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Yi Huawei slowly closed his eyes, his breathing gradually became long and slow, as if he had merged into the tranquility of the cave.

He tried to listen and sense every slight movement in the cave: the gentle sound of insects dormant in the cracks of the mountain wall, the rustling sound of dead leaves rubbing against the rocks in the mountain wind outside the cave, and even the murmur of the undercurrent in the valley. His soul seemed to break free from the shackles of the flesh and drifted slowly towards the chaotic realm of the primordial chaos. He seemed to be just a tiny speck of dust, floating in the endless void. In this state of mind, the impetuousness and arrogance accumulated in the past slowly faded away as if washed by a clear spring, and his mind became clearer and clearer, just like a freshly wiped mirror, building the most solid defense for the upcoming key breakthrough.

The first glimmer of light at dawn carefully tore through the darkness of the night. Yi Huawei, as nimble as a leopard, instantly jumped out of the cave and stood firmly on the huge rock on the top of the mountain, facing the east, with his clothes fluttering in the wind.

The morning breeze at this moment was like an icy blade, cutting his face fiercely, but he seemed to be unaware of it, and was completely immersed in the Qi-inducing stage that was about to begin.

Yi Huawei slightly opened his lips, expanded his nasal cavity slightly, and skillfully performed the "Crane Breathing Method".

When inhaling, the neck stretches and lengthens, and the movements are light and graceful, just like a crane gracefully stretching its neck to catch the morning dew, and accurately drawing the strands of spiritual energy wrapped in the cold morning breeze into the body.

As soon as the spiritual energy enters the body, a cool feeling first arises in the throat, as if drinking a mouthful of icy spring water from deep in the mountain stream, instantly dissipating the heat all over the body; then it flows to the Danzhong point, just like a warm current flowing through, dispelling the remaining chill between the internal organs; finally, it surges into the Dantian, causing the internal force that had been dormant in the Dantian to surge and roar like an awakened latent dragon, resonating with it.

When I exhale, my breath is long and steady, like the morning bell and evening drum in an ancient temple, with a regular rhythm. The turbid air in my body, carrying the fatigue and impurities left over from last night, rolls out of my body.

This went on for 49 times, and every breath was tempering the foundation of his inner strength. Gradually, his Dantian seemed to turn into a burning furnace, and his inner strength surged. It was no longer the weak firefly-like fire at the beginning, but grew into a fiery force that could burn the sky and boil the sea. The accumulation of three years of day and night was fully demonstrated at this moment, preparing a powerful foundation for the more difficult Zhoutian cycle.

With his internal force surging, Yi Huawei did not dare to slack off. He took advantage of this powerful force and decisively activated his true qi to start the small Zhoutian circulation. The true qi was like a surging underground undercurrent, carrying the power of destroying the world, pouring down from the dantian, aiming directly at the perineum point directly below. This perineum is the first natural barrier for the circulation of the Zhoutian, like a strong fortress that can be blocked by one man and ten thousand men, lying across the path of the true qi.

Yi Huawei gritted his teeth, concentrated his mind into an indestructible hammer, and used all his energy to hit the level hard.

Every collision seemed to trigger a small earthquake in his body, and his blood and qi surged uncontrollably in his meridians. His forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat, and his Taoist robe on his back was also soaked with sweat, sticking tightly to his skin. However, the determination in his eyes never wavered for a moment, and he stared at the invisible obstacle in front of him and continued to exert force.

Finally, after a full-strength charge, the Qi broke through the coccyx gate and then climbed the Du channel like sailing against the current. The Du channel was extremely difficult and dangerous, and every inch of progress was like trekking through thorns. When he reached the Jiaji gate, Yi Huawei controlled his speed calmly and mobilized the muscles throughout his body to work together. His muscles trembled slightly rhythmically, as if injecting a continuous boost into the Qi, helping the Qi to move inch by inch.

The most dangerous checkpoint is before Yuzhen Pass. If you take a wrong step, all your efforts may be wasted or you may even go astray.

Yi Huawei took a deep breath, forced himself to get rid of all external distractions, and poured all his mind into it. At this moment, his heart was as calm as still water, and the howling wind and rolling clouds outside had nothing to do with him.

Finally, the true energy broke through the obstacles, like a dazzling meteor across the sea of ​​consciousness, the brilliant light flashed through the mind, went straight through the Baihui, and then returned to the Dantian along the Ren Meridian, starting a circular journey. Each circle of operation seemed to cover the internal organs with an indestructible divine armor, the internal force became more powerful and condensed, striding towards the peak of Zixia Divine Art.

The full moon night on the 15th of every month has always been a key opportunity to condense the purple energy. Tonight, the moonlight is like mercury pouring down, pouring down on the top of Huashan Mountain without reservation, dyeing everything into a dreamlike silver-white realm.

Yi Huawei stood alone in an open area on the top of the mountain, his clothes fluttering in the wind, like a banished immortal from the Moon Palace, exuding an otherworldly temperament.

