Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

"housekeeper."

The butler approaches.

Xilun's voice was calm and firm.

"Prepare some incense for me, right in the bedroom. Then keep everyone else away, don't let anyone near."

The butler nodded slightly.

"There are a few sticks of incense stored in the storeroom, which will come in handy now."

He turned and left, his footsteps fading into the distance in the corridor.

Xilun soaked for a while longer.

The effects of the medicinal bath gradually became apparent. Under the combined effects of the Golden Tortoise Cicada's Molting talent and the Thunderous Breathing Technique, the broken ribs began to heal rapidly, and the knife wound on the abdomen had stopped bleeding and scabbed over.

He felt that his body had finally returned to a state where he could move around.

Although it's still far from a perfect recovery.

But I can't worry about that now.

time does not wait.

Grossa needs three or four days to recover, and I must complete the breakthrough within those three or four days.

We need to race against time.

Xilun got up from the medicinal bath tub.

Water droplets slid off his skin, and a thin scab had formed on the wound.

He dried himself off, changed into clean clothes, and went to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, incense had already been lit.

Three sticks of incense were placed in a bronze incense burner, and wisps of blue smoke rose up, swirling and lingering in the dimly lit room, spreading an extremely elegant fragrance.

Its aroma was different from that of ordinary incense.

It possesses an inexplicable calming power, like an invisible hand gently pressing down all the distractions and restlessness in the room.

My breathing slowed down, and my heartbeat became steady.

Even the sound of the wind outside the window and the chirping of insects in the distance seemed to be shut out by a thin veil.

Xilun went into the bedroom and closed the door.

He sat down cross-legged in the center of the room.

The floor was cold, but he didn't pay attention.

He closed his eyes.

First, practice the Great Thunder Breathing Method.

Thunderous sounds echoed deep within his chest, each breath accompanied by a low, resonant hum.

The internal organs slowly repaired their remaining hidden injuries under the vibration of the thunderous sound, and the stagnant blood in the meridians was pushed out of the body.

Then comes the Great Ocean Whale Guidance Technique.

The immense Qi and blood of the fifth level of Great Perfection circulated slowly in the dantian, like a sleeping giant whale breathing in the deep sea, each contraction and expansion bringing with it surging undercurrents.

Two completely different breathing techniques were operating simultaneously within his body.

One inside, one outside; one defending, one attacking.

One sorts out the internal landscape, the other plunders external forces.

The two forces coexisted within his body, like two rivers flowing in different directions, each surging in the same riverbed without interfering with the other, yet forming a wondrous resonance.

This is a method of dual cultivation that Xilun comprehended in the main hall of Puji Temple.

Throughout history, perhaps few people have done this.

At least to the best of his knowledge, no.

The calming power of the incense gradually seeped into the depths of his spirit.

Distractions were peeled away layer by layer.

The tension of battle, the threat of Grossa, the situation of the Bonecrushers, future plans...

All thoughts were like fallen leaves scattered by the wind, disappearing at the edge of consciousness.

Until his mind became like a mirror.

Empty and spotless.

Xilun opened his eyes.

His gaze was clear and serene.

He reached out and opened the bedside table.

There was a brocade box in the cabinet.

The brocade box was very small, about the size of the palm of your hand, and was wrapped in a layer of sealed wax paper.

Xilun tore open the wax paper and opened the brocade box.

There was a glass medicine bottle lying inside.

The bottle is transparent, and you can clearly see the liquid inside. It is a slightly luminous, pale golden, viscous liquid.

Newborn medicine.

Xilun took out the medicine bottle and held it in his hand.

The bottle is cool to the touch.

He stared at the liquid in the bottle for a long time.

He obtained this bottle of potion through the Brotherhood at great expense.

Strategic resources strictly controlled by the government.

The annual production is extremely limited, with the vast majority ending up in the hands of the military and noble families.

It was almost impossible for it to fall into the hands of a commoner like him.

But he did it.

This is his trump card, and also the final piece of the puzzle for his advancement to the second tier.

Xilun pulled out the cork.

A faint medicinal fragrance wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of spiritual herbs, creating a peculiar atmosphere in the room.

He took a deep breath.

Then slowly put the medicine into your mouth.

The liquid glides across the tongue, warm and mellow, with an indescribable sweetness.

Then it slowly slides down the throat into the stomach.

The moment it entered his stomach, Xilun shuddered.

