Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

"The Ripper..."

The core of this realm lies in the word "new life".

In the Victorian era, many extraordinary scholars believed that as long as one could survive two baptisms and successfully ascend to become a Ripper, one would, in a sense, transcend the realm of mortals and become a completely new human species.

They not only possess overwhelming power, but their average lifespan can also be significantly extended to around 130 years.

This long lifespan is exactly what the high-ranking officials and nobles of the empire desperately desire, even at the cost of their lives.

Within Xilun's body, the life factors that had been absorbed transformed into specks of spiritual light, continuously condensing between his crimson flesh and blood.

Many complex interior scenes naturally came to mind.

Strength is like a pair of invisible hands, precisely guiding and shaping deep within the flesh and blood.

This is like sowing seeds full of infinite possibilities in fertile soil, waiting for the spring breeze and rain to bring forth a vibrant life and a flourishing of all things.

At the same time, his spirit became increasingly vibrant under the nourishment of this vitality.

My forehead swells, my heart is filled with endless thoughts.

If someone could see through his body at this moment, they would be shocked to discover that beneath his dark golden skin, his flesh and blood were beginning to become crystal clear, as if wrapped in a layer of pure and flawless glass.

The waters hidden behind the giant rocks are very quiet.

From the evening of the first day until the morning of the second day, there was no movement at all underwater.

Around noon the next day, a group of young people dressed in aristocratic attire and looking hurried appeared on the once quiet banks of the Chongshui River.

They seemed to have found their way here by following the mist of the heavy water, and were overjoyed by the rich cultivation environment on the shore.

They quickly occupied several flat rocks on the shore and began to meditate with their eyes closed.

The group spent the entire day in this area and each of them made considerable gains.

However, on the morning of the third day, perhaps because of some more alluring disturbance coming from the depths of the canyon, or perhaps out of fear of the potentially dangerous environment, they hurriedly left after a brief discussion.

They were completely unaware that a terrifying humanoid beast was lurking behind a giant underwater rock just a dozen meters away from them.

Time slipped away quietly in this secluded environment.

Today marks the sixth day since we entered the Wonderland.

There is only one day left before everyone is forcibly kicked out of this snowy mountain wonderland by the rules.

Beneath the heavy water, Xilun's cross-legged body became indistinct.

His body was enveloped in a kind of sacred glow, and the water around him transformed into a strange phenomenon of rising clouds and mist.

His skin was glistening and shiny, like a perfect work of art.

As the sun rose outside, the first rays of golden light pierced through the thick fog of the canyon, filtering through the ripples of water and dappling Xilun's body, making him feel as if his body was set ablaze.

Every inch of his skin and every vein seemed to be imbued with some independent will to live, fervently celebrating this great rebirth.

Between the epidermis and the inner flesh, an extremely tough, metallic-looking fascia was completely solidified.

This fascia does not rigidly separate the epidermis from the flesh; instead, it forms a perfect transition layer.

It's like a high-end bulletproof vest growing inside the body, elevating Xilun's already terrifying resilience to an even more despair-inducing level.

From the inside out, and from the outside in.

His body exuded a sacred and transcendent aura, making him appear like an ancient deity who could not be looked at directly in the dark water.

This is the prototype of the "Glassy Body" that only appears when the physical body is cultivated to the highest level.

If Siron can find an opportunity to be baptized again and successfully ascend to become a Ripper, or even undergo a third or fourth baptism, his body will be further developed.

At that time, not only his flesh and blood will undergo a qualitative change, but even every bone in his body will be transformed into something as precious and extraordinary as the most valuable relics in the world, crystal clear and indestructible.

In ancient texts, those lone heroes who dared to venture out alone with their greatswords to hunt monsters in the wilderness during dark and turbulent times were called "Witchers."

Any demon hunter who dares to bear this title must possess the absolute power to independently resist hordes of demons and protect a village.

In this era redefined by steam and machinery, a Witcher of that caliber would be assessed as at least a terrifying being who has undergone the Fourth Baptism.

Meanwhile, Xilun is advancing towards that mythical realm at a speed far exceeding common sense.

The silence underwater was broken by an extremely faint hum.

Xilun slowly opened his eyes.

The instant his eyelids opened, two beams of light, almost tangible, flashed across the dark water like cold lightning, forcing the water in front of him back by half an inch.