Slowly closing his eyes, his inner force slowly circulated along the established meridians, while he opened his heart and absorbed the rich and mellow essence of the moon with his whole body and soul. A fantastic picture unconsciously appeared in his mind: his dantian turned into a blazing cauldron, the inner force inside was the divine elixir being refined, and his own thoughts turned into an extremely hot true fire, burning fiercely, tempering this "divine elixir".

As the practice continued, the Qi slowly took on a mysterious purple veil. At first, the purple was hazy like smoke, like the morning mist in the mountains, ethereal and difficult to distinguish; then it became deeper and richer, like spilled purple ink, spreading wantonly in the veins of the Qi. The nature of the purple Qi also quietly changed, from the initial gentleness and softness to gradually becoming fierce and sharp, and the flow seemed to be wrapped in a terrifying force that could tear the void and erode everything. Yi Huawei could clearly sense that the power in his body was rising exponentially, like a mad dragon trapped in the abyss for thousands of years, breaking free from its shackles and about to soar into the sky.

Over the past three years, he has worked hard for more than a thousand days and nights, and the blood, sweat, and hardships he has endured are beyond the reach of outsiders. From settling his mind at midnight, gathering his spiritual energy at dawn, honing his inner strength through the Zhou Tian, ​​to tempering his purple energy under the moon, every step he took was solid and determined. Today, the purple energy around him seemed to be substantial, surging and surging, surrounding him.

When the last bit of true energy was tamed and returned to its place, in an instant, Zixia's magical power was fully perfected!

A mighty force that seemed to be able to change the world surged out of his body, like an ancient beast awakening and roaring. The mountaintop trembled, huge rocks rolled down, raising dust all over the sky; the thick clouds and mist around were instantly swept away, as if swept away by a pair of invisible giant hands; the raging wind also stopped abruptly, as if it was frightened by this super strong force and dared not move again.

“Hahahaha~~~~”

Yi Huawei raised his head to the sky and let out a thunderous laugh that echoed among the peaks of Mount Hua for a long time.

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In the Huashan Sect, disciples' houses are scattered along the mountainside. The neat layout is in line with the strict seniority order of the sect.

Yi Huawei's residence is located halfway up the mountain. The combination of bricks, stones and wood exudes a simple and unpretentious atmosphere, which fits the pragmatic and martial style of the Huashan Sword School. The house is not big, with a table, a couch and a bookcase as all the belongings, but it is just enough for daily living. Outside the window, the green bamboo rustles in the breeze, and a few plum trees sprout new branches.

Yi Huawei's residence is hidden on the hillside, with brick and stone walls and rough wooden beams. It is simple and unadorned without much decoration or carving.

The first thing you see when you enter the house is a small space with a table, a couch and a bookcase. That's all, but it has arranged everything for your daily life. The thin quilt on the couch is neatly folded, the tabletop is spotlessly clean, and the books in the bookcase are not numerous, but they are all classics of the sect and the key to self-cultivation. The green bamboos by the window sway gracefully, and a few plum trees are fragrant, adding a bit of leisurely interest to the cold and quiet space.

Just after he had mastered the Purple Cloud Divine Art, his whole body was filled with energy, his pores were dilated, and wisps of heat were steaming out. After circulating it for a few cycles, he gathered and stabilized the surging internal energy, and felt comfortable all over. The hidden injuries and fatigue from past practice were swept away, and his steps were light, as if he had been reborn.

Yi Huawei fetched some clean water and washed his face and hands. As the water droplets slid down, his skin glowed with a healthy luster and his eyes were clear and bright. The sluggishness from his past practice was completely gone, and his internal energy flowed freely with every move he made.

Back in the house, Yi Huawei sat cross-legged on the couch and habitually tried to call up the attribute panel in his mind. He had accidentally noticed its existence before, but had never been able to open it. At this moment, there was still no movement.

Only the mysterious black pill was quietly suspended in the space of consciousness. The black pill was about the size of a longan, and the surface seemed to be wrapped in a layer of matte black gold. The texture was fine and tight, with strands of gold threads peeking out from the inside, like twinkling stars in the night sky.

This black pill appeared inexplicably when he was attacked by a mysterious force in the mythological world and was seriously injured and on the verge of death. Occasionally, it would exhale wisps of breath, which merged into his true energy and helped him improve his cultivation. However, Yi Huawei had no idea what it was. Whenever Yi Huawei thought of that inexplicable attack, his heart was turbulent. He was drinking tea when a mysterious force came without warning. The force was like a giant hand hidden in the void, instantly grasping him, and his meridians were instantly crushed. His internal organs seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and blood spurted out of his mouth and nose uncontrollably. The whole person quickly lost consciousness and was on the verge of death.

At the critical moment between life and death, Yi Huawei swallowed the golden elixir, and a black pill appeared out of thin air. After that, he woke up and found himself in the world of "Swordsman", and the way back to the real world seemed to be completely cut off.

