Starting with the creation of the Immortal Clan through the compilation of the family genealogy.

Chapter 81. Twenty days later, the cultivation technique was completed!
"I'm fine... I just... I just underestimated this thing a little."

He didn't just underestimate it; he seriously underestimated the domineering power of the stone wall imprint.

That wasn't some cultivation technique or secret manual at all, but rather an ancient master of body refinement who imprinted his cultivation insights here in the most primitive and direct way.

The will contained within was so violent and unparalleled that it was something a mere Qi Refining cultivator like him could not easily withstand.

Just now, he forcibly received the information, and before he could process it, his soul and body almost collapsed.

"You brat, you're going too far!" Yun Songzi flashed behind him, placed a palm against his back, and a gentle and mellow righteous energy slowly flowed in, helping to regulate the raging blood and qi in his body.

Then Yun Songzi took out a calming pill from his storage bag and offered it to Meng Xihong's lips.

Meng Xihong felt a warmth in his heart and swallowed the pill.

With Yun Songzi's help and the effects of the elixir, the turbulent blood and qi in his body finally began to calm down.

"Thank you, senior." Meng Xihong exhaled a breath of stale air, his face still pale.

"Don't speak yet." Yun Songzi frowned. "I told you long ago that forcibly completing a cultivation technique is a major taboo, especially something left behind by an ancient powerful being! This isn't deduction; this is courting death!"

Meng Xihong gave a wry smile; he knew Yun Songzi was right.

Just now, he tried to use the deductive ability of [Literary Mind and Spirit] to forcibly piece together those messy fragments of imprints according to his own understanding, and then use the physique of [Martial Arts Root] to simulate its operation.

As a result, simulating just the simplest blood and qi transport route almost severed his meridians.

The bodies of those ancient body cultivators were practically forged from divine iron; their cultivation methods were tantamount to suicide for people today.

“It seems… this road is blocked.” Meng Xihong leaned against the stone wall and muttered to himself.

Is there really no other way?
He was not reconciled.

His son, Meng Yan'an, was still waiting for him; the future of the entire Meng family rested on this yet-to-be-born cultivation technique.

Looking at his dejected appearance, and then at the stone wall covered with mysterious engravings, Yun Songzi pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "Xi Hong, you've fallen into the trap of conceptual obsession."

Meng Xihong raised his head and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Yun Songzi pointed at the stone wall and said, "You have been trying to 'piece together' these fragments into a complete and ready-made technique, like repairing a broken antique, hoping it can be restored to its original state. But have you ever considered that this stone wall itself might not be a collection of 'techniques,' but rather an exposition of 'Tao' by a great being?"

"The Dao?" Meng Xihong murmured.

“That’s right!” Yun Songzi’s eyes shone brightly. “You felt it just now too. It was a will to pursue the ultimate physical strength and pure power. That’s the essence, that’s the ‘principle’.”

The specific cultivation scenes and the pathways of qi and blood circulation are merely the techniques that embody this principle; they are the applications that the great being derived from his own circumstances.

“We don’t need to, and can’t, completely replicate his ‘techniques.’ But we can try to understand and capture the essence of ‘power’ contained within them.”

Forget the specific images, feel the essence of each inscription, then peel away the Daoist principles, and with your profound understanding of the modern cultivator's body and your powerful logical deduction abilities, reweave and reconstruct it. Create a brand new 'technique' that belongs to our era, suitable for Yan An, and suitable for all body cultivators.

A word to wake up the dreamer!

Meng Xihong's eyes suddenly lit up, and his previous confusion and despair vanished.

Yup!

What he had been doing all along was futile "repairing".

It's like a cultivator with shallow cultivation who, by chance, obtains a broken jade slip containing the supreme Dao. Instead of trying to understand the laws of heaven and earth and the true meaning of the Dao contained within, he only focuses on using his meager spiritual power to fill in the incomplete runes on the jade slip, attempting to restore it to its original state.

This is putting the cart before the horse!

The Great Dao is missing, and its true meaning has scattered. Forcibly mending it will only result in a lifeless object that has only the form but has lost its spirit. It is completely incapable of bearing the Great Dao and will collapse completely with the slightest external force.

Yun Songzi's words were like the fog that cleared away for him, guiding him towards a true path to heaven. It wasn't about repairing, but about rebirth, a phoenix rising from the ashes!

There is no need to be bound by the original form and path of the fragments. Instead, we should extract the most fundamental and pure fragments of the Great Dao from all the broken scriptures and scattered Daoist rhymes.

Then, using these fragments of laws as the foundation and one's own supreme understanding of the path of body refinement as fuel, and integrating the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the wisdom of cultivation in this era, one can recast a brand new supreme method that shines with the unique brilliance of this era!

The former are mediocre people who follow the crowd and stick to the rules, while the latter are giants and masters who have found new paths and established their own schools of thought!

“I… understand.” Meng Xihong’s eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his confusion quickly faded.

He slowly stood up, his gaze once again falling on the stone wall inscribed with the ancient body-refining secrets.

This time, his gaze was completely different.

There is no longer the awe of worship, no longer the fear of insurmountable obstacles, but only a calm, creator-like scrutiny, like a master swordsmith examining a piece of divine iron ore waiting to be sculpted.

"The ancient sages contemplated the heavens and earth, proved the Dao with their own bodies, and created the supreme method of body refinement. This is the source of the Dao, and it is called the 'scripture'."

Meng Xihong's voice was calm, yet it carried a resolute determination and confidence, and law runes were faintly condensing and disappearing around his body.

"Then I, Meng Xihong, will today inherit the ancient Daoist principles and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. I will use my Daoist heart as a furnace and my will as a hammer to continue the glorious Daoist tradition of the human race with a body-refining 'scripture' that is suitable for the present world and that everyone can hope to achieve sainthood through physical means."

"Senior, thank you for your guidance," Meng Xihong said excitedly, his eyes regaining their sharpness and focus.

He stopped thinking about those grand and domineering images, and instead calmed his mind, probing the stone wall with his divine sense once again.

This time, he no longer tried to receive and understand those complete imprints, but patiently and meticulously peeled away and sifted out the purest "power and Dao" contained in each mark.

The process was still difficult and mentally taxing, but there was no longer any danger to life.

His literary talent and integrity gave him a photographic memory and extraordinary logical analysis ability. He categorized and marked the thousands of Daoist principles he captured in his mind, analyzing their characteristics one by one.

[Martial Arts Foundation] allows him to have a thorough understanding of his body. He can clearly perceive and deduce which Daoist rhythm has the greatest stimulation to the muscles, which has the best tempering effect on the bones, and which can most effectively promote the regeneration of Qi and blood. He can also think about how to achieve similar effects in a safe way.

"No, this blood and qi pathway is too aggressive; it will damage the meridians..."

"This power generation technique places too high demands on the core muscles and is not suitable for beginners..."

"The refinement of the soul must be synchronized with the tempering of the body, otherwise the foundation will be unstable..."

One is a deduction, the other is a verification.

The two talents, like a pair of the most precise gears, meshed perfectly together and began to operate at breakneck speed.

Time passes unconsciously.

Time passes day by day.

Meng Xihong sat in front of the stone wall for seventeen days and nights, his mind completely absorbed in it except for necessary meals.

His body was losing weight at a visible rate, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter, as bright as stars in the night.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, countless points of light representing the Dao of power are being rearranged and combined, gradually outlining a brand-new, systematic, and safe path of practice and cultivation system.

Until the morning of the twentieth day.

boom!
An aura as solid as a mountain and as domineering as thunder surged from his body, dispersing the surrounding spiritual mist.

"It's done!"

(End of this chapter)