89: Chapter 89 Cognitive Impairment

In the blink of an eye, it was already April 16th.

For the past half month, Chen Mo had been working on developing the Fusion between his Source Power and his body.

He had tried using Mental Energy to forcibly twist the two forces together.

He had tried changing his breathing frequency to find resonance nodes.

He had tried searching for the opportunity to unite the two under different accelerations, postures, and force application angles.

Tens of thousands of punches.

Each one carried force control and Source Power output ratios precise to the millisecond.

The result was always the same.

Every attempt felt like punching into the Void Realm; the force went out, but it couldn't touch anything.

It was as if an invisible wall stood between the two, blocking him firmly outside.

However, the exploration was not without gains.

Half a month of repeated trial and error had actually allowed Chen Mo to achieve significant optimization in the output efficiency of his Source Power activation.

When he first entered the Source Power activation state, just maintaining it required continuous consumption of Source Power; his body was like a leaking container, with energy dissipating invisibly every second.

After tens of thousands of punches and repeated calibrations, the circulation path of Source Power within his body had been optimized time and again, and the once crude release method had become increasingly precise.

His Source Power consumption during combat had been reduced by exactly half, already infinitely close to the optimal solution.

If it were someone else, this would already be a Breakthrough worth celebrating.

But for Chen Mo, this was just a byproduct.

It was like optimizing the efficiency of a bellows while looking for how to forge iron into a sword; it was useful, but it wasn't the answer.

Chen Mo hovered in the high altitude and opened his system panel.

A dark gray translucent interface unfolded in front of his line of sight, and white text appeared line by line.

[ Name: Chen Mo ]

[ Age: 23 ]

[ Height: 201cm ]

[ Weight: 532kg ]

[ Ability: Infinite Growth ]

[ Strength: 333.6 tons ]

[ Mental Power: 16.3 ]

[ Force Multiplier: 9.2x ]

[ Source Power: 2182 ]

Chen Mo's gaze swept over the data.

After reaching the Source Power Realm, the speed of becoming stronger had exceeded imagination.

Source Power was tempering his body every moment, and every cell in his entire body was slowly growing stronger.

Now, his strength growth per hour had reached 207 kilograms.

Moreover, this rate itself was accelerating: the stronger his body and Mental Power were, the stronger his Source Power became, and the higher the efficiency of tempering his body.

The speed of getting stronger would only get faster and faster.

The Force Multiplier was also approaching a certain limit.

9.2x, but every 0.1x improvement was becoming increasingly difficult, as if an invisible ceiling was pressing down on his head, and every Breakthrough required several times more effort than the last.

But Chen Mo could vaguely feel that when he achieved complete control, there would be astonishing changes.

It was an indescribable premonition, like a flickering light at the end of the darkness.

And the rapid increase in Source Power meant that Chen Mo's strength was still increasing significantly.

He closed the system panel and continued to Cultivate.

Chen Mo calmed his mind and began a new round of attempts.

Source Power surged within his body, penetrating every crevice of his meridians, muscles, and bones.

He tried to make the Source Power erupt inward—there was no reaction.

He changed his approach and let the Source Power erupt outward—still no result.

He adjusted again, letting the Source Power penetrate, wrap, impact, and soak—still ineffective.

In his perception, Source Power was a ball of pale golden light, extremely dense and extremely hot, like star dust compressed to the extreme.

And his body, his bones, muscles, fascia, and blood vessels, were another texture of light, heavier and denser.

These two layers of light could penetrate each other and wrap around each other, but they were distinct.

Just like two parallel lines that never intersect.

Chen Mo tirelessly tried various ways to combine Source Power and his body.

Every muscle, every meridian, every cell.

He was like debugging an extremely complex machine without a manual, relying only on countless trials and errors to find a switch that might not even exist.

Once, ten times, a hundred times.

A thousand times, ten thousand times.

For the past half month, he had tried thousands upon thousands of times.

But there was still no result.

Chen Mo stopped.

He stood at an altitude of ten thousand meters.

Below his feet was a spread of white clouds, and above his head was a dome of deep blue that was almost black.

It was as if he was the only person left in the whole world.

He stood quietly, feeling the Source Power surging within him.

His heart slowly calmed down.

Countless thoughts began to collide in his mind.

Every attempt at Source Power development over the past half month, every moment of failure, every wrong path—they were not in vain.

They were the raw Materials for his thinking, the coordinates accumulated while groping in the dark.

Failure had value. Every failure was telling him: this path is wrong.

Then where was the right path?

Chen Mo's thoughts sank into the abyss.

Body. Mental Power. Spiritual Qi.

The three combined to form Source Power.

It was the unity of the three, and none could be missing.

But that was where the problem lay.

Since Source Power was clearly a part of the body, why was its power separate and outside?

Why were Source Power attacks and physical strength always just an external overlay?

It was like sticking explosives onto an iron plate, each exerting its own power, without any enhancement effect between them.

It was not an overlay.

This conclusion had already been determined half a month ago.

But if it wasn't an overlay, then what should it be?

Thoughts tangled in his mind like a mess of hemp.

Chen Mo's brows furrowed slightly.

Source Power was the combination of body, Mental Power, and Spiritual Qi.

Then why did he want the Source Power to undergo Fusion with his body?

This thought suddenly exploded.

Chen Mo's pupils shrank slightly.

Since Source Power was already the combination of the three, then "fusing with the body" was in itself a logical paradox.

Source Power already included the body, so why did it need to undergo Fusion again?

Wasn't this putting the cart before the horse?

In an instant, all thoughts stopped colliding at the same moment.

Chen Mo's brain felt as if it had been struck by lightning.

The so-called Fusion was actually just controlling Source Power.

The body and Source Power were never two different things.

They were one from the beginning.

It was his long-term physical training that had made him accustomed to dismantling, analyzing, and reconstructing everything.

Muscle was muscle, strength was strength, and Source Power was Source Power.

In the process of constant dismantling, he had unknowingly separated these things that were originally one into independent concepts.

He had treated Source Power and his body as two forces that needed to undergo Fusion.

But they were never two forces.

It was like a bird that was used to running with its feet; when it finally learned to fly, it was still thinking about how to kick the ground with its feet while flying.

It didn't realize that flying was the logic of flying itself.

The feet were a part of flying, not flying plus feet.

Source Power was just another form of the body, not equipment added to the body.

Source Power was the body.

The body was Source Power.

The cognitive barrier collapsed at this moment.