Yi Huawei replayed the scene countless times. There were no unusual sounds or suspicious figures around. It was as if that force had appeared out of nowhere and was specifically targeting him.

Was it because the plot of "Myth" had been rewritten, and the underlying rules of the world had been touched? Or was there another dark force behind it? Yi Huawei had no idea.

Now he is trapped in the world of "Swordsman". Although he has a place to stay, it seems more dangerous than the world of "Mythology". Various sects fight openly and secretly, and martial arts secrets and magic weapons can become the fuse to get into trouble.

If you want to gain a foothold in this world, you must first have strong martial arts skills. Fortunately, Yi Huawei is also a patient person. For more than ten years, he has been practicing hard day and night in Huashan Sect. Thanks to the breath exhaled from the black pill from time to time and integrated into the true qi, his cultivation level has improved ten times faster than others.

But even though Zixia's magical power was perfected, the attribute panel in her mind still showed no movement...

After a long time, Yi Huawei came back to his senses.

It was still early and the room was a little dark. Yi Huawei lit a candle casually. The flickering candlelight cast a swaying shadow on the wall.

Yi Huawei moved to the bookcase, stroked a row of ancient books with his fingers, and finally pulled out the Huangting Sutra. This sutra was something he often read, not to understand some method of cultivating immortality, but the description of the meridians and the flow of qi and blood in the human body could give him a lot of inspiration for practicing internal skills. He turned the yellowed pages, and the only sound in the room was the gentle turning of the pages. Occasionally, his thoughts would drift into the mysterious world described in the sutra.

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Just as he was immersed in the obscure words and sentences of the "Huangting Sutra", a burst of hurried and chaotic footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, interrupting Yi Huawei's thoughts.

Then, Junior Sister Yue Lingshan’s crisp shout exploded at the door: “Second Senior Brother, my father is calling you to the main hall!”

Yi Huawei was startled at this and looked out the window. It was already bright outside and the warm sunlight squeezed in through the window cracks and sprinkled on the floor inside the house.

"Okay, I'll come right away!"

Yi Huawei responded, stood up and walked to the bookcase, put the "Huangting Jing" in his hand back to its place, raised his hand to straighten his clothes, and then quickly walked out the door.

Looking at Yue Lingshan standing there, Yi Huawei asked:
"What does Master want from me?"

Yue Lingshan stuck out her tongue playfully and said with a hint of anger: "I don't know, it seems that Senior Brother Linghu has caused trouble again. He is like a monkey. If he is not disciplined for a day, he will feel itchy all over."

Yi Huawei's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a faint smile: "Let's go, let's go and take a look."

After saying that, he started walking towards the main hall, and Yue Lingshan hurriedly followed.

After walking a few steps, Yue Lingshan seemed to suddenly realize something. She paused, tilted her head, and stared at Yi Huawei's face with confusion in her eyes.

Yi Huawei felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by her, so he stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yue Lingshan blinked her eyes, circled around Yi Huawei, and muttered, "Huh? Second Brother...you...you seem different."

Yi Huawei subconsciously touched his face, not understanding why: "What's the difference?"

Yue Lingshan moved closer, her eyes scanning Yi Huawei's face, and said, "I can't really explain it, but I just feel like your whole spirit is different. Although you looked energetic before, today you seem... even better looking!?"

After the Zixia Divine Art was perfected, Yi Huawei's temperament did change. Although his face was handsome in the past, it was a bit immature. Now there seems to be a warm luster flowing under his skin, and his complexion is very good, revealing a different kind of spirit. His originally slightly thin figure now stands tall, his shoulders are broader and stronger, and his steps are steady when he walks, without the trace of impetuousness in the past.

Yue Lingshan looked at him, and her heartbeat inexplicably quickened. She had always been in love with Yi Huawei, and in their daily interactions, Yi Huawei's every move touched her heart. At this moment, this subtle yet obvious change made her a little stunned for a moment.

Yi Huawei felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by her straightforward gaze, and coughed lightly: "Junior sister, what's wrong? You keep staring at me."

Yue Lingshan came back to her senses, her cheeks slightly flushed, and she said hurriedly: "Nothing... nothing, Second Brother, let's go quickly, don't let Dad wait anxiously."

Although he said this, he walked slowly and glanced at Yi Huawei from time to time.

The two walked quickly along the winding mountain path. Along the way, Yue Lingshan felt like she had a little rabbit in her heart, and she was very nervous. She thought that when she arrived at the main hall, she would find a chance to take a good look at her second brother, and maybe she could find some new changes.

Yi Huawei smiled secretly in his heart, thinking that after Zixia's magical power was perfected, the internal Qi flowed more smoothly, and the Qi and blood were full, which made Yue Lingshan notice something strange. He stretched out his hand and rubbed her head, and said with a smile:
"Let's go! Don't keep Master waiting anxiously!"

(End of this chapter)