Bailong sat cross-legged.
As a microorganism in size, it was a brand new experience.
"To become stronger, the microbial civilization the size of ants has already provided a solution for battling across sizes—Xi Rang organisms."
"By self-splitting, tiny lumps continuously stack together to form a new kind of life... and before your eyes, it should be the same."
As possessing a part of fungal life naturally, there's potential to stack together.
Mushrooms, fungi, are composed by stacking together.
"Ta Sui, huh."
He naturally recalled the mythical legend of the meat lingzhi and began naming like Fu Qingjun.
"In other words, do I have to rely on splitting to cultivate a pile of sticky microorganisms sticking together?" He hesitated, feeling something was wrong, not perfect.
He slightly closed his eyes, "As a virus, bacteria, fungus, I should have better ideas."
Time flew by.
Bailong secluded himself for countless cold and warm seasons.
