However, a thick scab ford by impurities covered his body.
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open.
Both hands swiftly ford a gesture.
With a boom.
The scab shattered with a crisp sound.
The exposed skin underneath was as white as jade, releasing a pleasant fragrance, adding a mysterious aura to his brows.
Not only was the mana within his body more refined, it was also more than three tis that of his previous Peak of Qi Cultivation.
Moreover.
His Divine Sense, which once extended only ten feet, now reached thirty feet!
Compared to a typical cultivator at the first level of the Foundation Establishnt Stage, his range exceeded by twenty feet, and his mana was twice as abundant.
At this mont.
He could sense that his lifespan extended to two hundred ninety years; he was now only twenty-six, which ant he had two hundred sixty-four years to advance to the next realm.
Clenching his hands in the void and feeling the powerful aura, Fu Changsheng could no longer suppress his excitent:
"So, this is the power of Foundation Establishnt?!"
Before the breakthrough.
He only knew that there was an insurmountable chasm between Qi Cultivation and Foundation Establishnt, but now standing firmly in the realm of Foundation Establishnt, he finally understood that before Foundation Establishnt, Qi cultivators were like crumbling earth and decaying dogs, not even worthy of being a single match!
At this very mont.
A buzzing tremor echoed in his mind.
Fu Changsheng felt a stirring in his heart.
He quickly focused his mind on the panel, where he saw yellow light surging, followed by a line of text appearing:
"Foundation Establishnt Stage: Level One (1/100)"
Seeing the text on the panel.
Fu Changsheng was montarily stunned.
Evidently.
Upon reaching Foundation Establishnt, the system had also undergone changes, quantifying the cultivation progress directly.
After examining the other buttons, he unexpectedly found that the fourth button was illuminated.
Focusing his mind on it.
A stream of information entered his head, and soon the words [Training Room] appeared on the button.
According to the system’s description, by consuming Contribution Points, his main body could enter this room for cultivation.
The [Training Room] had no other peculiarities; only one — in it, three years of cultivation would pass while only one year elapsed outside.
It was akin to a ti accelerator:
"I wonder if the lifespan consud inside is also threefold."
Moreover, there was no precise indication of how many Contribution Points were needed for each entry; it all had to be explored and tested on his own.
He felt that presently, it wasn’t of much use to him.
After withdrawing his mind from the panel, he started to organize the issues regarding his upcoming cultivation.
After the breakthrough.
He could begin cultivating the Foundation Establishnt Chapter of the Cyan Emperor Longevity Technique.
During the Qi Refining Stage, this cultivation technique mainly relied on the Middle Dantian to refine Essence Qi.
In the Foundation Establishnt Chapter, however, the primary focus was on opening the Upper Dantian.
The True Essence needed to be transferred from the Middle Dantian to the Upper Dantian, requiring the clearing of dozens of acupoints.
These acupoints were located at critical points in the human body; even slight mistakes during cultivation could damage the cultivator’s Divine Soul. Hence, one had to be extrely cautious and could not rush the process.
However, once the Upper Dantian was opened, the benefits were exceptionally apparent.
Not only would there be a significant increase in Divine Sense, but there would also be certain miraculous enhancents ntally. Most importantly, it would make advancing to the next great realm sowhat easier.
Of course.
Having just broken through to the Foundation Establishnt Stage, it was still too early to speak about it.
Currently, his primary task was to refine his Lifebound Spiritual Artifact, and he could also begin practicing the Tier Two Low-Grade Technique, the Cyan Wood Ti Lock.
According to the cultivation technique Cyan Emperor Longevity Technique, once perfected, this technique allows the Cyan Wood Ti Lock to continuously draw power from the earth, condensing it without dispersal. Enemies trapped by the technique would be imprisoned in place for a long ti, making it a Tier Two technique used for detaining serious offenders.
All of this would have to wait until he left the ruins.
"It’s ti to exit seclusion."
He glanced at the hourglass placed beside him.
Without realizing it.
He had been in seclusion for over two months, with less than a month left before the ruins’ teleportation out.
He still needed to go to Spirit Sword Peak to refine and take away Sword Qi Mountain.
....
Outside the Spirit dicine Garden.
Molan and the fourth sister returned one after another.
After seeing the content on the note handed over by Xiaoqing, shock flashed in both their eyes, while the fourth sister was rather uneasy:
"Isn’t the Foundation Establishnt Pill yet to be refined into a Spirit Pill? Why is the Patriarch now undergoing seclusion to break through to Foundation Establishnt?!"
Without the assistance of Foundation Establishnt Spiritual Objects.
If... if sothing were to happen to the Patriarch.
Then at the very mont when this towering tree of the Fu Family collapses, it’s feared that mbers of the Fu clan would beco panicked.
The fourth sister paced back and forth, growing increasingly anxious as ti passed:
"Sister Molan, the Patriarch has been in seclusion for nearly three months, surely... surely, he has succeeded in Foundation Establishnt by now, right?"
She had heard many stories about Qi cultivators forcibly attempting Foundation Establishnt and ending up dead; even the best situation left them with broken veins, requiring a lengthy recovery to repair.
Unlike the fourth sister’s restless anxiety.
Fu Molan at this mont was focused on crafting a puppet.
The Patriarch does nothing without preparation; choosing to attempt Foundation Establishnt within the ruins now obviously ans he has made thorough preparations.
Others might waver.
But regarding the Patriarch.
She had complete confidence that he could successfully achieve Foundation Establishnt.
The fourth sister, Fu Changli, seeing Molan unmoved despite her speech, secretly admired her composure.
At that mont.
Waves of ripples surged from the long-sealed array of the Spirit dicine Garden.
"Sister Molan, the Patriarch is coming out!"
Fu Changli exclaid in surprise, so nervous that her heart was about to leap out of her throat.
Fu Molan cast the final technique onto the puppet with a buzzing sound, and with a flash of Witch Light, a green-ard monkey puppet was instantly forged.
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