Wild cultivation begins with wielding the Taiyin talisman.

The moment the six-eared white rabbit opened its eyes, a wind rose in the ruins.

Ning Che wasn't sure if there was any air here, since souls don't need to breathe anyway, but something was definitely passing through the broken palace walls, making a low, whimpering sound.

Ning Che stood on the white sand and looked down at his right arm.

That arm, which had withered in reality, still hung limply, its illusory flesh ashen, as if all life had been drained from it.

But a beam of bright moonlight was spreading down her shoulder.

The further down you go, the more dispersed it becomes, until it transforms into thousands of pale white, translucent tubes, like densely packed branches.

Looking at those branches, Ning Che suddenly thought of the Calamity Frost Flower Technique he was cultivating.

The doubts of the past are now answered: it turns out that the meridians are not in the body, but in the soul.

Just then, the six-eared white rabbit, which was crouching under the broken moon, looked at him with eyes that resembled those of a human.

The next moment, Ning Che heard what sounded like a heartbeat.

thump.

In the distance from the ruins, tremors came from a broken mountain.

thump.

Something beneath the white sand responded.

thump.

As the third sound rang out, the moon rabbit relief in front of Ning Che suddenly shattered. The shards did not fall to the ground, but instead transformed into silvery-white symbols that swirled around him.

The symbols were unfamiliar, but Ning Che understood them nonetheless.

It's not about understanding what you see, but about understanding what you hear.

Without warning, his all-hearing ability began to operate on its own, mimicking some mysterious trajectory, allowing him to hear voices from the unseen world.

No, it's not like the Wind-Following Ear; it's not that crude. This is a much more refined and mysterious spell, and its trajectory gradually echoed in Ning Che's ears.

Everything in the world is in constant vibration, and all things have their own frequency, which can be perceived by the six ears.

This method is called "Six Ears Listening to the Moon".

By practicing this method, one can hear all vibrations and distinguish different frequencies as easily as reading the lines on one's palm. Whether it is wood, stone, living beings, or even one's own soul, the flaws in magic and martial arts, all can be detected.

The moment Ning Che had that thought, the six-eared white rabbit turned its head.

It looked into the distance.

At the end of the white sand, a dark figure appeared there at some unknown time.

Its outline resembles a person, but it appears too large, at least three or four stories high.

Ning Che had seen that battlefield when he flew high before, but due to the fatigue from picking up the spirit seed, he was unable to explore it further.

However, this might not be a bad thing. At the time, they couldn't find a way out, so they had no choice but to risk exploring everywhere. But there might be opportunities in such an ancient battlefield, as well as unknown dangers. So, who knows what they might have avoided?

As if in response to his idea, the sound of chains being dragged suddenly rang out.

Splash!

Splash!

The sound came from all around the ruins.

The white sand rolled along the ground, and the fine sand ripples exploded in circles, making Ning Che's feet go numb.

The "Six Ears Listening to the Moon" that had just been imprinted into his soul now operated at its peak on its own.

Ning Che closed his eyes.

At first, there was emptiness in my ears.

Then, heaven and earth were dismantled layer by layer.

He heard the soft clanging of each link of the black iron chain, the clattering of sand and gravel rolling down the cracks in the distant broken mountain rocks, and the lingering echoes of old battles fought beneath the white sand.

And at the end of the chain, there was that thing that was locked up.

It looked like a twisted mass of rotten flesh, with a face vaguely visible within it—young, ugly, wrinkled, and barely resembling a human.

This mass of flesh was hanging on the chest of a huge, armored humanoid figure, where the heart would be.

It has a heartbeat.

slow.

weight.

Each blow felt suffocating, making one's soul feel heavy.

Ning Che opened his eyes.

Before me stretched a stretch of white sand.

A mutilated body was half-buried in the sand.

The wound was located at the waist and abdomen, and black blood was still flowing from it.

The blood flowed out, but it didn't fall onto the sand. It spread only a few inches before dissipating into black mist and disappearing without a trace.

It wore a set of black iron armor, the armor covered with the marks of time, but not a single armor plate was broken, holding the rest of its body tightly.

Eight iron chains pierced through its chest.

The iron chain pierced through the collarbone, limbs, and spine, with the other end driven into a distant, broken mountain.

It only moved slightly.

The distant mountain walls trembled.

The pebbles on the mountain rolled down and fell into the white sand, disappearing in an instant.

