Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Xilun opened his eyes.

At this moment, the power of the Overturning Sea Technique was activated to its extreme under the tempering of thunder. The heart of the Thunder Dragon and all the major tendons in its body were fully awakened, and its flesh and blood were in an unprecedented state of thirst.

There has never been a better time to take the Blood Pill.

Without further hesitation, he put the blood pill into his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

boom!

Dark red light erupted from Xilun's body.

He seemed to be enveloped in a layer of raging crimson flames, while the eagle-shaped lightning spirit behind him suddenly spread its wings amidst the lightning.

The clouds above the main cliff pressed lower and lower.

Xilun sat cross-legged on the platform 350 feet high, letting his blood and lightning collide head-on within his body.

This time, however, he did not go down the mountain.

The moment the Blood Pill entered his mouth, Xilun felt as if he had swallowed a piece of red-hot iron.

At first, I only felt a burning sensation in my throat.

Immediately afterwards, the intense heat traveled down the esophagus and crashed into the stomach.

The blood pill, which had been unsealed by the nine bolts of lightning, melted rapidly, and the surging blood energy, like a burst dam, rushed along the blood vessels to the limbs and bones.

Flesh, fascia, bones, and even internal organs trembled violently under this force.

Xilun's exposed skin quickly turned red.

The veins bulged out, like dark red vines climbing all over his body.

The wound on his shoulder, inflicted by lightning, had just reopened when it began to heal rapidly under the nourishment of his blood energy, only to be torn apart again by new lightning.

damage.

repair.

Further destruction.

Back and forth.

Xilun sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his hands on his knees, his breathing steady and long.

The Thunder Dragon Heart emitted a deep rumble, suppressing the most ferocious bloodthirsty energy within the Blood Pill.

The cold, yin energy acts like a thin, icy film, covering the lungs and head to prevent the intense heat from burning the internal organs and affecting one's mental state.

As for the power of the Overturning Sea Technique, it transforms into surging currents that divide and disperse the medicinal power of the Blood Pill, then gradually send it deep into the flesh and blood.

The three forces worked together, but it was still not enough to refine the blood pill immediately.

This elixir absorbed the blood and energy of countless dead and sea beasts.

Even though the ban has been shattered by lightning, the lingering negative thoughts within it have not completely disappeared.

Whenever blood rushes into his mind, unfamiliar images flash before Xilun's eyes.

Burning cave.

A pirate whose body was bitten off by a fire python.

Mercenaries fighting amongst themselves in the gray mist.

There were also twisted, venomous faces reaching out to him through the blood-red flames.

"Give it back to me..."

"That's my blood..."

"You'll die here too..."

The Celestial Circulation Moon Memory Meditation Method.

Deep in his mind, Lund's moonlight shone quietly.

No matter how those faces screamed or tried to squeeze into his memory, Siren did not respond.

He simply repeated the Great Thunder Breathing Technique, using the vibration of his lungs to guide the sound of thunder into his body.

Boom!

The thunder in the sky gradually overlapped with the beating of my heart.

Bolts of lightning struck the surrounding rock walls, and the flying debris was repelled by the force emanating from Xilun's body before it could even get close.

The inner disciples below looked up at this scene and lingered for a long time.

"Is he really going to refine the elixir at 350 feet?"

"The lightning here intensifies every fifteen minutes, so even someone with a perfect physique wouldn't dare stay for long."

Two hours have passed.

Feld stood at the foot of the cliff, his injuries mostly healed, but his expression grew increasingly grave.

He had personally climbed 350 zhang (approximately 1250 meters) and knew better than anyone how terrifying that location was.

The 350-zhang height is not simply the result of being struck by lightning once.

The real difficulty lies in the ever-present aura of thunder that continuously seeps into the flesh and blood, causing restlessness and muscle spasms.

The longer one stays, the more severe the accumulated lightning-related injuries become.

But Xilun sat there, not only not exhausted, but the aura emanating from his body grew stronger and stronger.

Elena ignored the surrounding chatter.

She stood beside a black rock at the foot of the cliff, her eyes fixed on the figure above, shrouded in lightning.

Even as darkness fell again, Siron still did not open his eyes.

The next morning, a brief rain fell on the cliff.

Before the rainwater even touched Xilun, it was evaporated into white mist by the scorching blood vapor on his body.

His breathing could no longer be heard at all.

If it weren't for the extremely slow rise and fall of his chest, he would almost look like a charred stone statue sitting cross-legged in lightning.

Genna rushed over from the direction of the cave.

"Senior Sister Elena, Senior Brother Xilun hasn't come down yet?"