A warm force began to spread from the stomach, extending along the meridians to the limbs and bones.

It felt like someone had lit a fire inside his body.

Not a scorching, painful fire.

It is a warm, nourishing, and vibrant fire.

Xilun immediately activated his cultivation technique.

The Giant Whale Guiding Technique and the Great Thunder Breathing Technique were simultaneously activated at full power, guiding the potion's power to every corner of the body.

He began to feel himself.

The energy is expanding.

Slow, continuous, and irreversible expansion.

It's like a balloon being blown up continuously.

But when it expands to a certain critical point...

He touched something.

An invisible, solid, iron-wall-like... boundary.

shackles.

Those are shackles etched deep into the essence of life.

It locks up the body's potential, seals off the upper limit of qi and blood, and fixes the physical body's limits within the first-order framework.

A first-order extraordinary being can touch this shackle, but the vast majority of people cannot break it in their entire lives.

Those who can break through are second-order Rippers.

Tearing apart the old body, giving birth to new life.

This is the meaning of "tearing apart".

Xilun's consciousness sank to the deepest part of his body.

He could feel the presence of the shackles.

It was an abstract, metaphysical perception.

It's not what the eyes see, nor what the fingers touch, but some kind of instinct deep within the soul.

The shackles were very strong.

But the power of the regeneration potion is eroding it.

One by one, the acupoints were cut open, like cracks spreading out on ice.

The energy surged and circulated within the acupoints, each flow carrying the power of the medicine to push against the edge of the shackles.

The shackles began to loosen.

A faint red glow began to appear on Xilun's skin.

The light seeped from the pores, hazy and indistinct, like the first ray of sunlight in the morning.

Under the crimson glow, her skin became translucent, as if illuminated from within by some force.

The rising crimson light grew increasingly intense, bathing the entire room in a warm red hue.

Xilun remained motionless.

Sit cross-legged with your back straight and your hands on your knees.

It resembles a sculpture.

He seemed to be deep in thought, contemplating the Dao.

His aura grew stronger and stronger.

The blood and qi that had already reached the peak of the first-order extreme realm began to climb to a higher level under the catalysis of the regeneration potion.

He was trapped in some kind of cage.

But the power within him was constantly expanding.

The walls of the cage trembled and loosened, the cracks widened, as if they would be completely torn apart at any moment.

But it's not that simple.

The cage is rebelling.

Every expansion is met with an equal degree of suppression.

The two forces remained locked in a stalemate.

It's like a tug-of-war.

One step forward, one step back; one opening, one closing.

Xilun's body was under tremendous pressure during this stalemate.

His bones were cracking, his muscles were tense, his blood vessels were bulging, and bulging blue veins were faintly visible under his skin.

But his expression remained calm.

A calm that is as if one is unaware or oblivious.

His mind and body had entered a state of ethereal tranquility.

No distractions, no fear, no anxiety.

Only pure, focused, and unwavering willpower.

This young man's tenacity is particularly admirable when he gets serious.

……

The clock is ticking.

The first stick of incense burned out.

Then comes the second one.

The third one.

The smoke in the room gradually thinned, but Xilun no longer needed any external assistance.

His spiritual world is completely self-sufficient and undisturbed by any external factors.

The physical body is absorbing the effects of the regeneration potion.

Guided by breathing techniques, the medicinal power flows methodically through every meridian, every acupoint, every muscle, and every bone.

The energy is being reorganized.

It is no longer the domineering, crude, and outward-directed way of circulating energy that was used in the first stage.

Instead, it began to converge inward, condense, and compress.

Evolving towards a higher level.

During this process, Siron's body emitted a strange glow.

First came the crimson glow.

Then the crimson glow gradually transformed into a transparent, glass-like color.

His skin became translucent, and under the light, one could vaguely see the surging blood and pulsating muscles beneath.

Amber color.

During his time in the turbulent river, he had initially developed the rudiments of a glass-like body.

At this moment, catalyzed by the regeneration potion, the unfinished transformation is being pushed towards perfection.

boom!

A dull thud came from inside Xilun's body.

Within the flesh and blood, a powerful life force suddenly surged, as if something was being conceived.

It's brewing.

It is about to hatch.

High above, it seemed as if some invisible force was drawing him down through his body.

That's not ordinary qi, blood, or strength.

That's something more essential, more fundamental.

A certain law that comes from the universe and from life itself.

Smaller structures within Siron's body began to change.

