At dusk, Chu Liang arrived at the top of the hill, facing the setting sun and the evening breeze.

He sat on the ground, gazing at the sky.

Feeling the spiritual light that emerged at the transition of the sun and the moon, he tried to circulate his breath according to the “Spiritual Light Blood Refining Technique”, integrating its spirituality.

No matter what magical instruments or battle spirits he held, strengthening himself was the most important. Especially since the big-headed doll had saved him a lot of time in practicing basic techniques, he naturally had to make use of it and work harder in other areas.

This blood refining method belonged to the development of the body’s hidden secrets, with many wonderful uses, so he naturally had to hurry up and practice.

Just like cultivation in other fields, the spirituality in the blood cannot be generated out of thin air. To imbue the blood with spirituality, it must be obtained from elsewhere.

Like the previous “God Slaughter Blood Refining Technique”, it obtained spirituality from the essence blood of other creatures, which was simple and fast, but as Brother Yuan Zhuo said, there was a risk of backlash.

The current “Spiritual Light Blood Refining Technique” was a bit slower, capturing the spiritual light of the sun and the moon to infuse into the blood, which was incredibly pure.

The best time to practice in a day was the first ray of sunlight at sunrise and the first touch of moonlight at sunset.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, his consciousness spread out, sensing the world.

Before long, Chu Liang felt the vast and grand power above the sky, that light!

That was not a power that humans could approach, he could only try to let that light shine on his consciousness, to gain a bit of nourishment.

Then he ran the technique, letting the spirituality obtained from the divine light collide with his blood.

His expression was extremely calm, but his body was surging with energy, and there was a faint sound like waves crashing.

“Hu——”

After an unknown amount of time, when he opened his eyes again, he let out a breath.

The process of practicing this blood refining technique was truly painful. Every bit of spirituality that merged into the blood felt like a needle piercing through his body.

Throughout the process, this needle was constantly moving in and out of his body.

After this painful process stopped, Chu Liang felt relaxed, and his body felt comfortable. It was not just because the pain had stopped, but after this pain, his body seemed to be injected with a lively energy!

And it was in a realm he had never touched before.

Is this the feeling of imbuing blood with spirituality? He lightly cut his right index finger, dropping a drop of fresh blood.

Within the red of this drop of blood, there was a faint trace of gold. It fell to the ground, rolled slightly, seeped into the soil, and made a sizzling sound.

It seemed hot.

This was just the first practice, and there was already a noticeable difference, which was not easy. As long as he persisted in practicing for a long time, he believed he could reach the realm of the Earth Fiend Envoy that day, and then he could transform at will with a mouthful of blood.

This was not the end.

There was a legendary immortal technique called “Rebirth from a Drop of Blood”, which meant that as long as there was a drop of blood left after death, the soul could survive and be reborn from it. And this drop of blood that could hold all the soul, how terrifyingly vast the spirituality must be.

By this time it was already late.

Further practice would also progress quite slowly, so Chu Liang got up to return. But just as he stood up, a brilliant light on a distant mountain peak caught his attention.

There was white smoke and mist surrounding it, like waves. And above these waves, there was a round golden light floating up and down.

It was like a moon rising from the sea!

Chu Liang looked at it with slight surprise, this was…

The Sea of Qi Xuan Pill!

…

“Is it Sister Jiang?!”

At the same time, there was also a not small commotion in the other peaks of Shu Mountain. At this time, it was night, and the spectacle high above the sea of clouds was too dazzling.

In front of the Wuliang Palace, a large number of Shu Mountain disciples had gathered to watch the excitement.

“It should be Sister Jiang, right? This spectacle… clearly is the Perfect Heavenly Cycle of the Fourth Realm!” someone exclaimed.

“Definitely!” someone agreed, “That’s the top of the ancient tree on Biluo Peak, besides Sister Jiang, who else could achieve the Perfect Heavenly Cycle in the Fourth Realm?”

“The Perfect Heavenly Cycle in the Fourth Realm, how far is it from the Fifth Realm? At the upcoming Shu Mountain Peak Meeting, Sister Jiang has already reserved the first seat, right?” someone marveled.

“My Jiang Jiang is really working too hard!” someone was moved, “I love her even more!”

Of course, there were also those who were heartbroken: “In this way, our gap is even bigger, and I have even less hope of pursuing her.”

“You were dreaming in the first place!” someone poured cold water.

“……”

There was a lot of discussion, not only among the disciples, but also among the masters of the various peaks and the high-levels of Shu Mountain on Tongtian Peak, who all noticed this scene and pondered deeply.

Perfect Heavenly Cycle.

It represented that the cultivation of the technique had reached an extreme realm, which was extremely rare. In the thousands of years of history of Shu Mountain, only two people had achieved the Perfect Heavenly Cycle in the Fourth Realm.