This thing has no facial features.

His head was tilted to one side, and his face was covered with a swirling mass of black mist.

But Ning Che knew that it was watching him.

More accurately, it was the incomplete moon behind Ning Che, and the six-eared white rabbit beneath it.

Ning Che spoke, his voice low: "I just came in to hear the noise, do you have to be so polite?"

no respond.

The armored humanoid figure let out a low growl.

The sound didn't travel through the air; it crashed in directly.

It struck the soul.

Ning Che's mind went blank for a moment, and the pale white illusory meridians that had just formed on his right arm swayed violently, almost dissipating.

It felt as if my soul was being gripped by a hand and twisted tightly.

As the pain shot through him, Ning-Che clenched his teeth automatically.

The eighth-rank rat demon encountered in the rat swamp was dangerous enough.

Compared to this thing in front of us, that rat demon probably doesn't even deserve to be on the table.

The next moment, the humanoid thing moved again.

It began to drag the chains binding it.

slam-la-

It stretched the eight black iron chains straight.

A tremendous force pulled the distant broken mountain, causing it to shake again. Large swaths of white sand were lifted from the cliff and pressed down on the ruins where the moon wheel was located.

Amidst the sandstorm, one can see tumbling broken swords, shattered spears, and fragments of armor.

Each fragment is stained with the lingering killing intent from the ancient battlefield.

Ning Che subconsciously reached out to touch his waist.

I touched nothing.

The Crescent Moon Blade is gone.

This is a place where only souls can enter; external objects cannot be brought in at all.

Ning Che pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

"OK."

There's no way to retreat, and no way to avoid it.

Ning Che didn't actually know if his soul would be injured, or what kind of injury it would suffer.

However, the six-eared white rabbit behind him suddenly raised its front paws and pressed them down below the waning moon.

The moon disc trembled slightly.

A beam of moonlight fell from the moon and pierced directly into Ning Che's brow.

boom!

The Moon Rabbit Breathing Technique started operating automatically within Ning Che's body.

The cool breath between his chest and abdomen no longer wandered aimlessly, but instead split into three streams.

A stream entered the lungs.

A stream enters the kidneys.

Another force sank to a position three inches below the navel.

These three streams of energy then decomposed once more, transforming into countless finer streams that flowed along Ning Che's bones, rising and falling with his breath.

Under the Six Ears Listening to the Moon technique, every acupoint and meridian in the body reveals a clear outline.

Ning Che used to practice his swordsmanship by relying on his eyes, hands, and footwork.

Now, there's one more thing.

listen.

Use a completely new sense to listen to how the bones exert force, how the qi and blood change their paths, and where the enemy's killing move originates.

When Lin Ye raises his hand to throw a punch, his shoulder will always move first.

The monster dragging the iron chain was first disturbed by its soul.

The underlying principle is the same.

However, one is a human, and the other is a monster that can repeatedly crush Ning Che in the white sand.

Ning Che's right arm, in his perception, remained completely still.

The Emperor's Dew sustained that last vestige of life, merely preventing the withered parts from spreading further upwards.

To truly reattach this arm, we would need a more potent elixir, or a more complete inheritance from the Moon Palace.

Ning Che cleared his mind of distractions and focused entirely on adjusting his breathing according to the newly emerging method in his mind.

Inhale.

Within these ruins, a mysterious force was drawn in and entered Ning Che's body, with effects far superior to those he experienced while cultivating outside.

Exhale.

A foul odor emanated from every pore of Ning Che's body.

once.

twice.

The sand waves were already in sight.

That wasn't real sand, but rather a product of pure killing intent and battlefield aura.

The fragments of weapons, swept up by the waves, hurtled towards Ning Che's soul with a shrill cry.

Ning Che did not move.

He was just breathing.

The third breath.

The sand waves crashed down.

Countless shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, and the agonizing cries of the dying flooded Ning Che's mind.

The murderous aura and killing intent transformed into thousands of needles, aiming to pierce Ning Che's soul.

Ning Che's soul began to become unstable.

But he was still breathing.

With each breath, I draw pure power from these ruins.

With each exhale, a portion of the malevolent energy that has invaded the soul is expelled.

This is a process of confrontation.

It is also a purification process.

In this cleansing process, Ning-Che's soul was constantly tainted by the evil energy and constantly cleansed by the power of the moonlight.

The pain did not stop.