If he could look inward at this moment, he would see the genetic chains within his body being reorganized.

The double helix structure, combined with the medicinal properties and the cultivation technique, is like a precise key inserted into a genetic lock.

哢哒.

The first genetic lock has been unlocked.

哢哒.

The second one.

哢哒.

The third one.

Xilun's genetic lineage is much more complex than that of ordinary people.

This is related to the foreign bloodline in his body.

The bloodline talent of the Earth Blood Bat Dragon, the repair factor of the Golden Tortoise Cicada's Molt, and the perception expansion of Far Listening.

These talents, which he plundered from hunting, have long been deeply ingrained in his genes.

They independently constitute gene chains and operate in the body in some incomprehensible way.

Xilun had a vague premonition that this genetic chain might not be able to increase indefinitely.

His breakthrough process was more complicated than that of ordinary people.

More genetic locks need to be unlocked.

More structures need to be reorganized.

More conflicts need to be resolved.

In the mysterious state of breakthrough, human genes and alien genes, two forces that should be mutually exclusive, have achieved a strange balance under the catalysis of the regeneration drug.

Everything was in perfect order.

The complex process is completed within the human body, as if it were a pre-defined program, running precisely and orderly.

Runes.

Texture.

The profound meaning.

A deep-seated secret unfolds within Xilun's body.

That is the secret of the "Ripper": only by tearing apart the old body can one be reborn.

Xilun fully grasped the meaning of this realm.

His body is entering a state of rebirth.

The old skin is peeling off.

The old muscle is breaking down.

The old bones are being reforged.

And the new one.

Stronger, more resilient, and more perfect flesh and blood are growing on the old ruins.

In a daze.

Deep within Xilun's consciousness, the phantom of a giant whale appeared.

The whale was incredibly large, floating in a boundless, deep sea.

Its enormous mouth can shake rivers with every breath it takes.

Its ability to inhale and exhale can shake mountains and seas.

This is the highest level of artistic conception of the Great Ocean Whale Guiding Technique.

As the methods of practice change, the physical body also evolves.

The next moment, the Great Thunder Breathing Technique also began to operate on its own.

It wasn't initiated by Xilun.

Instead, it operates on its own.

The two breathing techniques reached a critical point of resonance within his body and began to work together spontaneously.

The whale's swallowing and spitting out, and the reverberation of thunder.

External training and internal cultivation.

Plunder and sorting.

Two completely different forces merged perfectly at this moment.

The Great Thunder Breathing Technique is an ancient art.

It has a long history and is almost perfect.

It has a very good effect on refining the inner world of flesh and blood.

The surging essence and blood seemed to thunder, melting every remaining rune and pattern within the body.

Lei Yin channeled a certain power, as if shrouded in smoke, thoroughly tempering the body from the inside out and from the surface to the core.

To seize the wonders of the outside world.

Nourishes the flesh and blood.

This process of seizing the wonders of nature continues.

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

The moonlight seeped in through the gaps in the curtains, moving from the west to the east.

Then the moonlight disappeared.

The sky began to lighten.

The first rays of dawn appeared in the eastern sky.

All the power in the potion.

After a whole night of digestion and absorption.

Finally, it completely merged into his body.

哢哒.

A crisp sound.

Then comes the second tone.

Third tone.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

A series of sounds emanated from his body, like dominoes falling one by one.

Some bottlenecks have been broken, and some constraints have been torn apart.

All acupoints are open.

It contains immense power, like a reservoir with its floodgates opened, with qi and blood surging through the newly formed meridian channels.

Xilun's body began to emanate a hazy divine light.

That radiance was different from the previous crimson and amber colors.

It was a more restrained, deeper, precious light that seemed to emanate from the very depths of one's bones.

When you look inward, you see a precious light flowing throughout your body.

From head to toe, from skin to internal organs, from bones to bone marrow.

Every cell underwent a transformation under the nourishment of this precious light.

It was as if his entire body was being refined into one piece.

treasure!

extraordinary!

It's as if Xilun itself is extraordinary.

His fists and feet seemed to possess some kind of great power.

The strength is no longer the rough and scattered state it was in at the first level.

Rather, it is a concise, profound, and extremely restrained existence.

With a flick of the finger, considerable damage can be caused.

It is no longer the kind of power that requires full effort to barely catch up to the second-tier threshold.

Rather, it is a natural, self-evident force belonging to the tearers.