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On the way, a small amount of spiritual energy was fed back from the backtracking chain, and the spiritual energy in the dantian became more and more abundant, just one step away from the foundation-building stage.

Late at night, the cold moon quietly climbed up to the treetops, and the thick clouds gradually obscured its brilliance.

Zhang Hui quietly slipped out of bed, opened the study door and walked in.

She took out the beads that Anjie gave her, and with a scratch of her fingernails, the beads rolled out from the net woven with red ropes.

It was the same process. She dripped blood on the beads. The gray wooden beads began to spin and disappeared in an instant.

Zhang Hui looked at her wrist. The first three beads had been well taken care of by her. The first main bead even glowed with a white light, like a beautiful jade. The second and third beads were also white and plump, on the verge of upgrading.

As for the fourth one, it is still the same, gray. After it absorbs merits and is filled with spiritual energy, it will surely look very beautiful.

Zhang Hui sat down cross-legged, relaxing his body and mind, feeling the rare spiritual energy of this world.

As time passed, with each breath, spiritual energy entered her body from the tip of her nose, circulated along her meridians, and then slowly sank to her dantian and gathered there.

Gradually, her dantian became fuller and a cyclone slowly appeared in the center. Tonight she will once again make an effort to reach the foundation-building stage.

I saw the cyclone constantly spinning, and its speed was getting faster and faster, like a tornado, rolling in the spiritual energy stored in the body and the spiritual energy just absorbed, and it was even getting faster and faster.

Zhang Hui’s dantian is now like a soda bottle with a tornado inside. The spiritual power that rises into the sky is controlled by her thoughts and constantly hits the bottle cap.

One second, two seconds... But no matter how hard this tornado made of spiritual energy tried, it was always just a hair's breadth away from the bottle cap.

Just at this moment, the cold moon broke through the cover of the dark clouds, shedding thousands of rays of light, all falling on her.

The few retrospective beads on the wrist suddenly lit up, shining with the moonlight.

In an instant, Zhang Hui felt a large amount of vigorous spiritual energy flowing from his wrist, along his meridians like lightning, sinking to his dantian, entwining with the tornado, blending into one, and heading straight for the bottle cap.

As time passed, the tornado in Dantian seemed to have reached its maximum speed, and its color changed from colorless to thick white, as if it could cross the gap at any time and enter the initial stage of foundation building.

With a bang, Zhang Hui seemed to hear the sound of the bottle cap being blown away.

The spiritual energy that had been accumulated in her dantian broke through the bottleneck that had been suppressed for a long time, like a surging river flowing into the sea. Under Zhang Hui's guidance, it followed her meridians and circulated again and again.

Wherever the spiritual energy goes, the meridians are widened to accommodate more spiritual energy, and every important acupuncture point becomes a small cyclone.

The blood vessels are forced to become more solid and can withstand more pressure from the outside world.

The tornado in the Dantian disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by a vast ocean, which was the spiritual liquid formed by the liquefied spiritual energy.

At this time, Zhang Hui's blood and qi were abundant, the spiritual fluid in his dantian was full, and his five senses had reached a higher level. Without using up all his spiritual energy, his ears could hear any sound within a hundred miles.

She could smell all kinds of odors from the surrounding residents' homes, including smelly feet and toilets, which scared her so much that she immediately closed her sense of smell.

She stood up, shaking her clothes, her eyes like lightning. Fifty meters away, under the eaves, the hairs left on the bird's nest were clearly visible.

Zhang Hui nodded with satisfaction, then released her spiritual sense, taking in everything that happened within ten meters of her.

Yes, her spiritual awareness was much stronger than the last time she established her foundation. Now that she had established her foundation, Zhang Hui couldn't wait to treat her mother's brain disease.

Back in the bedroom, Zhang Hui sat next to his mother, stretched out his hands, and gently and slowly injected spiritual energy into his mother's head.

Entering the sea of ​​consciousness, what came into view was a devastated land. The land was dry and cracked, and there was not a single green plant in sight. The sky was grey and gloomy, with a ball of black mist floating quietly in the middle.

