Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Xilun opened his eyes and looked at the black crystal that had lost its power.

He got it.

This mass of water was originally part of the seal.

Taking it yourself is like removing a key link from a chain of nine.

Although that power was enough to bring about a qualitative change in the Overturning Sea Technique, it would also further loosen the seal.

"As expected, nothing comes for free."

Xilun had no regrets.

If he doesn't take it, this mass of water will eventually be swallowed up by the entity within the crack.

By then, the seal will only collapse even faster.

Now, he can at least take this power with him and make it part of his own foundation.

As for the seal...

Xilun's gaze fell on the sacrificial plaque.

With his strength, he simply didn't have the ability to repair such a massive seal.

The only thing we can do is leave as soon as possible and bring the information back to the Holy Light Monastery.

Just as he was about to get up, a voice that did not belong to the previous evil god's whisper suddenly came from the depths of the sacrificial plate.

The voice was steady and calm, as if it came from beyond an endless storm.

"You have taken the Breath of the Storm."

Xilun paused.

The raging waters around us seemed to freeze at that moment.

The vibrations of the nine chains gradually ceased, and all the dissipated black water seemed to be smoothed out by some force, quietly floating in mid-air.

Xilun remained vigilant, holding the Thunder Spear horizontally in front of his chest.

"Who are you?"

There was no response.

After a moment, a blurry figure emerged from the darkness above the sacrificial altar.

That was a man.

He was draped in a tattered robe, his face obscured, but his eyes resembled two bolts of lightning pressing down on the horizon.

Countless storms swirled behind him, and waves, lightning, and dark clouds intertwined to create a vast, desolate landscape that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Xilun sensed an extremely ancient pressure emanating from that figure.

It wasn't the rotten, maddening malice of an evil god, but rather a violent and desolate force that swept across the heavens and earth.

"I've forgotten the name."

The man's voice echoed in the hollow.

"Long ago, people called me... the Lord of Storms."

Xilun's gaze narrowed slightly.

Lord of Storms.

The title alone caused a slight tremor in the Storm Bloodline within him.

""

The eagle-shaped thunder spirit, dormant deep within flesh and blood, seemed to have encountered some higher-level source, and faintly showed signs of flapping its wings.

Xilun forcefully suppressed this unusual movement and said coldly, "You're still alive?"

"Alive?"

The Lord of Storms seemed to find the word amusing.

The blurry figure looked down at its own palm.

The palm is gradually disappearing in the storm, like an old painting worn down by the passage of time.

"I only have one consciousness left."

"Or rather, an obsession that is unwilling to completely dissipate."

Xilun did not relax after the other party's answer. He looked around at the chains and asked, "Are you the master of this seal?"

"Not the master."

The Lord of Storms said, "I was just one of those who participated in sealing Him."

"Him?"

Xilun's heart skipped a beat.

"A six-armed, faceless deity?"

"That's just the name that later humans gave Him."

The Lord of Storms spoke calmly, yet it imbued the entire void with a sense of solemnity.

"His true name has lost its meaning. To this world, he is an immortal demon, a calamity that crawls out from the depths of the Chaos Sea, an invisible hunger that devours divinity, flesh, and soul."

Xilun looked down at his right arm.

"Then my right arm is part of Him."

"To be precise, it was a severed limb of His that was cut off."

The Lord of Storms' gaze fell upon Xilun, seemingly able to penetrate flesh and blood and see everything beneath the blood lock.

"Your current locking technique is crude, yet it has managed to suppress the severed limbs to this extent, which has exceeded my expectations. You have the Storm Blood of the Duke level flowing through your veins."

Xilun's eyes turned slightly cold.

"Do you know Duke Storm?"

"I know his great-great-grandfather."

The Lord of Storms said calmly, "In the distant past, the Storm Bloodline was once the king of the sea. Unfortunately, the later inheritors only learned to control the storms, but forgot that the storms themselves never submit to anyone."

These words were like a needle, piercing Xilun's heart.

He didn't show any emotion, only asking, "Why did you help me?"

"I'm not helping you."

The Lord of Storms answered quickly.

"I'm using you."

Xilun gripped the gun barrel tightly.

"Use me to suppress evil gods?"

"Use you to become someone who can devour Him."

The Lord of Storms looked at him, his voice still calm: "With your current strength, you are not yet capable of turning the tables. If you attempt to wield the power of the Eight-Armed Evil God, you will only be devoured by His will, corrupted by His will, and ultimately become the vessel for His return to the world."

"An eight-armed evil god?"

Siren recorded this name.

