99: Chapter 99 Where is the Road?

In the following days, that sense of lack remained.

It merely hovered at the edge of his Mental Perception, like a faint protrusion. He could feel its existence when his fingertips brushed over it, yet he could not grasp its shape.

Chen Mo did not go back to repeatedly perceive every cell in his body.

There was no need.

His billions of cells were already fully under his control, from scalp to soles, from heart valves to bone marrow cavities; not a single one was left out. This was certain.

Seeking inward, he had already reached Perfection.

But precisely because of this, that lingering sense of lack seemed contradictory.

Perfection was real, and the lack was also real.

Both existed simultaneously, neither yielding to the other, yet each was self-consistent.

He vaguely felt that the barrier to his Breakthrough was actually very light.

So light that it felt as if it could be pushed aside at any moment.

It was just that he did not know in which direction to apply force.

This feeling was very strange.

It was as if something was reminding him: "You have already walked this path once, only you did not realize it was a path."

Chen Mo did not stubbornly get stuck in a rut like last time.

He stopped and began to sort through his power from the beginning.

He laid out all his power, one by one, to see it clearly again.

Source Power.

Mental Power.

Body.

Force transmission.

Unity of Spirit and Flesh.

Force Field.

He felt them one by one.

Source Power surged through his Meridians, searing white like a river, vast in quantity and pure in quality.

His Mental Power value was steadily condensing toward 20.0, and his Mental Perception network could cover a radius of 10 kilometers.

His basic physical strength had long since broken through a thousand tons; every punch he threw had enough power to ionize the air, creating a brief plasma glow.

Body and Mental Power, under the ability of Infinite Growth, naturally tended toward balance. When one improved, it inevitably drove the other to follow, like two intertwined helixes, always maintaining the same phase.

And when his perception swept over the Force Field, he stopped.

Force Field.

This ability had emerged naturally when his Mental Power broke through 10.0, while in the state of Unity of Spirit and Flesh, as his body and mind achieved deep integration.

The strength of the Force Field was directly linked to his body and Mental Power.

The stronger the body and the more condensed the Mental Power, the more stable and dense the Force Field became.

And as his force output climbed from 8.7 times all the way to 9.9 times, his control over the Force Field became increasingly handy; every detail felt as it should be.

But that feeling of "it should be so" reached its peak when he achieved a Breakthrough in the Source Power Realm.

That was when Chen Mo first tried to use Source Power to drive his own flight.

The top speed of his full-power sprint was surprisingly only Mach 5.

Mach 5 was already shocking enough for an ordinary evolver who had stepped into the Source Power Realm; ordinary people could not even imagine such speed.

But when he stopped in the air, he only had one judgment in his heart: "Too slow."

Because when flying using the Force Field, the speed far exceeded this.

It was not just that the speed was slow.

Flight driven by Source Power lagged far behind the maneuverability of the Force Field in terms of sensitivity.

When turning with the Force Field, the sense of space was continuous, like gliding through a fluid.

Turning with Source Power required applying a thrust first and then waiting for a response, with a physical delay in between.

There was also a gap in defense; the barrier constructed by Source Power was rigid but fragile, shattering when encountering an impact exceeding its threshold.

The Force Field was like water; it could deform, dissipate force, and transition smoothly from point defense to full-area coverage.

Even after mastering the Source Body, the top speed of Source Power flight could only reach two-thirds of the Force Field's.

From that moment on, Chen Mo knew that the Force Field was no ordinary ability.

It was an ability derived from his Infinite Growth, one that belonged solely to him.

It was his trump card, bound to his physical and mental structure, which could not be copied or imitated.

But he had never studied it in depth.

Because the Force Field was too perfect.

From the moment it was born, everything was as easy as moving one's own arm.

Independent flight, survival in space, omnidirectional defense, high-speed maneuvering—no need to learn, no need to practice, no need to understand.

It was just like breathing.

All abilities were innate, all controls were intuitive, like instincts carved into his genes.

It was so perfect that it made everything feel taken for granted.

So perfect that Chen Mo had never questioned it.

"Why does the Force Field exist?"

"How is it generated?"

"What is its essence?"

But at this moment, that special feeling seemed to be knocking on this blind spot.

The direction was very clear.

It was not that his body wasn't strong enough.

It was not that his Mental Power wasn't condensed enough.

It was not that his Source Power wasn't abundant enough.

It was that Force Field he had been using all along, yet had never truly understood.

Chen Mo decided to start from the beginning.

The peak.

Chen Mo sat cross-legged on the ground, withdrawing all external perception.

He did not unfold the Force Field as usual, but prepared to first enter the deep state of Unity of Spirit and Flesh, running his Mental Energy at full capacity to observe the details of every inch of energy flow within his body.

Then he deliberately slowed down the whole process.

At the instant of Unity of Spirit and Flesh, his body and mind completed an extremely precise connection.

In that very instant, the Force Field appeared.

He observed nothing.

No ripples, no fluctuations, no traces of energy flow.

Chen Mo opened his eyes and tried again.

He exited the Unity of Spirit and Flesh, and the Force Field dissipated.

He re-entered, and the Force Field unfolded.

Still, he saw nothing.

The third time.

The fourth time.

Every time, it was the same result.

No delay, no intermediate state, no "generation process" that could be captured by Mental Energy.

Everything was as natural as breathing. There was no need to know how the lungs worked; the air had already entered.

He stopped.

With the precision of his Mental Power, which now fully controlled his billions of cells, he could not find the source of the Force Field.

This meant that the source of the Force Field's power far exceeded the depth of his current Mental Perception.

Looking for the answer from the direction of its origin—this path was blocked.

Chen Mo changed his perspective.

He began to feel the Force Field itself.

He unfolded the Force Field and sank his perception into its interior.

Then all the information was laid out before him.

The structure of the Force Field, the distribution of intensity, energy density, the way it interacted with the outside world, and the enhancement coefficients for various physical indicators.

All parameters were as clear as they could possibly be.

And without reservation.

Because the Force Field was him.

It was an extension of his body and mind.

It was not a tool, not a weapon, and not some energy field attached to his body from the outside.

It was Chen Mo himself, just presented outside the body in a different form.

Chen Mo withdrew his perception.

The essence of the Force Field was laid out clearly before him, with nothing hidden.

But the key to the Breakthrough still had not been found.

Chen Mo stood up.

He understood.

Desperately trying to feel it was useless.

Seeking inward had already reached Perfection.

Looking outward, the Force Field was completely equivalent to himself.

Both directions had reached their end.

And the answer was not inside the Force Field.

It might not even be in the Force Field itself.

His question had never been "What is the Force Field," but rather "Why can I not see the answer?"

What trapped him was his own thinking.