Human Sovereign Body Art, circulate!
The profound art began to operate. In an instant, Ye Chen's entire body, his limbs and bones, began to writhe piece by piece. His flesh and blood, like starving men who had gone hungry for ten lifetimes, frantically absorbed the vast amounts of spiritual energy within his meridians.
Crackle, pop—
One could faintly hear the sounds of his tendons and bones intertwining and resonating within Ye Chen's body, like the beating of drums, continuously sounding as they wantonly absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, undergoing strengthening.
Since ancient times, it has been passed down that within heaven and earth, there exists a method focused on body cultivation, capable of achieving a Vajra Indestructible Body, impervious to all calamities, eternal and everlasting.
It is said that once this method is perfected, one can claim to be a human world unto oneself. A single punch can shatter the heavens, a single step can collapse the vast firmament of ages, and a gaze can annihilate the cosmos, achieving a body of freedom and indestructibility.
The true name of this method has been lost to time, with few in the world still remembering it. However, it is divided into three parts that exist in the world: the Heaven, Earth, and Human parts. The Human part is for entry, the Earth part for evolution, and the Heaven part for great perfection.
The Heaven and Earth parts are difficult to find in the world, but the Human part can occasionally be obtained. This is precisely the Human Sovereign Body Art.
Like the Tyrant Heaven Refining Saint Art, it is also a body cultivation method. In truth, it is not much inferior to the first thirty-six body refining diagrams of the Tyrant Heaven Refining Saint Art.
Because once the Human Sovereign Body Art reaches great completion, one's blood and qi will transform into a golden color, achieving a Golden Body, Vajra Indestructible, impervious to blades and spears.
In his previous life, before achieving the Battle Sacred Body, he had cultivated this method, reaching great perfection. He had once faced off against a super expert at the Martial God realm while still at the Xiantian realm, and even managed to slay one.
The might of the Human Sovereign Body Art can be seen from this.
If the Tyrant Heaven Refining Saint Art is about continuously stimulating the body, digging into its potential to make breakthroughs, then the Human Sovereign Body Art follows a different path. It can use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to nourish the muscles and body, strengthen the physique, and refine the Golden Body.
The two body cultivation methods each have their own strengths.
But in this life, Ye Chen planned to cultivate both supreme body cultivation methods, undergoing dual strengthening to lay a solid foundation for the future revival of his Sacred Body bloodline.
The vast amounts of spiritual energy absorbed through the widened meridians from the Emerald God Liquid and the Human Sovereign Pagoda were instantly channeled. Through the operation of the Human Sovereign Body Art, every muscle in his limbs and bones began to writhe, frantically absorbing the massive spiritual energy within his meridians, continuously strengthening.
Crackle, pop—
At this moment, with the Human Sovereign Body Art in operation, the flesh and blood throughout Ye Chen's limbs and bones trembled and resonated in harmony. Blood and qi intertwined as vast amounts of spiritual energy were ceaselessly absorbed, thoroughly replenishing his body.
Ye Chen could feel that his body was growing stronger with each passing moment, constantly surpassing its previous state, advancing toward greater power...
In the following days, Ye Chen simply went into seclusion, and not just for a day or two, but for a long-term retreat that would last several months at a time.
Because he did not want to waste unnecessary time. The present was the best opportunity, and with the Emerald God Liquid in hand, he could maximize the excavation of his potential.
In the mountains, there is no reckoning of time; in cultivation, there is no sense of years.
The sun rose in the east, the sunset descended in the west, the wheel of time turned.
Day after day passed, followed by month after month...
Since refining the "Emerald God Liquid," Ye Chen had completely adopted a reclusive lifestyle of deep seclusion, immersing himself in thorough cultivation within his own courtyard.
Even meal times were reduced to just one per day. Only in the evening would he have Huan'er bring a single nutritious and hearty meal. Otherwise, during his cultivation period, he would not interact with outsiders at all, even politely refusing visits from his own parents, making it clear he was in strict seclusion.
To save time, he even cultivated the Tyrant Heaven Refining Saint Art and the Human Sovereign Body Art simultaneously while using the Emerald God Liquid for assisted cultivation. It could be said he was cultivating both internal energy and physical body, neglecting neither.
The process was arduous and monotonous, with no one to talk to. It was not something any ordinary young man or woman could easily endure.
But for Ye Chen, it was not a problem at all.
Because he had informed his father in advance about his seclusion, Ye Ao had issued an order: during Ye Chen's seclusion, no one was allowed to barge into his secluded place without permission. Otherwise, they would face clan law, with the severe penalty of being executed on the spot, to be carried out by experts within the clan.
This strict order caused much dissatisfaction among many in the Ye family at the time. Ye Ao was being overly protective of his son, wielding his authority too heavily, which undermined his own authority.
Many even secretly mocked Ye Chen as nothing but a waste, saying that even if he went into seclusion, he couldn't possibly cultivate.
But Ye Ao paid no heed to any of it. For Ye Chen, his only son, he did not mind confronting the three elders. After all, they were already adversaries.
