Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Xilun scanned the entire hall and found that everyone was sitting on the ground, their eyes fixed on the walls of the hall.

Among these people, Xilun saw many familiar faces.

For example, there's the Blackthorn Club's top genius, Cole, deep in thought with his eyes closed in the corner. Of course, there are also many more unfamiliar faces, but exuding an astonishing aura of power.

Their expressions varied at that moment.

Some frowned, some were deep in thought, and some even grabbed their hair and shook their heads impatiently.

Clearly, they were trying to decipher something recorded on the walls of the hall, but they were completely unable to understand it and were plunged into extreme confusion and pain.

Xilun raised his head and followed everyone's gaze to look at the walls around the hall.

On the towering wall that reached into the clouds, countless intricate characters were densely engraved, interspersed with many mysterious pictures in various poses.

Xilun took two steps forward, ready to get closer and see what was going on.

"Silon".

A gentle voice, tinged with surprise, came from the side.

Xilun turned to look and saw a young nobleman, dressed in a magnificent trench coat and exuding elegance, walking towards him.

Siren nodded slightly, a polite expression appearing on his usually stern face: "Raphael Colt."

Raphael walked over to Xiren, looked him up and down, and found that he was unharmed except for some torn clothes. He then smiled and said:

"I never expected that someone with your personality would actually join in this kind of fun."

I thought you'd just stay on the periphery. You've come in too.

Xilun casually replied, "I ran into some trouble outside and was delayed for a while, so I just followed the road and ended up here."

Upon hearing this, Raphael shook his head with some regret:

"Then you've come far too late. This mountain originally contained some extremely high-quality, extraordinary materials, and even several rare cultivation sites."

But when we came in a few days ago, the top group of people had already thoroughly searched us.

There's not even any soup left; it's too late.

Xilun remained completely unmoved, and didn't even feel that he had suffered any loss.

For him, the heavy water river at the bottom of the canyon was the perfect training ground for his Heavy Sea Whale Guiding Technique.

Other so-called cultivation sites on this mountain may not be as effective as the cleansing and marrow-refining effects of Chongshui.

He turned his head, his gaze sweeping across the hall once more, looking at the experts scratching their heads in frustration.

Raphael followed his gaze and began to explain:

"This great hall must have been the place where many extraordinary masters of ancient times passed on their skills and teachings."

The walls are covered with inscriptions of secret manuals. Unfortunately, the script here is too obscure and difficult to understand.

Raphael sighed and pointed to the Chinese characters on the wall, saying:

"This appears to be some kind of extremely ancient hieroglyphic script, which does not conform to the logical structure of modern occult runes at all, and there are no documents that can be translated and compared with it."

We've been sitting here for days, only able to make a rough guess at the flow of qi and blood from the scattered drawings around us.

"You can look at any wall," Raphael suggested sincerely. "Although these drawings are incomplete, they seem to depict some extremely profound methods."

If you are perceptive enough to glean even the slightest insight from it, then this journey to this wondrous realm will not have been in vain.

Xilun didn't speak. He walked to an empty wall and looked at the top inscription.

With just one glance, Xilun's heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough, these characters, which were regarded as celestial scripture by everyone, were clearly a vast Buddhist scripture written in traditional Chinese characters!

Although Xilun cannot write traditional Chinese characters, he has almost no difficulty reading them.

He subconsciously translated the words in his mind and combined them with the pictures of meridians flowing around him.

The moment the two met, Xilun froze on the spot.

A profound sense of clarity, like a sudden enlightenment, washed over my entire body.

While others were like blind men touching an elephant when looking at pictures, he was like someone who had directly received the most detailed instruction manual.

He felt as if he had understood the basic logic of this circulation of Qi and blood in an instant!

Seeing Xilun staring blankly, Raphael assumed he was also stumped by the mysterious book, so he shook his head helplessly and said:

"What a pity, it's just too obscure. I wonder which era it came from."

Xilun quickly concealed the shock and elation in his eyes.

He turned his head without making a sound, feigning a confused expression, and then his gaze subtly swept around the crowd.

Sure enough, the vast majority of people were sweating profusely, and only vaguely understood what they were seeing.

During the inspection, Xilun's gaze suddenly sharpened slightly.

