I loaded the Mysticism panel.

Chapter 127 Healing

The Williams family turned off their lights earlier than usual tonight.

My mother coughed twice and then went upstairs; the weather has been getting colder day by day lately.

My father worked overtime for several days in a row, and after coming home and eating, he would go straight to bed.

The kerosene lamp in my sister's room went out before ten o'clock.

Richard finished his homework for the evening as usual.

The fixation time was 15 seconds, which is 3 seconds longer than last week.

He picked out three items on the road to do a short quiz on reading stones—a pencil, an ink bottle, and a piece of eraser.

The interpretations of the three items matched my state of mind that day, and the patterns between the symbols and their positions gradually began to emerge in my mind.

Close the notebook and put it in the drawer, wrap the brass plate in a cloth and put it back in its original place, and finally give it a warming treatment.

During the final exhalation of the quadruple breath, he drew a wisp of the remaining ether from the Sun Throne to his right palm, pressing his palm against the lamp body and injecting it.

The entire set of movements is repeated every day, and I've become so familiar with them that I don't need to think about them anymore.

The pure ether within the [Spiritual Surface] was then released, causing the lamp body to change from cold to warm to hot to scalding, and finally return to calm.

Richard put the lamp back on the corner of the table and reached out to wind up the alarm clock.

The familiar handwriting in the corner of my vision trembled slightly.

[Breathing Lv.2 Progress: 100%]

Richard stopped moving.

The progress bar is full.

The requirement for Lv.3 advancement was "learning the extraordinary breathing technique," which was achieved three months ago.

The usable points that had been kept on me finally came in handy.

He sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed and blew out the light.

Available points: 1.13

His consciousness sank into the panel, and he cast that number down.

The sensation during point injection was different from the previous two times.

At level 1, it was as if a tightly closed window had been pushed open a crack in his chest cavity, and outside air rushed in for the first time.

At Lv.2, the windows were polished, the light became clear, and each breath brought back a little more than before.

When Lv.3 arrived, it was the first time he was able to look through the window.

He closed his eyes, his attention focused on the area directly behind his sternum.

The outline of the Sun Constellation went from blurry to clear, from a warm glow to an inverted tree.

Its roots are planted in the center of the chest cavity, and its branches spread down along the aorta, branching out into thin veins like blood vessels, extending all the way to the fingertips, toes, and top of the head.

The leaves are a thin film of light that covers the inner wall of each blood vessel.

The whole tree swayed slightly with his breath.

When you inhale, the leaves open, and light surges upward from the roots; when you exhale, the leaves close, and light sinks down the branches to the roots.

This is the true form of the "ether microcirculation".

What he had been working on repeatedly for the past three months was finally being seen by his own eyes for the first time tonight.

The panel floats at the edge of the field of view:

Available points: 0.13

[Breathing Lv.3] Progress: 0%

[Trait: Healing]

He touched the line of text with his consciousness, and an explanation appeared:

"Healing: During breathing, the etheric microcirculation repairs the body in real time."

The targets of repair include micro-damage to the etheric pathway, muscle fiber strain, trauma, bone fracture, and chronic inflammation.

High-level injuries (such as ruptured internal organs, comminuted fractures, limb amputations, etc.) are beyond the repair scope of this characteristic.

He originally thought healing would be an emergency measure more suited for recovering health after a battle.

In reality, it's more like a long-term office job.

As long as he breathes, his body is being silently cared for by an unseen hand.

He lay back on the bed and began to do quadruple breathing, following the new rhythm.

At the end of each round, he could feel that some extremely subtle areas had been ironed out a little.

A stiff muscle in my shoulder from sitting for too long, a vague, throbbing pain in my temple after overworking my brain, and the occasional popping sound in my left knee.

These minor issues that are often overlooked in daily life are smoothed out one by one in the new round of breathing exercises.

He woke up before the alarm clock rang the next morning.

Evelyn went downstairs first, as usual.

She paused as she passed her brother's door, her ears perked up.

Hearing no sound from inside, the girl muttered to herself, "That's rare, they didn't try to take over the housework from me today."

Richard's mind wasn't on the textbook at all during the entire morning's classes.

He was doing a very quiet arithmetic problem.

Mr. Hutton once warned him: "The most dangerous thing in spiritual practice is not practicing too little, but practicing too much."

The etheric channel is a river. If you pump the water too fast today, the riverbed will crack tomorrow.

"A riverbed that's cracked—no matter how much water you pour in, it won't stay."

During the initial entrant phase, everyone is constrained by this riverbed.

But the existence of healing is like adding a self-protective lining to the riverbed.

The water is still flowing, and friction is still occurring, but the pipe wall is no longer being worn down unilaterally.

The ceiling has been raised.

He doesn't know how much it's increased yet; he'll have to wait and see.

However, some options that he had previously ruled out can now be revisited.

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Reaching the unlabeled bookshelf on the third floor of the library, Richard squatted down at the seventh shelf of the fourth row, his fingers sliding along the spine of the book.

He had come so many times in the past three months that he could distinguish the thickness of each book and the feel of its cover by touch.

He was looking for one of them.

When it was first deciphered, he crossed it out and archived it in the "not used for the time being" category.

That passage, which on the surface discussed hunting rituals in the northern forests, was actually a description of the Path of Burning Blood when every five words were taken out and strung together.

Using blood as fuel and pain as fuel, they squeezed the ether from the depths of their bones.

It bursts forth in an instant as explosive power, pain threshold, and amplified senses.

Introductory methods: holding your breath in ice water, hyperventilation, muscle spasms, and repeated bone stress training to help the bones heal after repeated interruptions.

Richard's initial reaction upon reading this passage was to close the book.

With the original owner's physique, he couldn't withstand two complete cycles of holding his breath in ice water, and muscle spasms would keep him in bed for three days.

Repeated fracture stress training... He couldn't handle the first few stages.

But now he read it again.

Every extreme training session was broken down into two questions in his mind: Can the intensity be reduced? Can the recovery period be shortened?

The answer to the first question is ambiguous;