But Ning Che's perception became clearer and clearer.

He could "hear" where the killing intent was strongest and the malevolent aura was heaviest in the sandstorm.

He could also "hear" that among the most violent killing intents, there were tiny gaps.

His soul, following his breath, produced a peculiar rhythm.

This rhythm allowed him to avoid the most fatal impacts.

He was like a reed in a storm, swaying with the wind but never breaking.

The humanoid monster, chained up, watched this scene silently.

The black mist on its face remained completely still.

It's just waiting.

Waiting for Ning Che to be completely swallowed by the sandstorm, or for him to emerge from it.

Ning Che was counting.

The twentieth breath.

The malevolent energy that had invaded his body could no longer cause him any real harm.

The speed of the Moon Rabbit Breathing Technique increased, and the cool breath flowed through his meridians like a great river.

The 25th breath.

Ning Che even began to actively guide the evil energy.

He introduced a wisp of malevolent energy into his body, then used the power of moonlight to envelop and pulverize it, before absorbing the tiny bit of pure fighting spirit within it.

This is a bold attempt.

That malevolent energy rampaged through his soul, causing pain far greater than before.

But Ning Che held on.

After that wisp of malevolent energy was completely refined, Ning Che felt his soul grow stronger.

Although it's only one point, it represents a completely new possibility.

The thirtieth breath.

The momentum of the sandstorm began to weaken.

The moonlight power within the ruins seemed inexhaustible, allowing Ning Che to draw upon it at will.

The thirty-fifth breath.

The sand waves had turned into a gentle stream, flowing around Ning Che's soul, no longer able to penetrate it even slightly.

The thirty-sixth breath.

Ning Che exhaled his last breath.

A slight sound came from inside the body.

It's not a bone.

It was the breath that broke through a barrier.

The Moon Rabbit Breathing Method has taken a big step forward.

The cool aura between Ning Che's chest and abdomen had grown stronger, and when he walked, he no longer felt the intermittent sensation he had before.

My left arm, shoulder, back, waist, and several other areas that were previously feeling somewhat stiff were washed away by this powerful lunar energy, and I felt much lighter.

The sandstorm completely receded.

The ruins returned to their previous deathly silence.

Ning Che stood still, sensing the changes in his soul.

This time, the harvest exceeded his expectations.

Not only did he break through in his breathing technique, but more importantly, he found a way to become stronger in this realm of souls.

This is not a dead end.

This is an opportunity.

Ning Che raised his head and looked at the humanoid monster that was still locked in the distance.

That thing, it seemed, hadn't expected Ning Che to survive this wave.

It remained silent for a moment.

Then, it raised its arm again and grabbed the iron chain that extended from its chest.

wow-

The chains tightened again.

This time, it wasn't just the distant broken mountains that were trembling.

The entire white sandy ground began to shake.

Something is about to emerge from under the sand.

Ning Che's attention was highly focused.

He was "listening" to the sounds coming from underground.

Countless chaotic wills awaken beneath the sand.

Those are... fragments of souls that died on this battlefield?

They were awakened by that humanoid monster.

"Is it not over yet?"

Ning Che said in a low voice.

This time, he didn't wait passively.

He actively began to practice the Moon Rabbit Breathing Technique, which he had just mastered.

In his perception, the moonlight power of the entire ruins seemed to be summoned by him and began to converge towards him.

His soul emitted a faint, pure white light.

Although the light was faint, it carried an air of inviolability.

On the white sand, a withered skeletal hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Ning Che's ankle.

The palm still retained traces of black malevolent energy.

However, when it approached within three feet of Ning-Che's soul, it was as if it had encountered its nemesis. The evil aura on its hand bones quickly dissipated, and then its entire palm turned into ashes.

One, two, three...

More and more skeletal arms are emerging from the sand.

Hundreds and thousands.

They formed a forest of white bones, surrounding Ning Che at the center.

Ning Che ignored these things.

His entire attention was focused on the source.

The humanoid monster that was locked up.

Only when it is resolved, or its trials are overcome, will all this end.

Ning Che took a step forward.

He didn't use his feet for this step.

It is the soul.

His soul moved one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) in the direction of the humanoid monster.

This was the first time he had moved actively within the Realm of Souls.

As he moved, the lunar energy gathered around him also moved, forming a mobile, safe zone. For a time, the withered, skeletal arms were unable to approach.