On the other side of the main hall, he saw a middle-aged man exuding a cold and sinister aura.

Dean Schudalk!

A chilling killing intent surged within Xilun's heart.

Inside the bronze gate of the snowy mountain, it was this very man who witnessed himself draining his son dry. This was an irreconcilable feud.

However, Dean was facing away from him, staring intently at the wall, and clearly did not recognize Siren who had just entered the hall.

Moreover, Siren concealed his face at the time, so the other party may not have known what he looked like.

Xilun withdrew his murderous intent, silently sat down next to Raphael, and said in a calm tone, "Since we're here, I'll take a look too."

Raphael looked at the sky and said, "There's only a little over a day left before we're teleported out. In that short time, we won't be able to learn anything substantial."

It's estimated that once the wonder realm ends, the cardinal priests of the church will personally take over the exploration here.

Raphael stood up, dusted off his robe, and said:

"If you find it too stuffy here, you can go and take a look in the backyard."

I heard there is a legendary sacred tree there, which seems to hold some extremely special opportunity.

But so many people have gone there these past few days, and I haven't heard of anyone successfully obtaining anything. I'll go take another look around.

Xilun pursed his lips and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

After Rafi walked away, Xilun immediately stood up and began to quickly survey the vast training ground.

For him, the most priceless treasure was the secret teachings on the wall that only he could understand!

He scanned the walls intently.

"Fragments of the Heart Sutra...The Treatise on Marrow Cleansing Zen..."

Xilun frowned slightly. He quickly read through the text and found that most of the inscriptions in the center of the hall were basic scriptures for self-cultivation or profound Buddhist concepts.

This didn't significantly improve his immediate combat effectiveness, given his craving for extreme violence and killing skills.

"I hope there will be a method specifically for practical training," Xilun prayed silently, his steps never faltering.

He avoided crowds and searched only in secluded corners.

Suddenly, in a dark corner near the depths of the main hall, an extremely domineering passage on the wall instantly caught Xilun's attention.

The Great Thunder Breathing Method

Xilun was taken aback, his breathing suddenly becoming heavier. There was actually a special breathing technique?! And with such an imposing name.

He immediately strode toward that corner.

There were already five or six people sitting cross-legged here.

Xilun glanced at them; these people were wearing uniform dark red armor and their auras were connected, clearly indicating that they belonged to an extremely powerful family team.

However, these five or six people did not show much resistance or wariness towards Xilun's arrival.

After all, they had been staring at this wall for three or four days, and apart from their eyes getting sore, they had gained absolutely nothing.

They clearly didn't think that just any random passerby could figure out anything from these "scribbles".

Xilun sat cross-legged two meters behind them, his gaze greedily fixed on the wall.

He first skimmed through the scripture. The entire text contained only a little over eight hundred words, and the wording was very concise and refined.

Next, he began to look at the traditional Chinese characters together with the pictures next to them.

The images on the wall depict lightning striking, the shimmering light of human veins, and strange patterns on bones.

Although these pictures are vivid, they lack textual guidance, leaving a complete blank on how qi and blood circulate and exert their power.

Without a specific set of rules and guidelines, anyone who dares to forcibly follow them will immediately suffer a qi deviation and have their meridians severed.

Ironically, Xilun is the only person in this hall for hundreds of years who can understand the general principles!

Suppressing his excitement, Xilun carefully read the more than eight hundred words twice, not missing a single punctuation mark.

Then, his gaze swept over the notes at the bottom.

"This method is a foundational and advanced practice for disciples of this temple. Those with weak physiques should practice it with caution."

During cultivation, one must always maintain one's original mind, cultivate qi for one's own use, unify essence and vital energy, and attain emptiness and enlightenment.

Specializing in exterior shots of skin, flesh, tendons, and bones…

Xilun carefully read these words and phrases, memorizing them as if they were engraved in his mind.

After memorizing it completely, a very sharp thought suddenly arose in Xilun's mind.

What are the essential differences between this Great Thunder Breathing Technique, the Iron Wall Breathing Technique that I have been cultivating all along, and the Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique that I have just mastered?

He closed his eyes and kept comparing and contrasting in his mind.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes and finally discovered the astonishing difference!

