Battle Through the Heavens: Transmigrating into Douluo Continent, Forging an Emperor with Gods!

Three months later, on the back mountain of the Xiao family.

This period was short, even brief.

Even after three months of diligent training, and with his internal energy already overflowing, Xiao Yan still failed to break through to the Dou Zhe stage.

"This is a bit awkward. Practicing the technique ahead of time has actually caused me to get stuck?"

Xiao Yan felt distressed as he sensed the massive, almost bloated, Dou Qi within his body. As everyone knows, to break through to the Dou Zhe level, one must compress the dispersed Dou Qi within the body into a high-speed rotating Dou Qi vortex.

The greater the total amount of battle qi, the more difficult it is to compress. He spent so much time and only managed to get the battle qi to start slowly stirring. It was still far from being truly compressed into shape.

"No wonder so many people need to rely on 'Gathering Qi Powder' to help them break through. Without the help of pills, the success rate of relying solely on one's own soul perception to guide the Qi is not high. Moreover, my total amount of battle Qi is several times higher than that of most of my peers!"

It's as difficult as ascending to heaven.

"Can……"

Xiao Yan thought for a moment and realized that in the original novel, it only took Xiao Yan a short twelve months to break through to the Dou Zhe level for the first time, from the ninth level of Dou Qi to successfully condensing the Qi vortex.

This shows that the advantage of soul power is real. The stronger the soul perception, the higher the compression efficiency. One's own soul strength should not be weaker than Xiao Yan's.

"So the only problem is that there's too much of it, so it can't be stirred up."

The higher the level of the cultivation technique, the greater its capacity. He not only possesses a Xuan-rank cultivation technique, but also benefits from the replenishment provided by his soul bone. This level of difficulty...

"Forehead……"

"Then, I guess I'll have to resort to drugs!"

Xiao Yan sighed as if to give up, then pulled out a small jade bottle from behind his back and it appeared in his palm. As he poured it out, a pill with a bluish-green hue rolled into his hand, glowing brightly.

When he accepted the gift...

That means he truly has everything he needs!

The fourth-grade elixir, Qi-gathering powder.

It's likely that Xun'er learned about his stagnant cultivation from Ling Ying, since he had never deliberately concealed his condition.

A mere fourth-grade pill is only slightly better than what Big Rabbit and Little Rabbit eat daily, but for Xun'er, it's really nothing.

Moreover, she wouldn't allow herself to refuse.

Xun'er's actions are more like that after discovering someone else's secret, she deliberately reveals a little of her own secret as a way of interacting and getting closer.

This is a perfectly natural interaction within this age group.

But if you look closely, it's clearly—

Fragrant and soft soft rice!

"But eat!"

"He's just a kept man!"

Xiao Yan stared intently at the pill in his palm, his gaze burning. Otherwise, if he were to stir it himself, it would take forever, and by the time Xiao Yan succeeded, he might not even succeed.

Take a deep breath and then slowly exhale to adjust your state.

Without further hesitation, Xiao Yan put the pill in his mouth, and the effects of the tens of thousands of gold coins began to dissolve in his body.

Instead, a surge of soul power gradually rose within his body!

The immense fighting spirit swirled and churned under the impetus of the medicine!

"Um--!"

Xiao Yan frowned deeply and groaned. The violent vibration of his fighting spirit brought a feeling of pressure to his skin and meridians throughout his body, and even a tearing pain.

But those minor damages are also repaired instantly by the gentle green life energy.

The soul bone is continuously exerting its effects.

Tear, repair, tear again, repair again...

With each cycle, the resilience and width of the meridians subtly expand, and the boundless vitality brought by the soul bone forms a delicate dynamic balance with the impact of the battle qi!

It prevents the impact from completely destroying the meridians, while repairing the damage as quickly as possible, forcing the meridians to rapidly strengthen through constant destruction and regeneration! Adapt!

"Compress! Compress! Compress!"

Once his body had adapted and his meridians were no longer as fragile as they had been initially, Xiao Yan immediately calmed his mind and began to guide the surging battle qi. Only by condensing and compressing the gaseous battle qi could it be transformed into a vortex!

Only then can one truly become a fighter!

This process allows no room for error; the slightest imbalance will result in the loss of all previous efforts and a fall back to the eighth stage of the Fighting Qi realm.

In severe cases, it can damage the meridians and leave hidden dangers.

However, Xiao Yan's body also faintly emitted a green light.

The pure and powerful green life energy brought by the soul bone gave him a margin of error far exceeding that of ordinary people!

With a fault tolerance rate as high as 99%, there can only be one outcome!

"Get it done!!"

Xiao Yan silently shouted in his heart, focusing all his attention on controlling the fighting energy. Under the dual effects of the medicinal power and the power of his soul, the massive energy ball began to rotate slowly but steadily.

At first, it was just a barely perceptible disturbance, but gradually, the speed increased, and the fighting energy at the edge was squeezed towards the center, constantly colliding and merging!

It was only for a moment!

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Xiao Yan's forehead, which were then turned into white mist by the heat rising from his body.

He was enveloped in a faint green halo, an outward manifestation of the intertwining of fighting spirit and life energy.

I don't know how much time passed.

It was as if some kind of barrier had been suddenly breached!

At the center of his dantian, the massive, bloated ball of fighting energy suddenly collapsed inward! All the scattered power was pulled into the core by an invisible suction force, spinning at high speed!

A solid, steadily spinning vortex of fighting energy has finally taken shape!

The fighter wins!

The moment the cyclone formed, Xiao Yan felt a jolt throughout his body, as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted from his limbs.

More refined and condensed battle qi surged forth from the vortex, flowing through the widened and resilient meridians throughout the body, bringing an unprecedented sense of fullness and power.

He slowly opened his eyes, a fleeting golden glint flashing in them.

"call……"

Xiao Yan let out a long breath, stood up and stretched his limbs, feeling the completely different quality and circulation speed of the battle qi within his body. Finally, he couldn't help but smile.

"Finally... This gigolo experience was worth it!"

He looked down at his palm, and with a slight thought, a wisp of green battle qi flowed out freely, condensing without dissipating, and he could control it at will, although it had not yet reached the level of external release.

But, if you add a martial spirit!

With a thought, Xiao Yan exerted a little force with his feet, and instantly dozens of thick blue silver grass vines suddenly emerged from the ground around him. The vines were dark blue, but they were filled with strands of golden light!

Like a dragon using its tail to lash forward!

"boom--!"

Wherever the giant vine swept, trees crumbled and grasses flew, its power in no way inferior to a Yellow-Rank Battle Technique!

"An avatar? No! It's now a companion artifact!"

Xiao Yan clenched his fist tightly, but he had no intention of ending the night there.

He turned his head to look into the forest, where several giant trees, tightly entwined with blood-red vines as thick as a human head, undulated faintly.

"It absorbed my fighting spirit for three months..."

He licked his lips. "It's time to contribute to my father."

"Hiss—"

As if sensing his gaze and intention, a sharp sound of vines rubbing and tightening came from the forest, like a swarm of snakes awakening.