Chapter 231: Chapter 225: Impacting Foundation Establishnt
“Proud my ass, next ti I see it, I’m definitely smashing its damn head in!” Bruto cursed and walked over to a corner, casually picked a spot, and started swinging his Cross Pickaxe, channeling his rage into his work. Knowing the temper of Dwarves, no one doubted that he would keep up this montum until he dug down to the feet of the Giant Skull Demon.
Lancelot also moved to the opposite corner. He lifted his Giant Sword Glacier, and with the bit of True Qi he had just recovered, he chiseled out a small stone chamber in the rock wall.
“I might need a bit more ti,” Lancelot said to everyone before entering, “If I haven’t co out after eight hours, don’t wait for .”
After saying that, he walked into the stone chamber alone. Forming a spell with his hand, nurous vines burst from the surrounding soil, sealing the entrance of the stone chamber, and also blocking the eyes of those behind him, whether they were concerned or rely curious.
Just now, he had experienced sothing extrely mystical and indescribable. Although by now the True Qi in his body was nearly completely depleted, Lancelot clearly knew that the ti to attempt Foundation Establishnt had arrived.
Under normal circumstances, the ridians in his body were like rivers flowing with surging True Qi. However, now that his True Qi was all depleted, these ‘riverbeds’, usually hidden by True Qi, were fully exposed. He only needed to direct a faint trace of True Qi to travel through the ridians to clearly sense where blockages existed, sothing he couldn’t achieve under ordinary conditions.
Lancelot held a Middle Grade Spirit Stone in one hand, using it to clear minor obstacles in his ridians. Soon, he would attempt Foundation Establishnt with the Spiritual Energy provided by over a hundred Upper Grade Spirit Stones. In such a trendous rush of energy, any slight congestion in his body could lead to a fatal burst. But exhausting his True Qi at the brink of death had created the conditions to remove these hidden dangers.
After about two hours, Lancelot finally cleared every ridian and every acupoint in his body. After performing a Heavenly Cycle of the Cauldron Immortal Technique, he felt an unprecedented clarity and relief.
Lancelot no longer hesitated. With a wave of his hand, he laid all the gemstones of Upper Grade Spirit Stone tier on the ground.
The earliest were obtained by killing the sandworm Lord, back when he had just t the Dwarf. The gemstones inside the sandworm’s belly were the first treasures they had found in the Abyss; a dazzling Diamond among them had been given to Tijana. So were from Molo, a male Succubus Lancelot greatly disliked. Stealing a great wealth from his treasury had brought Lancelot imnse pleasure, even though he accidentally saved his domain afterwards. The Human Knight was sure he owed that Demon nothing; others ca from his angel lover Elothysia, as a reward for saving the Succubus Paladin.
But more than half were from Tigana, the lady lord of Twin Bridges Town, with whom his relationship was ambiguously complicated. Thinking of Tigana’s figure, Lancelot’s mind inevitably clouded. Seeing how she and Elothysia treated little Elisha, maybe the Succubus didn’t dislike being an Undead Vampire?
No, it’s better not to hold onto that hope. The reason people adore little Elisha is truly because she is adorable.
Lancelot silently operated the Ice Heart Technique, soothing his slightly turbulent mind like a lake. He read over the Foundation Establishnt Essentials, which he knew by heart from the small bamboo slip, and then began his daily ditation practice. Two hours later, he had entirely entered a mystical, egoless state and started using a complex route he had never tried before. He toggled the Cauldron Immortal Technique left by Han Tianzun, a divine skill from beyond this multiverse.
The Spirit Stones scattered on the ground began to tremble slightly, then one by one, they left the ground and floated into the air. As Lancelot worked through this new cultivation technique’s route and passed each acupoint, it was as if he were pulling out a stopper, prompting a Spirit Stone to surge into his body under the traction of the qi, charging him with the spiritual energy contained within each gemstone.
The sensation was far from pleasant, like having burning hot needles stabbed into his flesh, and cold sweat imdiately seeped from Lancelot’s forehead. But he could not stop; if spiritual energy accumulated too much at any acupoint, it could genuinely cause his body to explode and result in death.
Therefore, he could only grit his teeth, continuing to ‘pull out’ the acupoints along the path of his cultivation technique. Each needle felt different—so were hot as branding irons, from Earth Crystals; others were cold as frost, from Cold Water Crystals; so itched unbearably, others were numb and sour…
This level of pain had already transcended the limits of human endurance, but Lancelot was no ordinary man. During his years following the Knight King Albert, he had survived countless brutal battles, climbing out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and had long cultivated an extrely tenacious will.
He clenched his teeth and persisted, not slowing the pace of his cultivation, opening up each of his 108 major acupoints, each corresponding to an Upper Grade Spirit Stone. The spiritual energy contained therein surged into his body like a tidal bore.
The 108 Spirit Stones floated in the air in a mysterious arrangent, not only corresponding to the acupoints on his body but seemingly also connected to so extrely distant entities, even beyond this multiverse. A very faint stellar force, undetectable even to divine powers, ignored all physical and taphysical barriers, cast upon each floating Spirit Stone, gathered, focused, and finally entered Lancelot’s body via bridges made of spiritual energy.
Lancelot, engrossed in his cultivation, let out a muffled grunt. He felt each of his acupoints being stretched increasingly wider; if initially, it felt like needle pricks, now it had beco akin to being pierced by a Long Spear.
But that was not the most terrifying part. As spiritual power continuously poured in, every place in his body capable of storing spiritual energy was filled to the brim, yet the complex cultivation technique he was running was still relentlessly drawing in spiritual energy—a necessary step for forcibly establishing a foundation with Spirit Stones.
Finally, in a certain mont, his ridians burst, and the overwhelming, violent spiritual energy rushed towards his flesh, beginning to transform his body.
A horrific tearing sensation arose; the spiritual energies rampaging within him seed to have their own ideas on how to operate. What was worse, these energies were quite mixed in origin. Not to ntion those from the Abyss, many were from higher realms—the holand of the Angel lovers of Elothysia.
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