"no."

"Should we notify the teacher?"

"No need."

A deep voice came from behind.

Swain appeared at the bottom of the cliff at some unknown time.

He was still wearing that faded gray robe, carrying a mottled iron spear, his gaze piercing through hundreds of feet to land on Xilun.

Genna quickly bowed.

"teacher."

Elena also turned slightly to the side: "Elder Swain."

Swain stared at Xilen for a moment.

"Although his blood energy was violent, its circulation was not disordered. He used the lightning to refine the medicinal power and also used the medicinal power to repair the lightning damage, thus achieving a balance between the two."

Elena asked, "What if the balance is broken?"

"Either be struck by lightning and die, or lose control of your blood and become a mutant who only knows how to kill."

Gna turned pale.

Swain, however, remained calm.

"But the fact that he dared to sit there means he was confident."

Elena recalled Siren's composure in the face of danger and remained silent.

On the afternoon of the third day, Xilun finally opened his eyes.

A wisp of bluish-white lightning flashed from the depths of his pupils.

The dark red color on his skin had mostly faded, and the protruding veins had flattened out.

As he slowly exhaled, a white mist mixed with the smell of burning emerged from his mouth and nose, stretching several feet before gradually dissipating.

Deep within the panel, the experience gained from the long-stagnant Overturning Sea Technique had advanced significantly.

Only about 10% of the Blood Pill's power was absorbed.

The remaining 90% of the medicine's potency, like a heavy and scorching ocean, settled deep within the flesh and blood.

With his current physical strength, he can no longer forcibly refine it at Thunder Cliff.

If further stimulation from heavenly lightning is used, the balance is very likely to be broken.

Xilun stood up.

He hadn't moved for three days, yet his legs showed no signs of stiffness.

His feet sank into the charred rocks, and the muscles in his body stretched with each movement, producing a series of low, rumbling sounds.

He took the Cang Lei Spear from his waist, unfolded the shaft, and thrust it into the stone wall.

Using the gun to slow his fall, Celen plummeted rapidly down the cliff face.

boom!

He leaped from the last few feet and landed barefoot on the ground.

A ring of fine cracks spread out from underfoot.

The inner court disciples watching instinctively took a half step back.

Three days ago, Xilun's aura was sharp as a spear, and although his lightning energy was powerful, it could still be clearly sensed.

Now, his aura has become much more restrained.

But when he landed, everyone seemed to see a sea beast that had just emerged from the depths of thunderclouds.

Hidden within that unassuming body was an immense and chilling aura of blood and energy.

Swein walked up to him and placed two fingers on his wrist.

A moment later, Swain withdrew his hand.

"Only one-tenth of it has been refined."

"The remaining power lies buried in flesh and blood," Siren said.

"It will take at least six months."

"That's my opinion too."

"Then go into seclusion."

Swain turned and walked towards the cave. "Don't rush to reach the peak of physical strength. Let your flesh and blood absorb the medicinal power on their own. It's safer than forcibly pushing it."

Xiren put on his boots and followed behind.

Elena walked a few steps alongside him and asked in a low voice, "What about those lingering regrets?"

"Nine bolts of lightning shattered the restriction, and the remaining remnants of his spirit have been stripped away by the breath of the Styx River."

"It seems my judgment was correct."

"Um."

Elena waited a moment, but nothing came of it, so she couldn't help but turn to look at him.

"Just one, huh?"

"What else?"

"You should at least thank me for checking your blood pills."

Xilun thought about it seriously: "I'll treat you to a meal after we get out of customs."

Elena gave a soft hum.

"That's more like it."

Back in his cave, Xilun wasted no time.

After checking his body and confirming there were no hidden dangers, Svey went directly into the deepest meditation room, activated the formation, and officially went into seclusion.

The stone gate closed, shutting out the sounds of wind and thunder from the outside world.

The quiet room had no windows, only the fluorite inlaid in the four corners emitting a faint white light.

Xilun took off his shirt and sat cross-legged on the stone platform.

Several lightning marks that had not yet completely faded were distributed on his chest and arms, while the lightning dragon pattern on his heart was several times clearer than before.

call.

suck.

The Great Thunder Sound Breathing Technique was slowly activated.

With each breath, a trace of the medicinal power that has settled in the flesh and blood is awakened.

With each heartbeat, the Thunder Dragon Heart dispersed the medicinal power and sent it along the major tendons to the weakest part of the body.

The medicinal power of the Blood Pill is not concentrated in any one area.

It strengthens the skin, plumps the muscles, fortifies the tendons, nourishes the bones, and repairs the internal organs.

