This is an unforgettable experience, just like a hundred years passed in an instant. The life and death, rise and fall, reproduction and extinction of swamp creatures are all presented to Zhao Mai one by one. He is alone, but at the same time, there are thousands of people. Later, he is this swamp, and this swamp is him.

The force of nature forms a cycle in the swamp, and this cycle is now in his mind. Wadsworth's voice enters the world with the wind and rain, telling him how to sense the force and how to coordinate with it.

"You will always be just a chapter in the cycle, you will always be a fragment of the movement of matter and soul." The halfling said of the druid's worldview, and then told them how they transform the world. "This is a paid and repaid system, both fragile and strong. What we druids do is to stir up a new vortex in the river water, and then watch it return to tranquility after completing its mission. Your body is part of the cycle and a fish that stirs the river water. Come, look at my behavior, learn my methods with me, and learn how to coordinate and unify with the surroundings."

Zhao Mai focused his attention and turned his attention to the mangrove forest in the center of the swamp. Originally, there was only one tree and a halfling here. The halfling dismissed all his animal companions and connected his whole body and mind to the tree. Then, he used the leaves and roots as his own perceptual tentacles and began to collect the Force information of the swamp.

As a product of the natural force, feeling the existence of the force is a ability that every creature possesses, and humans are no exception. However, with the establishment of civilization, human survival methods have changed, and more knowledge needs to be learned, so schools, words and books have appeared. Nature has been waiting, but fewer and fewer people have gone there to find wisdom. Until now, people need to be enlightened to open up the connection with the natural force and become druids.

But this instinct never disappeared, but was just hidden. How did a newborn baby learn to suck? It was the same truth. It turned out that the knowledge he needed was not in others, but in his own body. By experiencing the experiences and past of half-ling, Zhao Mai examined himself and began to mobilize the power hidden deep in his bloodline.

His understanding is different from the halfling. After all, he is a modern man who has survived nine years of compulsory education. The information about the natural force that the Graleone natives believe is genetic genes in Zhao Mai's heart. He pursues the origin upward, and when life is born, the natural force begins a endless cycle. Drawing strength from the environment is all for survival and reproduction. Naturally, he is the most ingenious designer. Whether it is precision or elegance, it cannot be reflected in living things. The so-called wisdom of nature, the art of life, and the greatest treasure trove of knowledge is in everyone's body.

He suddenly thought of the knowledge he had seen before, and through personal observation, he suddenly understood a truth: the so-called person is not an individual, but a complex symbiosis. Many different organisms work together to enable the body to complete various functions. The mitochondria in each cell have their own, and can be replicated by themselves, and are not affected by the nucleus. The chloroplasts in plant cells also have the same characteristics. When you regard "self" as a "group" and realize that there is also a cycle of force in your body, you can see nature from a new perspective. Whether it is called seeing the big from the small or seeing the small, Zhao Mai can start from himself and understand the changes in the force of nature.

The truths are difficult to express in words, because language is the product of civilization and appear pale and shallow in the face of the great power of nature. Perhaps only the sentence "Tao can be told, it is very Tao" is the closest explanation. Zhao Mai was completely immersed in this meditation, following the ladder of the Force, not upward, but downward, deeper, and discovering the secret of power in his body.

The half-limb man took his fingers back and stood up, looking at Zhao Mai with some envy. It is said that the Enlightenment Tree carries the experiences of countless senior masters, but there is no specific method to dig out the experiences from them, and it can only rely on luck. Only when enlightened, because the enlightened person did not have the active natural force, and could only receive external forces in the direction of receiving external forces, perhaps he could absorb some of the essence of the thinking in the Enlightenment Tree, which is already a very rare adventure. Now, some people have gained the full trust of the seedlings of the Enlightenment Tree and can establish spiritual links with them without any stagnation.

These insights are huge wealth. Every druid is trying to feel a larger natural environment and gain knowledge of the natural force from it. But each environment can continue to be split to form a smaller and more refined environment, so this knowledge is endless. The druids have long formed a consensus that it is impossible for there to have all the secrets of the natural force, and a system will always have an undiscovered part. Everyone can only be more diligent, and it is impossible to be the most perfect.

But the druid in front of him undoubtedly had the opportunity to walk in front of everyone. The wise giant had already bent down and invited him to stand on his shoulders, and the rest was to see if he could persevere while the giant stood up, so as to see the higher and farther scenery. The half-ling walked back to the corner of the pit and sat down quietly, allowing the roots of the wall to cover his body. His body was too weak and had lost the ability to eat, so he could only rely on the mangroves to provide him with nutrients. If his body died, he could only live in the mangroves.

Zhao Mai continued to go deeper and deepen, and discovered many interesting things. In the depths of his bloodline, there was so much information hidden. It turned out that the appendix was not useless. It turned out that wisdom teeth had that effect, and it turned out that the feeling of having a tail was so wonderful.

Continuing to move forward, Zhao Mai felt the joy of flying, the momentum of the giant beast, and the freedom of swimming fish. The panic-feared shells hid under the sand, and the ignorant and fearless algae tide on the sea. As he thought about it, he left tears. Every life energy has been an extremely difficult journey. There are too many accidents and too many helplessness, but there are also countless strong and stubbornness. In order to survive and reproduce, he would rather give his life.

The idea of ​​seeking life is the strongest source of power in life, and everything dedicated to the reproduction of the race is also engraved in the earliest bloodline. The so-called natural force is composed of such thoughts, which eventually merge into heaven and earth, mountains and sea. In comparison, gods and elements are just edges and corners, and cannot be compared with them.

Zhao Mai continued to wander, but Xiaohua was a little anxious and kept calling. Zhao Mai heard this voice, but she didn't take it too seriously. "I was digging in my body, and my spirit would only be more concentrated. I didn't radiate like a halfling and couldn't take it back. What danger can there be?"

After traversing his genome, he gradually came to an end. At this time, Zhao Mai's fantasy was surrounded by thick fog, and he could not see anything clearly. He himself no longer felt the feeling of up, down, left and right, and seemed to be unable to feel the flow of time. The fog rolled and changed continuously, but this scene seemed to last forever.

Where did this be, or when did it be? Zhao Mai could no longer feel the natural environment and felt that it was boring here, so he decided to leave. He began to visualize his original body, the body of a small flower sitting on the ground in front of him.

At this moment, a flash of light cuts through the thick fog and divides it into two parts. Butcher was holding a logging axe in his hand and staring at Zhao Mai with a fierce look. Then he came to him instantly, holding the axe high and slashing it down.

"Ah!" Zhao Mai shouted, sweating all over his body, as if he was awakened from a dream. He found himself still in a tree hole, and the little flower in front of him was hesitating and making a weak meow.
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