What surprised him even more was that in those few brief seconds of opening his eyes, his vision seemed to penetrate the barriers of matter, and he was able to clearly see the microscopic scenes inside his own body.

He watched as the thick, dark red blood, as viscous as mercury, gurgled through his wide veins, producing a subtle rumble like a rushing river.

He saw that enormous heart inside his chest cavity like a tireless steam engine, powerfully contracting and expanding, pumping out a massive amount of life force.

He saw that his internal organs were tightly wrapped and protected by layers of fascia that shimmered with a pale gold color, and the flesh and blood on the surface of the internal organs were crystal clear and without a trace of impurity.

He saw his skin on the outermost layer, its texture so tight it seemed cast from steel, indestructible.

However, this wonderful experience did not last long.

In just two or three breaths, the glint in his eyes vanished like the tide, his vision returned to normal, and the magical feeling of introspection disappeared completely.

Xiren sat at the bottom of the water, tilting his head slightly, a hint of dazedness flashing in his eyes:

"How come I could suddenly see what was happening inside my body just now, but I can't anymore?"

He pondered for a moment, but unable to find a reasonable explanation, he shook his head and stopped worrying about this accidental phenomenon within the realm of mysticism.

He knew that the three-day underwater training had finally come to a successful conclusion.

Deep within his pupils, the familiar pale red data stream began to flash rapidly once more.

Xilun swept his thoughts across the room, a satisfied, cold smile curving his lips.

After three days and nights of arduous training, Chong Shuiyunhe pushed his "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique" to its peak, successfully advancing to the fifth level of perfection!

[Skill: Sea Whale Guidance (Tier 5)]

[The fifth level of guiding techniques has reached perfection; there is no further advancement.]

【Characteristics: The power of a giant whale, capable of moving rivers and waves, as powerful as a tsunami】

At this moment, his total strength and physical power have both reached the absolute limit of the baptized level.

Xiren slowly stood up from the bottom of the water. He simply clenched his right fist, and the surrounding water made a muffled popping sound.

Feeling the immense power in his palm that seemed capable of easily crushing rocks, Xilun's eyes revealed undisguised confidence.

Before this, when he had just broken through to the fourth level, he already possessed terrifying combat power enough to kill an ordinary Extreme Realm Extraordinary Person.

Now, his strength has undergone another earth-shattering qualitative change.

He was absolutely confident that even against those second-tier extraordinary individuals who had truly completed a second baptism and crossed the threshold of "Ripper," he might not be unable to exchange a few blows in a head-on confrontation, or even deliver a fatal blow if the opponent underestimated him.

As for extraordinary individuals like Li Desak, who are suppressed by the field and can only exert first-order power.

If he were to fight the other party again, Xilun was certain that he would not need to use any schemes or trump cards. With just his monstrous pure physical body, he could suppress the opponent on the spot and crush him into mincemeat in the most savage way within ten moves!

Thinking of this, Xilun felt a strange sense of annoyance.

When he was preparing to enter the Snow Mountain Wonderland in the Southern District, his fifth level of the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique" was only at the beginning stage.

According to his extremely conservative calculations, even with a lot of resources, it would still take several months or even half a year to complete the process.

For this reason, when packing his bags, in order to avoid any accidents in the wonderland that could lead to unnecessary losses, he did not bring the extremely precious "Rebirth Potion" with him at all.

Looking back now, I really do regret it.

If he had brought that potion with him at the time, given his current perfect state of dual-realm cultivation, he could have taken it on the spot under the cover of heavy water and attempted to advance to the second-tier Ripper in one go.

Once he succeeds, he will have no more fear in this wonderland.

However, Xiren was always an extremely rational person, and the feeling of regret only lingered in his mind for half a second before he ruthlessly cut it off.

He didn't really think it was a wrong decision.

After all, this strange realm is fraught with danger at every turn, and the battles are extremely fierce. If you were to carry the potion bottle with you and accidentally damage it during a life-or-death struggle with a second-tier expert, you would truly regret it.

After all, the "Rebirth Potion" is a strategic resource strictly controlled by the government. Losing this bottle, he really doesn't know when he will be able to get a second one, or what terrible price he will have to pay.

He slowly exhaled the last breath from his lungs and then kicked off the rocks at the bottom of the water with both legs.

With a loud crash of breaking water, Xilun's figure, like a black cannonball, instantly tore through the heavy water's heavy blockade and leaped out of the water.

