At the sa ti, Nie Bao and the others were assigned to the Cultivation Building to retreat and make the most of their ti. While restoring their own losses, they struggled to comprehend the profound insights contained within the Rule Fragnts of the Spiritual World.
However.
These spiritual fragnts were incredibly fragnted, and despite their utmost efforts, they found it difficult to glean even a shred of understanding.
It was like trying to piece together a book that had been torn to shreds, Nie Bao and the others managed to extract a part of it and wanted to reconstruct a sentence using speculation and deduction. The difficulty, you can imagine.
"This assigned Cultivation Room... why is it so rundown, with the floor and walls everywhere covered in all sorts of cryptic symbols." It was Nie Bao’s first ti entering this Cultivation Building, and upon seeing such a dilapidated, even sowhat dismal Cultivation Room, he couldn’t help but furrow his brow.
"If it weren’t for Lord Su Qi’s constant high regard for us, I’d have thought we were being singled out and put into so sort of dungeon..." Yang Rihuan couldn’t help but shake his head.
Originally, they had been quite frustrated over the past few days due to their inability to penetrate the Rule Fragnts they extracted. Now, seeing this deplorable Cultivation Room, they felt even more irritable.
"Forget it."
"We aren’t people accustod to comfort. We’ve been through tough environnts before, so let’s seize the ti to comprehend these Rule Fragnts."
"The danger of this calamity is far beyond our expectations. The more Power we can gain, the more security we have," Nie Bao said solemnly.
The others, upon hearing this, had no choice but to suppress their inner frustration, sit cross-legged with their eyes closed, and devote themselves wholeheartedly to their comprehension efforts.
But alas, as ti slowly passed, they made no progress whatsoever. Worse still, they began to lose themselves within the chaotic Power reflected by the Rule Fragnts.
Their own Spiritual Power started to beco disordered.
It was like soone who always did well on exams suddenly faced a mountain of exam papers, feeling utterly lost and overwheld, causing their ntal state to collapse.
Just as they were frantic and overwheld, Su Qi also stepped into the Cultivation Building and activated the God’s Favored One state to begin his training.
Dong!
At the instant that mysterious breathing rhythm started, it was like spring thunder crashing down, shattering the confusion.
The Rule Fragnts originally scattered throughout Nie Bao and the others’ Spiritual Worlds seed to receive so sort of summon. They began to move slowly.
Like fireflies fluttering all around, forming intermittent paths leading to endless heights.
Even though these paths were not clearly defined, their Power enlightened the direction and even guided the transformation of their Spiritual Power.
"This is..."
Nie Bao and the others were stunned, opened their eyes wide, and for a mont were too excited to speak.
After so ti, imrsed in the ancient and mystical rhythm, Nie Bao finally found words: "Am I dreaming? Such a foundation that influences us has appeared in this little Ninth District!"
"Indeed, it’s hard to believe. This sudden rhythm saved us months of grinding effort, allowing a direct breakthrough!" The others also found it incredible.
It’s well known that Rule Power is a higher-level force above Extraordinary Power, or rather, the fundantal operation of Extraordinary Power. Even with such fragnted Rule Fragnts, affecting them with their Destruction Level Spiritual Power is as difficult as moving a mountain.
Right then, Yang Rihuan’s expression turned serious, and he suddenly stopped their conversation, lowering his voice: "Stop speaking for a mont, and feel this mystical rhythm. It’s not only helping us reshape the rules but also making our Breathing Technique undergo strange transformations!"
Not speaking was one thing, but when he pointed it out, everyone was shocked.
Transcendents use Breathing Techniques as their foundation, which they consider highly important. Therefore, the battle rits they have earned throughout their annual Otherworld conquests are first exchanged for top-notch Breathing Techniques that suit them.
No one expected even the Breathing Techniques would transform now!
Initially, they were sowhat resistant, fearing their foundations might be adversely affected. After all, a top-tier Breathing Technique is considered top-tier because it already occupies a relatively perfect state.
Even a Catastrophe Level or God’s Wrath Level expert wouldn’t dare say they could continue perfecting it.
However.
Gradually.
They set aside all reservations because resisting was futile; they had already lost control over the breathing rhythm, as though their rhythm had been given life, undergoing autonomous transformation.
Moreover, this ultimate perfect transformation made them feel as though their previous breathing rhythms were riddled with flaws, looking as sloppy as a child just learning to write.
However.
Once the rhythm transford into a perfect Breathing Technique, as the mysterious rhythm dissipated, it suddenly beca indistinct.
It was like having a master calligrapher guide your hand while writing, then suddenly letting go.
Imdiately, Nie Bao and the others’ eyes snapped open, their expressions suddenly changing. They realized that no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t recall the transford Breathing Technique.
Then their gazes fell on the Cultivation Room filled with cryptic symbols, and they instantly understood.
They finally realized why this Cultivation Room was so simple and covered in cryptic symbols.
With this revelation, they hurriedly reached out to the floor in front of them, hoping to capture the refined Breathing Technique while their impressions still lingered.
However, what they didn’t anticipate was that the transford Breathing Technique had exceeded their understanding realm and simply couldn’t be precisely described with words.
Therefore.
With their fingers tracing, they inadvertently drew a heap of cryptic symbols.
Even so, they remained imrsed in the cryptic symbols before them, unwilling to leave for a long ti, as if desperately trying to recall the mindset they had while writing down each stroke or the purpose recorded.
After a long ti.
They finally exhaled deeply, despondently leaving the Cultivation Room.
Clearly, certain things once missed cannot be grasped even if looked back, leaving only a vague glimpse that cannot be seen clearly.
"Sigh, let’s get so fresh air. It’s suffocating, too unbearable, like having an exquisite beauty run by naked without doing anything," they said.
Although they felt incredibly regretful, they had at least gained considerable rewards. The paths reconstructed by the Rule Fragnts had already benefitted them imnsely.
As they pushed open the Cultivation Room door, they unexpectedly found young people with the sa expressions as theirs erging from the other rooms.
Everyone’s faces were uniformly painted with frustration.
Seeing this, Nie Bao couldn’t help but pause: "Shouldn’t this level of foundation be extrely precious? Why does it seem like everyone here can comprehend it like it’s as common as cabbage?"
In his understanding, the so-called foundation is always extrely precious, and in a sense, everything in the world is a consumable.
Even the mystical path inscribed in the river of ti has a day when it can be obliterated.
And such a foundation that can assist comprehension is even more so, but why...
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