She carefully controlled her spiritual sense and approached the black fog at an extremely slow speed.

Getting closer and closer, she could see clearly that it was not fog, but a mass made up of countless extremely thin black lines.

These countless black lines represent everything that the mother has ever experienced, and each line is filled with hatred, anger, fear, shock and other emotions.

Zhang Hui couldn't bear to watch it, but had to. She sorted out the seemingly confusing ball of thread, extracting the polluted emotions.

After the negative emotions were extracted from the ball of thread, its color turned white and it gradually became submissive, floating in the air like a line.

She increased the injection of spiritual energy, and white lines followed her spiritual consciousness and went to all directions of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The sky cleared up, the ground returned to normal, and the grass was blown by the breeze, creating waves.

In the distance, there are rolling mountains and tall trees rising into the sky. At the foot of the mountain, there is a gurgling stream and schools of fish jumping out of the water.

There is also a small wooden house built against the mountain, with a stream flowing in front of the door.

Zhang Hui controlled his spiritual sense and approached gently. Inside the wooden house, a beautiful young woman was holding a baby girl and humming an eternal lullaby. She looked relaxed and comfortable, with happiness written all over her face.

She suddenly burst into tears, her heart seemed to explode, and surprise filled her entire consciousness.

The woman's sea of ​​consciousness was slightly shaken, and she cried out, wanting to come out to take a look. Zhang Hui quickly calmed down and carefully withdrew his consciousness, like peeling off a thread from a cocoon.

The sky was getting brighter by the window. The night was finally over. The dazzling morning light shone through the gap in the window and shone on Zhang Wenxiu's rosy and shiny face.

She slowly opened her eyes and perceived the world clearly again.

"Knock knock..." There was a knock on the door. It was probably grandma coming to wake them up for dinner.

Sure enough, the next moment, grandma's voice rang out: "Xiao Hui, come out with your mother to have breakfast. We have your favorite dumplings."

Zhang answered and opened the door, and the mother and daughter came out one after another.

Seeing her daughter's ruddy complexion and eyes as black and bright as gemstones, she looked very different. Grandma smiled and said, "Hurry up, it's cold, and the food gets cold quickly."

"Mom, it's okay. I'll heat it up again if it's cold." Zhang Wenxiu continued.

The old lady was about to turn around and leave, but when she heard this, she paused and thought: This doesn't sound like something Wenxiu would say. Her cognition is only at the level of first grade in primary school, and she only remembers eating and playing.

She squinted her eyes and looked at her daughter carefully again. The mother and daughter smiled at each other, and Zhang Hui revealed the answer: "Grandma, Mom is fine."

"Really? You're not kidding me?" The old lady was pleasantly surprised, but also afraid that she was dreaming.

"Really, grandma, Mom has regained consciousness!" Zhang Hui assured her.

"Mom... I'm fine." Zhang Wenxiu smiled with tears in her eyes. After years of dreaming, she woke up to find that everything had changed and the white hair on her mother's head hurt her eyes.

"Old man, come here!" Grandma turned and shouted towards the kitchen.

What's going on? What is the old lady yelling about? Grandpa muttered as he walked over from the small dining room next to the kitchen.

Zhang Yule also followed curiously.

"Our Xiu'er is fine!" When she saw her old man, the grandmother ran over excitedly and said to him while pointing at her daughter.

"Is this true? Xiu'er!" Grandpa's back straightened instantly, his legs and feet no longer hurt, and he walked towards her in three or two swift steps.

"Are you really okay?" He confirmed again and again. He had already made the decision to support his daughter for the rest of her life. Now hearing that his daughter was awake, it seemed like a dream.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back!" Zhang Wenxiu smiled at her parents.

In that smile, there was guilt, gratitude, and even more joy of returning home. All kinds of emotions mixed together and blocked her throat. In the end, there was only a plain “I’m back,” just like when she returned home and greeted her parents as usual.

It was as if these ten years, these ten years of darkness no longer existed.