Imperial Cultivation

This power was too violent; before it, his body was fragile and vulnerable.

He lowered his head and saw that his feet were already cracked, as if they were about to turn into fragments and collapse.

Looking inward, he saw that his feet were indeed being torn apart by the violent power, ready to shatter at any moment.

He quickly changed his posture, formed hand seals again, and at the same time, he visualized the divine inscription, chanting it softly. Then, a golden net appeared in the void.

The golden net quickly condensed, enveloping his feet and immobilizing the violent power.

He slowly stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.

At least he could stop this violent power first before starting to heal.

He took a strange flower from his storage bracelet—a Calamity-Relief Flower.

He plopped down on the ice block next to him and took off his boots with his other hand, revealing his feet.

At this moment, his feet had almost lost all sensation, unable to feel the cold.

The golden net sealed the violent power and his feet at the same time.

The Calamity-Relief Flower was shaped like a chrysanthemum, with a pinkish hue. After crushing it, he dripped the juice onto his feet.

The light pink juice fell on his feet and immediately seeped into the skin.

The original cracks began to sprout pink flesh at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled.

This Calamity-Relief Flower didn't enhance cultivation, but it was a miraculous medicine for healing.

Especially for skin and flesh wounds; it had little effect on internal injuries.

After two Calamity-Relief Flowers, the cracks on his feet had disappeared.

He tried to look up and examine the thin, middle-aged statue in front of him.

The ten-meter-tall statue seemed very large when looking up.

But under the perception of his extrasensory insight, it didn't feel large at all; instead, it felt ethereal, as if it would ride the wind and leave this turbid world at any moment.

If he didn't have extrasensory perception and could only observe with his eyes, he wouldn't be able to see it so clearly.

After all, with a ten-meter-tall statue, many subtle movements and expressions are invisible.

Under the extrasensory insight, he imitated the posture exactly, with great precision, which instantly attracted the violent power to pour in.

It could be seen how powerful this strange posture was, but unfortunately, he didn't grasp the essence.

Was this similar to the body refining technique he practiced?

But it didn't seem like it.

Because the thin, middle-aged man in front of him didn't give off a sense of physical strength; instead, he was detached and aloof, as if he had merged with the heavens and earth.

A powerful physical body often clashes with the world, colliding with it.

This thin, middle-aged man shouldn't have a strong physical body to fight against the heavens and earth; instead, he merged with the heavens and earth.

He lowered his head and put on his boots. With a thought, his figure appeared on the second floor.

The surroundings were the same as when he first entered, empty except for the jade table in the middle.

He thought again, and the white jade door appeared again.

Stumbling, he stepped through, and before him was still the holy and flawless mountain peak, and the statue of the middle-aged man.

He thought again and withdrew from the mountain peak, appearing on the second floor.

At this moment, he understood that the divine inscription was connected to that mountain peak.

This mountain peak was likely like the Great Bright Peak, a small world, an incomplete small world.

It was a kind of inheritance, but unfortunately, he couldn't withstand the violent power at the moment.

Did he have to cultivate to a certain level before he could practice this technique?

He shook his head, feeling that it shouldn't be like this, that there should be other ways to eliminate this harm.

So he took another Yellow Essence Fruit.

After taking a Yellow Essence Fruit, he felt his legs and feet recover faster.

He perceived with his extrasensory insight that the violent power in his feet and legs was rapidly dissipating.

Like snow meeting boiling water, the violent power quickly melted away, annihilating completely in a moment.

Once the violent power disappeared, he withdrew the power of the Great Subduing Demon Seal.

The injuries on his feet were also rapidly recovering.

He seized the moment while his feet were recovering and began to perceive the entire thatched hut.

At this moment, when he looked at the four divine inscriptions downstairs, he didn't feel any danger.

These six divine inscriptions downstairs gathered the power from all directions, hiding this building.