"Isn't He six-armed?"

"He has eight true divine arms."

The Lord of Storms said, "The six-armed faceless statue you saw is merely its outward manifestation in this world. The severed right arm is only one of them; the other two arms have long since sunk into the Chaos Sea and their whereabouts are unknown."

Xilun's expression grew increasingly grave.

A single severed limb had put him in mortal danger several times; if that evil god possessed all eight arms, its power would likely far exceed his imagination.

"So what should I do?"

He asked.

The Lord of Storms did not answer directly, but instead looked at the ancient water essence that was slowly merging within Xilun's body.

"Advanced to the fourth rank."

"To become a Witcher?"

"Witcher is just what humans call a fourth-tier monster."

The Lord of Storms said, "Only at the fourth rank will you truly come into contact with divine power. But at that time, you will not have a divine spark or a divine body. You can only merge your own strength with the path, open up your inner world, and condense the first strand of power that belongs to you."

"After the fourth stage of bone cultivation, the skin, flesh, tendons, and bones are perfected, the body's pathways are opened, and strength and special properties merge to form a unique divine power. That is just the beginning."

"The fifth stage involves cultivating the internal organs, nourishing the internal energy, and initially refining the divine body."

"Sixth-tier Divine Status, establishing one's own authority."

Xilun listened in silence.

This information was completely different from the knowledge he had come into contact with from the Monastery of Holy Light.

The monastery refers to the fourth tier as Witchers, but rarely speaks publicly about the path beyond the fourth tier.

The Lord of Storms clearly did walk that path.

"With your Storm Bloodline, if you can condense the first wisp of Storm Divine Power when you advance to the fourth rank, you will be able to suppress the severed right arm. At that time, you will not only be able to completely master the power of the Evil God, but you will even be able to transform it into your own foundation."

"And the price?"

Xilun asked.

"You will become His most prioritized target."

The Lord of Storms said, "He will remember your scent, observe you through your severed limbs, and constantly tempt you to draw near to Him. The stronger you are, the more He wants you back by His side."

"Then let Him wait."

Xilun raised his head, his gaze cold and hard.

"I will take His life when I am strong enough."

The Lord of Storms remained silent for a moment.

Inside the cavity, the black water continued to flow silently.

"No one has ever said that to Him before."

"Now we have it."

Xilun sheathed the Thunder Spear and slowly stood up.

The Lord of Storms raised his hand and pointed.

In an instant, countless complex runes emerged from the void, like a starry sea woven from lightning.

Its profoundness far surpassed any method Xilun had ever encountered.

"I will pass on a method to you."

"It's called 'The True Form of the Wind God'."

Xilun's expression changed slightly.

The mere mention of his name caused the Thunder Spirit within him to vibrate violently.

"This method is not simply a breathing technique, but a path that allows you to gradually understand storms, thunder, and your own bloodline. You need to condense your first wisp of divine power after advancing to the fourth rank before you are qualified to truly cultivate it."

"What's the point of sending it to me now?"

"Remember it."

The Lord of Storms said, "You will understand when you stand before the fourth-tier gate."

A torrent of information rushed into Xilun's mind.

In that instant, he seemed to see the endless sky.

Thunder does not fall from the sky, but is born from the wind; the wind does not come from heaven and earth, but is formed by the breath of all things.

The ebb and flow of the tides, the gathering and dispersing of the clouds, the roar of the thunder dragon, and even every heartbeat in the flesh and blood, all constitute a miniature storm.

Within this Dharma gate, there is also a more simplified lineage.

Summary of the power of the Eight-Armed Evil God.

That was the Devouring Method summarized by the Lord of Storms, which detailed how to use divine power to strip away the divinity, divine body, and divine personality from the remnants of an evil god, and then transform them into part of one's own path.

Xilun's consciousness sank into it, almost forgetting the time.

However, fine cracks began to appear in the space around the sacrificial plate.

The figure of the Lord of Storms grew fainter and fainter.

"remember."

His voice already carried a hint of remoteness.

"The seal can only last for another ten years at most."

"Within ten years, cultivate divine power, divine body, and divine status."

"Otherwise, He would break free of His bonds, shatter the wonderland, and return to this world."

Xilun suddenly opened his eyes.

"Wait a moment!"

He still has many questions.

Regarding the Storm Bloodline, the Duke, this seal, and why the Lord of Storms left behind his consciousness.

But the Lord of Storms did not respond.

Space is like a mirror struck by a heavy hammer, cracking open simultaneously from all sides.

The black water, the sacrificial plate, the chains, and the blurry figure were all cut into countless fragments by the cracks.