This is exactly what Xiren needs.

He had previously hunted a large number of sea beasts and obtained talents such as the Great Tendons Like Dragons and the Heart of Thunder Dragon. Some of his body structures far exceeded those of ordinary third-tier beings, but this also caused subtle inconsistencies.

If the tendons are too strong, the muscles will have to endure more strain.

The Thunder Dragon's Heart is so powerful that even ordinary blood vessels and internal organs will face greater pressure.

The power of the Blood Pill acts like an adhesive, gradually filling in the gaps.

Time passed day by day.

Xilun rarely leaves the quiet room.

Every seven days, Gna would deliver the prepared training food to his door. Every two weeks, Swain would enter the meditation room to check on his strength and physical changes.

In the first month, 30% of the Blood Pill's medicinal power was refined.

In the second month, Xilun's skin became increasingly tough, and ordinary blades could hardly cut through it without the aid of strength.

In the third month, the disharmony between the flesh and blood completely disappeared.

He no longer needed to actively control it; his breathing, heartbeat, and the movement of his tendons naturally formed a cycle. With each cycle of the internal energy, the lightning energy within his body received a slight warming and nourishing effect.

By the fourth month, 70% of the medicinal effects of the Blood Pill had been absorbed.

Xilun's bones began to emit a faint humming sound. They were not breaking, but rather becoming more compact under the influence of the medicine and the power of the Overturning Sea Technique.

By the end of the fifth month, his strength had reached its peak.

The third level of the Overturning Sea Technique is like a deep sea shrouded in a storm. No matter how much Xilun compresses it, the energy will quickly fill the body.

The bottleneck has truly emerged.

In the last month, Xilun stopped taking any medicine and stopped deliberately pursuing a faster cultivation speed.

He only does three things every day.

The power to overturn the sea is activated.

Practice the Great Thunder Sound Breathing Method.

Practicing the Cang Lei spear technique.

He couldn't let the spearhead touch the walls of the quiet room, so he locked all his strength into the gun barrel.

As the spear thrust out, the lightning and water vapor did not dissipate at all, but flowed back along the tip of the spear.

This almost obsessive control made his marksmanship increasingly refined.

The last day of the sixth month.

A muffled rumble of thunder suddenly echoed from the quiet room.

Outside the cave, Bruno, who was chopping wood, paused.

The axe stopped in mid-air.

Swain, who was sitting at the stone table drinking tea, also raised his eyes and looked at the tightly closed stone door.

Genna ran over from the training ground and asked in a low voice, "Teacher, did Senior Brother Xilun succeed?"

Swain did not answer.

In the quiet room, the last trace of the Blood Pill's medicinal power within Xilun's body seeped into his bone marrow.

It was as if water was overflowing, or as if a bowstring stretched to its limit was finally released.

boom!

The power of the Overturning Sea Technique surges forth spontaneously.

At this moment, Xilun's skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and internal organs formed a complete cycle.

The powerful Qi and blood are no longer confined to a certain area, but are integrated and unified without any obvious flaws.

The third-order physique is perfected.

Xilun opened his eyes.

Two streaks of blue-white lightning flashed and disappeared from his eyes.

He slowly stood up, his black hair, which hadn't been cut for six months, draped over his shoulders. His body didn't look particularly muscular, but every muscle seemed to have been forged a thousand times.

As his chest heaved, a muffled rumble of thunder followed.

Xilun raised his right hand.

Blue-white lightning emerged from his fingertips, spread along his arm, and covered his entire body in the blink of an eye.

Unlike before the seclusion, these thunderbolts showed no signs of becoming violent or out of control.

They flowed tightly against the skin, as if they had become part of the flesh and blood.

What surprised Xilun even more was that after his physique reached perfection, his perception of the lightning in the outside world changed in some way.

Every collision of thunderclouds above Thunderclap Cliff, every birth and death of a stray arc of electricity, was vaguely reflected in his heart.

Deep within the flesh and blood, the eagle-shaped thunder spirit had become several times more solid than it had been six months ago.

It slowly unfolded its wings.

In an instant, the clouds outside the cave began to churn.

A streak of silvery lightning crossed the sky, illuminating the entire Thunderclap Cliff.

Xilun pushed open the stone door.

The long-awaited sunlight fell upon him.

Bruno and Genna stood by the training ground, and Elena arrived at some point.

All eyes fell on Xilun at the same time.

Elena stared at him for a long time before suddenly speaking, "The aura of lightning on you seems much stronger than before."

Xilun looked up at the towering main cliff that seemed to pierce the clouds.