The divine inscriptions were mysterious and couldn't be directly corresponded to his current language.

One divine inscription could sometimes correspond to hundreds or even thousands of characters.

And sometimes, one divine inscription couldn't correspond to his language at all; it could only be understood intuitively and couldn't be expressed in words.

The mystery of the divine inscriptions was that they could be combined, disassembled, and changed countless times.

A certain single divine inscription, combined with several other divine inscriptions, condensed into a new divine inscription, with no relation to the original divine inscription's meaning.

The more he studied, the more mysterious and infinite he felt. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to completely understand the divine inscriptions even in his whole life.

He could even create new divine inscriptions himself, deriving them endlessly.

… …

Time slowly passed, and he glanced at his feet, which had already recovered to about eighty percent.

He formed hand seals, bent his body slightly, and returned to the posture of the thin, middle-aged man.

At the same time, his mouth shape was also correct.

Suddenly, a strange power descended from the sky and landed on his feet.

It was like feathers brushing his feet.

He maintained the original posture, and a string of divine inscription sounds involuntarily came out of his mouth.

As the divine inscription was uttered, the feathers brushing his feet turned into fine needles.

Countless fine needles were piercing his feet, and invisible power surged from the earth, drilling into his Yongquan acupoints and pouring into his feet.

He felt like he was walking on a mountain of needles, both painful, numb, and itchy.

But he ignored this strange feeling, visualizing the posture of the thin, middle-aged man in his mind, keeping it unchanged.

Time slowly passed. He felt like he was living like years, but he desperately restrained the thought of giving up.

He kept perceiving, kept waiting, to see what would happen in the end.

He gradually became恍惚, as if he had transformed into the thin, middle-aged man, standing on the peak of Lingyuan, practicing the Lingyuan Body Cleansing Record.

He woke up leisurely, not knowing how long it had been, as if it was a moment, or as if it was several years, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Lingyuan Body Cleansing Record; the technique he was practicing was this technique.

This was a divine clan technique, and the name of the divine skill was well-deserved.

That thin, middle-aged man was a master of the divine clan, the master who created this technique in the first place.

The place where the mountain peak was located was Lingyuan.

The posture of the thin, middle-aged man was only the first form of the Lingyuan Body Cleansing Record.

There were a total of nine forms.

Corresponding to the nine peaks of Lingyuan.

Only after the first form was completed could he enter the second peak of Lingyuan and begin to practice the second form.

The Lingyuan Body Cleansing Record cleansed the body into a spiritual body.

This was different from the spiritual body that people imagined.

The bodies of the divine clan were originally the spiritual bodies that people imagined, with all meridians open, without any obstacles, so no matter what martial arts they practiced, they would learn it quickly, and they would master it proficiently as soon as they learned it.

And the spiritual body cultivated by the Lingyuan Body Cleansing Record surpassed all of this.

It could achieve the Celestial God pursued by the divine clans.

Chu Zhiyuan chewed on this Lingyuan Body Cleansing Record, pondering in his heart.

The power of Lingyuan was too overbearing and powerful for him to withstand.

Could it be that he couldn't practice this Lingyuan Body Cleansing Record?

The Celestials of Tianren Peak practiced this Lingyuan Body Cleansing Record.

The world ridiculed the Celestials for their wishful thinking, actually wanting to get closer to the divine clan through acquired cultivation.

In fact, they didn't know the existence of this Lingyuan Body Cleansing Record; otherwise, they would understand the Celestials.

He stepped out of this thatched hut, then out of the bamboo forest, and came to the top of the mountain, in front of a thatched hut.

This thatched hut was written with a divine inscription. He shook his head after reading it, and at the same time, he observed the other thatched huts and shook his head as well.

The divine inscriptions outside these thatched huts all marked illusion.

Meaning they were all illusions, all fake.

After entering, you would only have a beautiful dream, thinking that you had received instruction, but in fact, all the teachings were fake techniques.