Xilun only had time to memorize "The True Form of the Wind God" before an irresistible spatial force enveloped his body.

He heard the roar of the water.

They also heard a low chuckle coming from deep within the crack.

Then, the world suddenly turned upside down.

The feeling of weightlessness was more intense than any other teleportation.

Xilun seemed to be swept into an endless river of space, his body tumbling within it.

Up, down, left, and right lost all meaning; darkness pressed in from all directions, and even consciousness felt like it was being kneaded into a ball.

He attempted to activate the Overturning Sea Technique.

The moment he mustered his strength, it was torn apart by the spatial turbulence.

The three lightning patterns of the Golden Thunder Vortex Scripture lit up on their own, attempting to stabilize their bodies with lightning energy, but were instantly dispersed by an invisible force.

The blood lock in his right arm was stimulated, and dark red and black energy seeped out from the gaps, like a thin film wrapping around his arm.

Although this layer of black mist is dangerous, it has temporarily isolated the spatial turbulence.

Xilun's heart sank.

In this situation, the severed limbs of the evil god actually became something that protected him.

This is nothing to be happy about.

He forced himself to stay awake, constantly recalling the contents of "The True Form of the Wind God" in his mind, trying to stabilize his spirit through visualization in the Dharma.

Where does the wind come from?

It's not the sky.

It's not the sea.

Rather, it is the pressure difference between all things.

In the blink of an eye, air flows from high to low; in the blink of an eye, power shifts from balance to imbalance.

A storm is nothing more than the destruction that comes from the convergence of countless small changes.

Xilun grasped a pattern in the spatial turbulence.

Those seemingly chaotic forces actually exhibit a kind of tidal fluctuation.

Every few dozen breaths, the turbulence would briefly buffer.

In that instant, he curled up his body, combining the power exertion of the Canglang Step with the airflow visualization in the Wind God Method.

His body suddenly lunged forward.

boom!

Spatial turbulence grazed his back, tearing his robes and leaving several bloody streaks on his skin.

Xilun did not stop.

When the second buffer arrived, he once again took advantage of it.

This time, he finally saw the light ahead.

That wasn't an exit, but a torn rift in space. From outside the rift came sunlight, dust, and the sound of wooden wheels rolling over the road.

Before Xilun could assess the surrounding environment, he was violently thrown away by the turbulent current.

boom!

He crashed onto a hard wooden plank, which groaned under the weight, causing the carriage to shake violently.

What was that sound?

"Did the back of the train hit a rock?"

"Stop immediately! Check if the goods are damaged!"

A cacophony of voices could be heard outside.

Xilun opened his eyes.

What came into view was a dimly lit carriage, with pale golden sunlight filtering through the gaps in the wooden planks, and the air filled with the pungent smell of hay, leather, engine oil, and some kind of marine animal material.

The carriage swayed and rocked with the rise and fall of the wheels.

He lay among several burlap sacks, feeling dull pain all over his body.

The power within his body was still chaotic, the three lightning patterns were dim and lifeless, and the blood lock on his right arm seemed to have been loosened by the spatial turbulence.

Xiren did not get up immediately.

He first checked his own condition.

The power of the Overturning Sea Technique was reduced to about 20%, and the Thunder Dragon's heart was still beating, but much slower than usual.

The Xuan Yin Coldness was still able to circulate, and the Moon Memory Meditation Technique was not seriously affected.

The most troublesome thing is that the ancient water energy that had just merged within my body was completely disrupted by the spatial rift, and scattered throughout my flesh and meridians.

He cannot mobilize all his strength in a short period of time.

However, no irreversible damage occurred to the body.

This is already a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

Footsteps could be heard outside the carriage.

A voice rang out through the wooden planks: "It seems like there's something extra in the back of the carriage."

"Don't touch it."

Another voice quickly lowered its voice: "This shipment is being delivered to Star Ring City. Can you afford to compensate for any problems?"

"I just heard some noise inside."

"The goods might have come loose. We need to hurry back and catch the train; we must get into the city before dark."

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Xilun sat up from between the burlap sacks, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.

The carriage was filled with many wooden crates, each bearing the marks of an unfamiliar business.

A faint smell of black dust emanated from the gaps in the wooden box, likely from some kind of processed exotic mineral.

He reached out and pressed down on a wooden box, his senses probing into the box.

There was no sign of life.

The convoy was quite large, consisting of at least a dozen steam carriages.

The sound of wheels coming from outside was heavy and rhythmic, clearly indicating that they were traveling on a paved road.