Three hundred and fifty feet above, thunderclouds were slowly rotating.

Physical perfection is only the visible result.

The extent to which that eagle-shaped thunder spirit has transformed still needs to be verified by real lightning.

"I'll go to Minglei Cliff again."

Six months have passed, and the scenery of Thunderclap Cliff remains largely unchanged.

Dark clouds piled up above the cliffs year-round, resembling an overturned black sea.

A cold wind howled down the steep rock face, carrying dampness and the burnt smell of lightning strikes.

The area below the main cliff is much more lively than it was six months ago.

After the Linglong Pagoda reopened, the competition within the inner courtyard intensified. Many disciples came to Minglei Cliff to temper their physique and strength in order to improve their ranking.

When Xilun appeared, it quickly attracted attention.

"He's out of seclusion?"

"I hadn't seen him for six months, and I thought he was injured."

"The aura seems different."

"It's more than just different; he should have reached physical perfection."

Someone lowered their voice, their tone filled with barely concealed shock.

It's not uncommon for someone in their twenties to have reached the third stage of perfect physical fitness.

How long has Kesilon been in the Holy Light Monastery?

From killing Blue Sword Hogg to single-handedly breaking through the Quarry Village, then defeating Samuel in the Sea of ​​the Dead and breaking into the top fifty in the Linglong Tower, his speed of progress has made many people feel unreal.

Now, after only half a year of seclusion, he has already crossed the most important hurdle in the third stage of cultivation.

Bruno stood outside the crowd with his arms crossed, while Grena looked on expectantly.

Elena didn't get too close, but stood in a spot where she could clearly see the main cliff.

"Last time it was 350 zhang, how far can Senior Brother Xilun go this time?" Genna asked.

Bruno thought for a moment: "At least three hundred and eighty zhang."

"Only three hundred and eighty feet?"

"What do you think Thunderclap Cliff is?"

Bruno glared at him. "Above 350 zhang, the power of the lightning increases by every ten zhang. Many disciples in the inner academy who have perfected their physique can only reach 360 zhang after years of cultivation."

"But last time, Senior Brother Xilun had already climbed 350 zhang before his physique was even at its peak."

"That's why I said at least three hundred and eighty zhang."

As the two were talking, Xilun had already arrived at the bottom of the cliff.

He didn't climb immediately, but instead looked up and observed the clouds for a while.

After achieving physical perfection, everything in the outside world seemed to become clearer.

He could sense in advance the tiny eddies formed when the wind blew across the stone wall, the direction of lightning moving through the cracks in the rocks, and even the lightning that had not yet fallen from the depths of the clouds.

This perception does not come entirely from the mind.

It's more of a physical instinct.

The Thunder Dragon's Heart beat slowly, and the eagle-shaped Thunder Spirit within it developed a clear longing for the thunderclouds high above.

Xilun took off his boots and coiled the Thunder Spear around his waist.

Barefoot, I stepped onto the rock face.

He did not use the iron chains, nor did he use his protective energy to block the lightning. Just like half a year ago, he allowed his body to directly contact the cold, charred rocks.

The first electric arc drilled into the body along the sole of the foot.

The tingling sensation was fleeting.

The Thunder Dragon Heart didn't even need to be consciously activated; it automatically devoured the wisp of lightning, transforming it into gentle thunder energy.

Xilun began to rise.

One hundred zhang.

Two hundred feet.

He is faster than he was six months ago.

From below, the figure in black moved as if walking on flat ground on the steep cliff.

In places where one would normally need to carefully find a foothold, he would simply lightly touch the ground with his toes, and his body would glide upwards several feet using the fine moisture on the stone wall.

The Canglang Step is no longer limited to the water surface.

After achieving physical perfection, his control over his body and the external moisture reached a new level.

boom!

A bolt of lightning struck.

Xilun did not dodge.

A bolt of silvery lightning struck his shoulder, instantly spreading along his torso and illuminating the large, faintly visible veins beneath his skin.

His climbing speed did not slow down at all.

Two hundred and eighty feet.

Three hundred feet.

The two disciples who were cultivating on the 300-foot platform sensed the movement and opened their eyes.

"Not even stopping after three hundred feet?"

"It's Xilun."

"Didn't he just come out of seclusion?"

Three hundred and fifty feet!

Six months ago, the position that forced Feld to retire due to injury was overtaken by Silen.

The lightning in the clouds became noticeably more frequent.

The roaring sounds were almost continuous, and the entire cliff was trembling.

A bolt of silver lightning struck Xilun, shattering his sleeves and revealing his well-defined arms.

There was only a fleeting red mark on the skin's surface.