These two people were famous prodigies in their time.

And now, in this declining era of Shu Mountain, a third one had appeared.

“Is the luck of the true dragon’s arrival destined for her?” someone murmured.

“Sister Jiang, no wonder you didn’t reply to my paper crane, you were in closed-door cultivation.” someone realized.

This person was Chu Liang.

He was looking at the opposite side from Silver Sword Peak, naturally knowing that it was Biluo Peak, and guessed that it was Jiang Yuebai who had touched the Perfect Heavenly Cycle of the Fourth Realm.

Unlike others, Chu Liang had experienced the Perfect Heavenly Cycle before.

So he knew how difficult it was.

If it weren’t for Xue Lingxue’s powerful support song, he would never have been able to touch the edge of the Perfect Heavenly Cycle in his lifetime.

But Jiang Yuebai did it on her own.Truly impressive.

No doubt, the Immortal Spirit Body played a significant role.

Chu Liang had recently come into contact with the three major families and had taken the time to learn about them.

The Xia family’s Divine Fire Life was the purest, simply an enhancement of fire attributes. As long as its intensity reached a certain level, it would be divine; the Ji family’s Xuan Yuan Pupil was the most complex, not only having seven different pupil colors, but each color, after the basic divinity, had subsequent advancements as cultivation improved.

The Jiang family’s Immortal Spirit Body was the most mysterious.

To this day, no one knew all the divine abilities of the Immortal Spirit Body. The known ones included affinity with spirit beasts, elements, and the Dao, and so on…

In short, it was favored by the spirit of heaven and earth. Whether it was practicing divine powers or cultivation techniques, the results were doubled or even multiplied by ten or a hundred times. The breath of the immortal spirit flowed in the blood, with infinite uses.

The downside was that it attracted the covetousness of demons and evil spirits, making the growth process risky.

There was a saying that the Immortal Spirit Body should be the strongest because it was the rarest.

Since ancient times, if ten Xuan Yuan Pupils and five Divine Fire Lives were born in each generation, there would only be one or two Immortal Spirit Bodies.

However.

Even among the Immortal Spirit Bodies, not everyone could achieve a perfect circulation of Qi. The fact that Sister Jiang could do so indicated that, disregarding her physique, her talent was still outstanding and she had never slacked off.

This was simply a classic case of someone who was better than you also being more attractive… No, also working harder than you.

Chu Liang clenched his fist lightly, seemingly moved.

What he didn’t know was that Jiang Yuebai had been satisfied with her cultivation before, and it was only after seeing Chu Liang’s miraculous progress that she felt a sense of crisis.

This led to her current closed-door cultivation, studying cultivation techniques, and then advancing further, causing today’s sensation.

It could be said that it was for him that she dared not slack off!

“The so-called heavenly reward for hard work…” Chu Liang muttered to himself: “The road to cultivation is long and endless, we must always remember to keep sharpening ourselves, never relaxing! If Sister Jiang can be so diligent, I must double my efforts!”

His fighting spirit filled his chest for a moment!

“Big head doll, spin to death for me!”

——Author’s Note——

Good morning (guaranteed).

My sleep schedule has completely exploded, I haven’t slept from last night till now, severe insomnia. I’m about to go downstairs for a nucleic acid test, it’s too uncomfortable.

What’s more uncomfortable is that my new book has dropped to seventh place in the monthly ticket rankings. (Although there’s only one place difference between sixth and seventh, the bonus is 2,500 less.)

Haha, of course, it’s not about the money, mainly because my initial expectation was at least top six, and if I can’t reach that, it will be very uncomfortable.

Those who have followed my previous book will be able to see how hard I’ve worked on this one. I’ve never taken a day off, never dragged the pace, and never been vague about adding more.

I say I can’t stay up late because of poor health, but I’ve been going to bed late every night this month.

Because this is my second book, I really want to achieve something.

So I care about these things.

I even went to check out the books ranked ahead of me, some of them probably don’t have as many followers as us, but they update a lot. Those who vote for me are fewer, probably because they think I’m not trying hard enough.

Asking me to update ten thousand or twenty thousand words a day is indeed unlikely, but the time I spend thinking about the plot and typing every day should not be less than others. I dream about all sorts of things every day, and it’s not just about updating tens of thousands of words to be considered hardworking.

Like every chapter I write, I ponder over and over again, and then revise it over and over again, and then every day five or six thousand words, compared to the fewer words, readers feel that I’m not working hard, it’s too sad.

There’s only a week left until the end of the month, and it’ll be too late if it’s any later. This is the last time I’m going to make a long plea for monthly tickets, and I won’t say much after that.

Please!

Ah ah ah!

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