare one or two percent of air components, so he has no choice but to use a probe to investigate the progress of those rare components.

In an instant, as the probe pierced through, Wu Xin's spirit was immediately jolted.

In that minimal amount of air, many strange things were mixed together.

There was the warmth of water vapor, the fragrance of soil, but what attracted Wuxin the most was a foul and corrupt smell.

His intuition told him that this was what he was looking for.

He focused his attention, trying to analyze the composition of that aura.

However, when he actually began this process, he found that he was completely unable to understand or recognize the various complex components within that aura.

This completely involves a blind spot in his understanding.

Chapter 18 Reviving the Skeleton

"How to do?"

Wu Xin was feeling somewhat agitated.

If he cannot analyze the composition of the corpse energy, it means that he cannot simulate the corpse energy using his microcosm.

He couldn't get past that crucial barrier.

He couldn't help but open his eyes, ceasing his futile exploration, and said with a wry smile, "Could it be that I have to deliberately learn a chemical analysis course and study the composition of the corpse energy properly?"

"wrong!"

"Given the current state of human civilization, chemistry is still in its infancy, and there's almost no possibility of deciphering the components of corpse gas. If we go back a few hundred years, it would be even more impossible!" He thought of more.

In much earlier times, especially in Bai Li's generation, it was impossible for anyone to analyze the composition of corpse gas using chemical methods.

So, without knowing the composition of the corpse energy, how did Bai Li and the others simulate the corpse energy and utilize the power of death?

"I may have gone astray!" Wuxin made this judgment as he thought deeper.

Bai Li and his team didn't even need to analyze the components of the corpse energy to simulate the corresponding things.

In other words, his deliberate analysis of the corpse energy was completely unnecessary.

He used the wrong method.

It's not entirely wrong or without any merit, but compared to Bai Li and the others, it's definitely not right!

"So, what method did Bai Li and the others use?" Looking at the ball of light in his right hand, Wu Xin sorted out his thoughts and started thinking again.

One thing is certain: Bai Li and his team definitely did not conduct the simulation by analyzing the components.

Take the method of enlightenment as an example. Even if the true composition of the corpse energy is analyzed, he still needs to simulate the various components and finally combine them to obtain the simulated corpse energy.

However, this would result in an enormous amount of work involved in the simulation, something that ordinary Saint Seiya could not possibly handle.

Even those with a level of enlightenment and doubt might not be able to achieve this with their seventh sense.

If even the most basic things have such a high learning threshold, then that's definitely not normal.

"What method could it be?" he pondered.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but recalling the scene of using calligraphy to train his mental strength, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in Wu Xin's mind.

"Simulation, simulation, simulation—"

"Imitation is a form of imitation, and isn't copying also a form of imitation?"

In calligraphy, there is a method of using thin white paper to lay on the characters and then copying them onto the white paper.

In this way, practitioners can imitate similar fonts.

Considering the problem at hand, Wu Xin came up with a brilliant idea.

"Give it a try!"

He immediately resumed sitting cross-legged, closed his eyes, and once again ventured deep into the air sealed within the sphere of light to explore.

This time, instead of foolishly analyzing the composition of the corpse, he locked onto a wisp of corpse energy and attached a wisp of his microcosmic power to it.

He needs to make rubbings and create molds.

This is the method he found from copying calligraphy—simple and direct.

While it's impossible to obtain the exact same thing, it's possible to make his cosmic power as close as possible to the form of corpse energy.

Soon, Wu Xin completed his first imprint and obtained something that was extremely similar to the corpse energy.

"Yes, that's it!"

He was thrilled to find a workable solution.

Once he has the right approach, he has the potential to achieve it.

So, in the days that followed, Wuxin tirelessly captured corpse energy and made rubbings of it to increase his understanding and familiarity with it.

At first, he could only make dry rubbings, but as the number of rubbings accumulated, he gradually gained an understanding of the corpse energy through this method.

As his understanding deepened, he gradually tried to break free from the imprint and independently control the power of his microcosm to make changes and imitate it.

From unfamiliarity to proficiency, Wu Xin gradually mastered the skill of imitation, and the corpse aura he imitated became closer and closer to the real corpse aura.

Finally, after nearly a week of practice, he fully mastered the technique of imitating corpse energy on his own and no longer needed to make imprints.

"Now, the corpse energy I simulated is not much different from the real corpse energy!" Wu Xin spread out his right hand, and his inner universe power flowed freely, transforming into a light gray stream of energy in his palm.

"It's time to test the results of our learning!"

He curled his lips into a smile, a hint of excitement in his eyes, and gathered the corpse energy, then poured it all into a white skeleton at his feet.

"Awaken from the slumber of death, you dead in this land of bones!"

Once the corpse energy was fully injected into the skull, a ghostly blue flame was born from within it.

Unlike the phosphorus fire produced by burning phosphorus gas, it is a fire of the soul, a symbol of the rebirth of the dead.

"I succeeded!"

Wuxin was overjoyed to see this.

However, after the initial excitement, he discovered that after the soul fire was born, the skeleton did not undergo any new changes and remained lying quietly on the ground.

"what happened?"

"Is there anything else I've overlooked?" Wu Xin asked anxiously.

He never expected that, having already taken the first step towards success, he would be unable to lift the next foot, leaving him rooted to the spot.

After numerous examinations and tests, he discovered that the skeleton's soul fire was not true soul fire, but something similar.

In other words, there is no consciousness within that soul fire, so the skeleton cannot move.

However, Wuxin quickly came to terms with it.

Creating a soul consciousness is simply beyond his capabilities.

Even Bai Li couldn't do that here, let alone him.

Creation is the realm of the gods.

"Although it can't move on its own, I'll make it move passively!" Wu Xin pressed down on the skull and poured more cosmic power into it.

This time, he infused a trace of his own consciousness into the skeleton's soul fire.

The skeleton now resembles a robot, lacking its own independent consciousness and only able to activate by relying on externally injected fixed logical programs.

As consciousness was injected, Wuxin slowly established a special connection with the skeleton on the ground, as if he had gained an extra body.

Once the injected consciousness had fully merged with the soul fire, Wu Xin suddenly gained a new perspective.

Through the skeleton's perspective, he saw a completely new world.

A world of the dead.

A thick aura of death permeated the air, and a life form exuding an aura completely opposite to that of the corpse stood beside him.

That was the real person in the skeleton's vision.

"Interesting, interesting!"

Wu Xin nodded repeatedly, and then controlled the skeleton's body to slowly get up from the ground.

Perhaps the bones here have been exposed to wind and rain, and many have completely decayed, with several bones breaking before they could even stand firmly.

Left with no other choice, Wuxin found a few more bones on the ground and attached them to the skeleton, which finally gave the revived skeleton the ability to move.

"It's done!"