Precisely because of this, Ye Hua, who harbored ill intentions toward Ye Chen, did not dare to barge into Ye Chen's courtyard to disturb his cultivation. Those with ulterior motives, upon seeing the two burly, bloodthirsty personal guards of the family head stationed at the entrance to Ye Chen's courtyard—knowing they were true experts who had experienced life and death—quickly suppressed their schemes and hurriedly detoured around.
Only occasionally, from Ye Chen's courtyard, one could hear dull thuds, and even rumbling sounds that echoed incessantly, causing great astonishment.
The two family head's personal guards were occasionally very curious, wanting to know what was happening inside the courtyard they were guarding, but ultimately did not dare to overstep and look.
Only sometimes, they would see people sent by Ye Ao arriving, carrying large, heavy objects covered with canvas into the courtyard, which made people quite curious.
Spring passed and autumn came. In the blink of an eye, it was already the fifth month since Ye Chen's rebirth, the season of early autumn.
At this time, it had already been four months since Ye Chen began his solitary seclusion.
Creak—
The tightly shut door of the courtyard finally opened, dust flying from the mat. A figure strode out, black hair casually draped, his figure tall and straight, walking into the courtyard.
This person was none other than Ye Chen.
Four months had passed, and he seemed to have undergone quite a few changes. His figure was even taller and more upright, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. Although stubble had appeared on his face, it did not diminish his youthful majesty. Paired with his deep, profound eyes, it added a mysterious and mature charm.
The loose robe draped over his body was already tattered and torn, but Ye Chen paid it no mind. He did not change immediately. Instead, he suddenly stood still, his eyes slightly closed, like a stone statue, motionless, silently standing in the courtyard.
At this moment, his aura gradually became faint and ethereal, as if merging with heaven and earth, becoming one, undetectable.
In the end, his aura completely vanished. Even a Xiantian expert would be unable to sense his presence.
He seemed to be a part of this heaven and earth, indistinguishable from it.
After a long while, Ye Chen's eyes suddenly opened, emitting a dazzling radiance, like cold lightning splitting the air, impossible to look at directly.
Then the piercing light in his eyes receded, becoming deep and mysterious.
Ye Chen took a deep breath, then instantly exhaled. This breath, meeting the cold air, turned into a mist that condensed without dispersing, shooting out like a sharp arrow. With a whoosh, it pierced through the other mist, only dissipating after traveling ten meters away.
If any outsider were present to see this, they would surely be greatly shocked. Because exhaling breath that condenses without dispersing, with long breath like an arrow, is precisely a manifestation of the seventh level of the Houtian realm.
Had Ye Chen, after only four months of seclusion, actually broken through to the seventh level or above?
Such cultivation speed was simply too astonishing.
One must know that five months ago, Ye Chen had just awakened his memories and was still only at the small realm of the third level of Houtian. But in just five short months, he had consecutively advanced four small realms. The speed of his promotion was terrifyingly fast.
It must be understood that although the nine levels of Houtian are the most basic cultivation realms of the human body, they are also the foundation. Breaking through each level basically requires spending more than half a year, and there are even many people who take a full year to break through just one level. It's not that one can break through just because they want to in the lower realms.
Only exceptionally talented geniuses can break through one level in just two or three months.
But now, Ye Chen had advanced from the third level of Houtian to the seventh level in just five months. Advancing four small realms in five months—not to mention in a small place like Luo Feng City, even if one looked across the entire Tian Du Continent, this would absolutely be shocking news.
Even the "Ye Chen" of the past, who became the youngest Xiantian in history at thirteen, had never achieved this step.
However, for Ye Chen, all of this seemed only natural.
The rich cultivation experience from his previous life, the Human Sovereign Pagoda, the Emerald God Liquid, the Tyrant Heaven Refining Saint Art, the Human Sovereign Body Art... with all these treasures at his disposal, not to mention his Xiantian realm physical body from before, if he still couldn't reach this step with all these factors combined, then Ye Chen truly would be a waste.
However, the breakthrough in realm was not Ye Chen's greatest achievement; it was something else.
Ye Chen slightly moved his muscles and bones. Immediately, a series of crackling sounds of bones shifting came from within his body, like the clashing of metal, clear and resonant.
Swish—
He suddenly moved. His entire person instantly vanished from his original spot, reappearing five zhang away. A boulder the size of a house was flicked up by the tip of his foot, tumbling several times in the air before landing heavily with a thunderous boom, causing nearby people to look over in surprise.
The two family head's personal guards at the courtyard gate were already accustomed to such sights and remained unmoved.
"I've been in seclusion for a full four months now. I'm afraid Father and Mother are worried and miss me. Since the cultivation medicinal liquids are all used up anyway, it's time to go out for a walk, and also go check if the Hundred Herbs Liquid has been sold."
Ye Chen muttered to himself, his stubbled face, which gave him a weathered look, revealing a smile for the first time. "Besides, the basic cultivation is complete. It's time to advance further. Perhaps I can venture into the Demonic Beast Mountain Range. That's not a bad idea."