At this mont, Duke’s perception underwent an earth-shattering transformation.
Vision was no longer confined to his eyes; every grain of sand constituting his body seed to beco his eyes, providing countless microscopic, 360-degree, all-encompassing views.
He simultaneously saw every corner of the wasteland, the insects in the cracks of the ground, the floating dust in the air, and even the rotation and collision of each grain of sand within the sandstorm that was himself.
This was a panoramic, imrsive god’s eye view.
Other senses like hearing and touch also spread and reorganized in a similar manner; the sound of the wind beca the flow within him, and the slight tremors of the earth resonated with him and the world.
He lost the traditional sense of a body, but gained a grander, more essential connection with the environnt.
His thoughts and consciousness spread like rcury, uniformly and highly unified within every grain of sand and dust.
There was no core, or rather, every grain of sand was part of the core.
He remained himself, with coherent thoughts and clear will, only the form of his existence had changed.
With a single thought, the massive sandstorm swept forward at a speed as fast as a gale, yet silently.
As it passed, a thin layer of sand on the ground was stripped away, rging into the storm, slightly expanding its scale.
The sandstorm could effortlessly form a giant sand fist to strike distant rocky hills with power far surpassing the previous sand palm, or suddenly spread into a thin sand mist to seep into rock crevices and regroup on the other side.
He could switch effortlessly between various forms such as a humanoid sandstorm, a flowing sand river, a still sand dune, and a towering sand pillar.
When Duke was in this state of complete sandification, the effect of his talent magic was elevated to the utmost.
The automatic defense of the Sand Guardian had beco the survival instinct of the sandstorm at this mont.
He deliberately let a part of the sandstorm’s edge lightly brush against a sharp, protruding rock wall.
Upon contact, that part of the sand grains didn’t scatter from impact but automatically diverted along the rock wall’s contour as if possessing collective intelligence, avoiding unnecessary loss, while scraping off so stone chips to replenish themselves.
The most crucial aspect was that omnipresent and indestructible characteristic.
Duke attempted to focus his consciousness on an extrely tiny, inconspicuous grain within the sandstorm, then compressed and condensed most of the sandstorm inward, reforming his human form above the wasteland.
anwhile, the sand grain he marked was quietly left under the shadow of a distant rock.
He looked down at his hand montarily condensed from sand grains, then willingly disintegrated this freshly ford body.
A massive sandstorm reappeared, but this ti, at the core of the sandstorm, the grain left in the distance glowed faintly.
In the next second, the entire sandstorm, including the sand from the just-disintegrated body, ford an irresistible sand torrent, crossing hundreds of ters in an instant to the location of that grain, reassembling into Duke’s human form, unscathed and with clothes unwrinkled.
As long as there was one grain of sand carrying his consciousness and life imprint, no matter where his sandified body was scattered or destroyed, using this grain as a coordinate and seed, it could quickly absorb the sand material and energy from the surrounding environnt to reform his shape.
This surpassed ordinary defense and regeneration, almost bordering on a kind of immortality based on elental essence.
Of course, it required a sufficient amount of earth elent material in the environnt to draw from, and the sand grain must not be completely annihilated in an instant.
Nevertheless, this was undoubtedly a terrifying life-preserving trump card.
Because in this vast sandstorm ford by the yellow sands, there were countless grains of sand, each capable of becoming Duke’s main body.
As long as one grain of sand remained, Duke would never truly die.
This is also what makes a Level 2 Elental Mage so troubleso; unless prepared in advance and specifically targeted, it is almost impossible to eliminate a Level 2 Elental Mage.
As long as they didn’t want to die, they would be very difficult to be left behind.
The test ca to an end as Duke gathered his heart and mind.
The enormous sandstorm on the wasteland rapidly contracted inward; sand grains aggregated, shaped, and solidified, quickly restoring their color and texture.
In the blink of an eye, Duke stood intact at the original spot, his aura calm, as if the sandstorm king sweeping across the wasteland with myriad changes was just a phantom.
He raised his hand, looking at his human palm, and once again feeling the gentle pulse of the Yellow Sand Crystal on his left arm, as well as the unmistakable connection with the ground beneath his soul.
"Desertification Elental Form, combined with talent magic... survival capability has reached a completely new dinsion." Duke calmly assessed.
After recording and organizing all the data from the previous process, he collected his thoughts and shifted his attention to the elental forms of wind, water, and fire.
With a switch in his heart and mind, his life form transford accordingly.
Duke’s figure suddenly blurred and elongated, as if rging with a sudden whirl of wind.
In an instant, he was no longer a solid entity but beca an intangible, fluid yet full of vibrant will airstream.
His consciousness assimilated with the wind, instantly covering an extrely vast area.
Every slightest tremor of the wind, the subtle changes in air pressure, the swaying of distant leaves, and even the vortices stirred by insects’ wings beca part of his perception network.
This was a panoramic perception that transcended vision, based on flow and vibration, exceptionally sensitive to energy fluctuations and physical movents.
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