Whether it was the Iron Wall technique he initially learned or the Giant Whale technique he later learned, in the final analysis, they were all a kind of "refining method".

This involves using a specific breathing rhythm to forcibly draw in free-floating energy from the outside, circulating it through the muscles and blood to strengthen the body. It's a form of plundering from the outside in.

However, this "Great Thunder Sound Breathing Method" is an extremely rare "inner vision method"!

It does not seek external resources, but rather focuses on controlling the body's existing energy to meticulously regulate each meridian and nourish the internal organs.

The scriptures say that when one cultivates to a deep level, the body will vibrate violently as if thunder were roaring from the heavens.

The bones and internal organs resonate at this special frequency, thus achieving tempering from the inside out.

Even more remarkably, it visualizes the cultivation of the human body in three stages: "eating," "digestion," and "excretion."

Through the vibration of thunder, impurities in the body are expelled like excrement, preserving the purest essence.

Xilun pondered deeply, a fanatical light flashing in his eyes.

Could these be two completely different directions in the cultivation system? One is to eat like crazy, and the other is to digest like crazy.

So, what if one could combine both of these methods simultaneously?

The thought of the potentially horrific chemical reaction made Celen's breathing heavy.

He planned not to rush into trying it, but to gradually replicate the Qi and blood circulation diagram in his mind.

But after going through the simulation several times, he still felt uneasy.

This internal visualization method is so subtle that even a slight error can lead to a huge mistake. He plans to quietly practice it now, trying to form muscle memory within his body to avoid forgetting it or making mistakes after he goes out.

Xilun composed himself and half-closed his eyes.

He began to follow the instructions of the Great Thunder Sound Breathing Method, performing a very special, short, and powerful breathing technique.

As his breathing changed, the qi and blood within his body began to shift away from the original violent trajectory of the giant sea whale.

He attempted to "refine essence into qi" within his body.

Only a dozen or so breaths had passed.

"Buzz—"

A faint, yet truly ancient, aura began to emerge in his dantian and circulate along his meridians!

As this thunderous aura passed by, it began to relentlessly hammer and refine Xilun's body.

In an instant, all of Xilun's joints began to crack incessantly, as if being struck by invisible hammers!

This sound was completely different from the crackling sound of ordinary martial artists stretching their muscles and bones; it was an extremely crisp and melodious sound.

It felt as if countless pieces of gold and stone were colliding violently inside my body!

"Ding ding... Clang!"

The crisp sound of metal clashing against metal echoed continuously within Xilun's body.

As the wisp of thunderous energy circulated through his meridians, Xilun experienced a wondrous sensation unlike anything he had ever felt before.

His body began to feel waves of indescribable tingling sensation, as if countless tiny electric currents were coursing through his muscle fibers.

A kind of extremely high-level pure energy is spreading from the heart like ripples across the limbs and bones.

His internal organs began to resonate with the thunderous sound.

The vibrations were very regular; each rise and fall felt like an invisible thunderbolt striking and tempering his fragile internal organs.

Under the subtle and profound baptism of thunder, Xilun suddenly felt a slight stinging pain on his body.

Following his large pores, a layer of grayish-black, viscous substance emitting a pungent, fishy odor was being forcibly expelled from his body.

Those are impurities hidden deep within the bone marrow and internal organs!

Xilun was greatly surprised. He had thought that after undergoing that terrifying heavy water cleansing and forming the prototype of the "glass body", his body would be pure and flawless, and there would be no more impurities.

But now, after only practicing the "Great Thunder Sound Breathing Method" once, it has forced out so much filth!

"It's hard to believe unless you've personally experienced and verified it," Xilun thought to himself in amazement.

It seems that these two completely different breathing systems, East and West, although they have many similarities in pursuing the ultimate goal of power, are quite different in their approach to developing the physical body.

A crazy plan instantly flashed into Xiren's mind:

Since the Great Thunder Sound Breathing Technique is so incredibly effective, perhaps I can take advantage of the fact that I haven't broken through to the second level and use this internal cultivation technique to retrain the four basic levels of skin, flesh, tendons, and bones from beginning to end!

The foundation has been solidified to an unprecedented and abnormal degree.