Crossing to Douqi Continent and walking sideways

Xiao Muchen struggled to hold on in the violent storm of fighting spirit. His body had already been cut by the wind blades like knives, leaving countless wounds of varying depths. Blood flowed out like a stream, staining his tattered clothes red. Every drop of blood splashed seemed like a elegy for the passing of life. But his eyes were still firm, like two stars burning with blazing flames, staring at the center of the storm, where his hope of breakthrough was - the Amber Realm Flower.

The raging fighting spirit was like countless ferocious beasts, constantly attacking his body with endless anger and frenzy. Every impact brought a sharp pain deep into his bones, and the pain was like countless sharp needles piercing every cell of his body at the same time, as if to tear his soul apart alive. Xiao Muchen clenched his teeth tightly, and blood oozed from his gums. The smell of blood filled his mouth, but it aroused his inner stubbornness. A low roar came from his throat, and the sound seemed so small in the storm, but it was full of unyielding strength, trying to resist the pain that was almost swallowing him.

However, in this extreme torture, Xiao Muchen's state of mind gradually became as calm as water. He no longer simply relied on instinct to resist the impact of the storm, but began to feel the madly surging Dou Qi in the storm with his heart. He slowly closed his eyes, abandoned all external interference, and immersed his whole mind in exploring the flow of Dou Qi.

In the dark inner world, Xiao Muchen seemed to see streams of Dou Qi, which rushed, jumped, and collided. They seemed disordered, but actually contained some mysterious rhythm. Some of those Dou Qi streams were like turbulent waterfalls, rushing thousands of miles; some were like winding streams, flowing slowly; and some were like quiet lakes, deep and restrained. He tried to touch these streams, and his fingertips seemed to be able to feel their temperature and power, to understand their rhythm, and to merge with them.

Suddenly, the Dou Qi in Xiao Muchen's body, which had been suppressed to the point of being stagnant, seemed to be ignited by a spark, and instantly burst out with amazing power. These Dou Qi were like wild horses running wildly in his meridians. Every impact brought unspeakable pain, but at the same time it was accompanied by a strange pleasure, which was the feeling that the meridians were constantly expanding and strengthening.

The veins on Xiao Muchen's forehead bulged, like giant green dragons about to burst out of his body. Beads of sweat fell like rain, hitting the ground and were instantly blown away by the storm. But a strange smile appeared on his face, and in that smile there was both pain and a desire and expectation for a breakthrough.

He could feel that he was undergoing a transformation. Under the impact of this powerful force, the originally blocked meridians gradually became wide and tough, able to accommodate more Dou Qi. Those meridians changed from narrow paths to broad roads, and Dou Qi flowed freely in them, as if thousands of troops were galloping on a vast plain.

His aura gradually rose during this process, and the originally weak and disordered aura began to become strong and stable. Xiao Muchen's body radiated a dazzling light, which echoed with the fighting spirit in the storm, as if they were having a mysterious and ancient conversation. With every breath, it seemed to absorb the purest energy between heaven and earth and transform it into his own power. The energy was like a warm spring breeze, nourishing his injured body and repairing his damaged meridians.

At this moment, Xiao Muchen suddenly opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. The light was like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating the dark world shrouded by the storm. He shouted loudly, and his voice contained endless power and determination. He swung the Star Sword in his hand towards the center of the storm.

This swing condensed all his strength and understanding at the moment. A brilliant sword energy instantly burst out from the Star Sword, rushing into the storm with an unstoppable momentum. Wherever the sword energy passed, the fighting spirits in the storm avoided it, as if they had encountered an irresistible force. The sword energy was like a sharp scalpel, accurately tearing a huge hole in the storm. The fighting spirits around the hole temporarily fell into chaos, and the impact force also weakened, forming a short-lived calm area.

Taking advantage of this brief gap, Xiao Muchen did not hesitate at all. His whole body of fighting spirit instantly burst out, increasing his speed to the extreme, and his figure flew towards the Amber Flower like lightning. Wrapped in fighting spirit, his figure turned into a stream of light, instantly crossing the distance of space.

Just as he was about to approach the Amber Flower, a strong resistance emanated from around the flower. The resistance was like an invisible wall, cold and solid. Xiao Muchen's heart shuddered, but he did not retreat. Instead, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He once again increased the output of his fighting spirit, and the muscles of his whole body were tense, and every inch of his skin exuded a strong pressure.

He stretched out his hands and broke through the resistance. At that moment, he seemed to break through a thick cocoon and usher in a new life. He successfully picked the precious herb, and the amber flower exuded a soft and mysterious light in his hands.

At this time, Xiao Muchen, after experiencing the baptism of this storm and contact with the Amber Flower, has undergone earth-shaking changes. His breath is steady and powerful, no longer impetuous and weak. Every breath is like the breathing of mountains and rivers, containing endless power. His body seems to have been tempered by thousands of hammers, and every inch of muscle contains amazing power, with clear lines, like the most perfect work in the hands of a sculptor.

After this difficult transformation, Xiao Muchen was pleasantly surprised to find that his realm had improved significantly, breaking through from the eight-star Dou Sheng to the early stage of the nine-star Dou Sheng. This breakthrough made his strength a qualitative leap, and his control over Dou Qi became more subtle.

Xiao Muchen slowly landed on the ground. The storm around him seemed to sense his change and gradually calmed down. The wind died down, leaving only his slightly heavy breathing. He looked at the Amber Flower in his hand, his heart filled with emotion and joy. The joy spread in his heart like ripples, making him forget all the pain he had experienced before.

He knew that he had taken another big step towards the Doudi realm. At this moment, Xiao Muchen seemed to see his future self, standing at the top of the Douqi Continent, overlooking all living beings. His gaze was deep and far-reaching, as if it had penetrated the limitations of time and space.

He took a deep breath, calmed down his excitement, and then turned around and walked in the direction he came from. His steps were firm and powerful, and each step was full of confidence and determination. The ground under his feet seemed to respond to his steps, trembling slightly, as if cheering for his transformation.