He nimbly traced an arc in mid-air before landing steadily on the gray stone platform on the shore.

Not a single drop of water lingered on his black trench coat; his powerful qi and blood instantly dried the garment.

Coincidentally, at that moment, a new group of three or four people arrived on the flat stone platform.

They were sitting cross-legged, quietly absorbing the moisture from the shore to cultivate themselves.

The sudden explosion on the water startled everyone. One of the young extraordinary beings opened his eyes abruptly and witnessed the terrifying sight of Xiren bursting out of the deep, heavy water, which resembled a death zone, and stepping onto the shore.

He stared intently at Xilun's broad back, which exuded an extremely dangerous aura, frozen in place, as if he had been frozen in place.

Xilun completely ignored them and walked straight into the thick fog ahead, disappearing from sight completely.

The young man gasped sharply, his face contorted with extreme terror, as if he had seen a ghost.

"What's wrong? Why are you so startled? Don't disturb everyone's cultivation."

A companion next to him frowned and muttered a complaint in a low voice.

The young man turned his head stiffly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He opened his mouth, his voice trembling, but he didn't know what words to use to describe what he had just witnessed.

"That...that person just now, he jumped out from the bottom of the heavy water river...Could it be that there really are monsters that can cultivate underwater in that kind of heavy water?"

"Are you crazy? Didn't you just test the weight of this water?"

Even a piece of iron would bend if you threw it in; how could a person possibly survive down there? You must be hallucinating from your cultivation. Quickly close your eyes and regulate your breathing!

His companion scoffed, not believing it at all.

Meanwhile, Xilun, who had already gone far away, did not take this little incident to heart.

He walked alone on the gravel road shrouded in thick fog, his steps steady and powerful, his mind already systematically pondering the path ahead.

"I have now successfully advanced to the fifth level, and have reached the true end of the path to the first level."

The "Great Ocean Whale Guidance Technique" has been perfected. To break through to the second tier, besides needing rejuvenating potions, I must also start considering more profound and complex matters.

Xilun's eyes appeared exceptionally deep in the mist.

As his cultivation level increases, the first-tier techniques will no longer be able to meet his future needs for absorbing and circulating energy.

He needs a new breathing technique that can support the massive blood and energy of a second-tier Ripper.

This kind of advanced knowledge is not something that even a deeply entrenched Brotherhood can easily offer.

We also need to ask the teacher, but according to what was said before, there are only two or three breathing methods suitable for second-level extraordinary individuals, not as many as first-level breathing methods.

He gradually relaxed.

Now, he asked himself honestly, with his tempered and refined physical body and all sorts of incredible and unusual talents, he was definitely no weaker than anyone else in the first rank.

Even when facing those second-tier powerhouses, he has the confidence to escape unscathed or even turn the tables.

With this strength as a backing, he felt more relaxed.

"Once we get out, we might really be able to consider making substantive contact with the Tusol family."

He would not become anyone's vassal, but he now had enough leverage to test and inquire whether the other party was willing to provide him with "equal assistance".

The treasure trove of a great nobleman must contain the second-tier breathing technique he desperately needs, as well as even more ruthless high-level combat techniques.

If the negotiations go smoothly, he could even ask them to tailor-make a suitable weapon for him.

When weapons were mentioned, Xilun casually pulled out a large, exaggerated, silver-bladed sword with a chilling luster from behind his back.

This was the high-level weapon he had seized after killing Li Desak.

When he first got his hands on the knife, Xiren was actually a little wary.

For the Silver Hand, a long-established power within the Empire, to directly wield this sword is tantamount to holding a torch in the dark and announcing to the Silver Hand that they are the murderer.

But Xilun had his own method. During the three days he spent cultivating in the heavy water river, he did not carry the silver knife with him. Instead, he threw this priceless weapon directly into the center of the deepest part of the river, where the water pressure was the most terrifying.

Using the crushing pressure of heavy water, coupled with the relentless scouring day and night, this once exquisite silver knife has long been pitted and broken.

Any family crests or possible mystical tracking methods on the blade were completely obliterated and destroyed under this absolute violence.

Xilun was neither skilled at nor intended to use sword-type weapons.

What he valued was simply the high-grade materials used to forge the knife.

He planned to find a top-notch forging scholar after leaving the Wonderland to remelt the pile of broken silver blocks and extract the most precious "sunken silver" to reforge and upgrade his heavy alloy spear disguised as a black umbrella.