Wuliang Immortal Clan

Two years later, in the same underground cave, the skeleton of the Golden-Toothed Rat was covered in a thick layer.

A luminous pearl on the cave ceiling is emitting a faint glow.

In the center of the cave, a monk with beard and hair reaching the ground was breathing slowly.

A deep blue sword scar was embedded in his flesh on his chest, looking like an inlaid sapphire decoration. On both sides of the sword scar, there was a ring of fine white lines.

It looked like a tattoo, but more like white roots. The eerie blue light on the sword mark would occasionally flash, followed by a spurt of blood from the edge of the mark, just like being really slashed by a sword. He frowned, enduring the excruciating pain.

Over the past two years, the sword scar has flared up countless times; he's lost count. But as the number of times increased, he gradually grew accustomed to the pain.

He only furrowed his brow occasionally when the sword marks erupted; more importantly, after two years, his body had fully recovered.

The severed meridians have been fully restored under the healing of their own spirit, and are even better than before.

Meanwhile, during the two years of recuperation, his own spiritual power constantly collided with the spiritual light on that sword mark.

He used that sword mark as a whetstone, constantly honing his spiritual power. Time and time again, no matter how many times his spiritual power dissipated, he would gather it again.

This process lasted for thousands of times. He fainted countless times from the excruciating pain, and after waking up, he would refine the monkey wine, gather spiritual energy, and continue this step.

This is true day after day, night after night.

Perhaps it is true that destruction precedes construction; just as his monkey wine was about to run out, an opportunity for a breakthrough suddenly descended upon him without warning.

Having survived such a calamity, he is bound to have good fortune in the future. If he can successfully break through, he will become the youngest late-stage Qi Refining cultivator in the entire Xu family.

At this moment, spiritual energy was spinning wildly in his dantian, with countless other spiritual energies being drawn in and continuously joining the spinning process.

He could feel that the volume of his dantian had reached its limit, yet the spiritual energy was still expanding outwards.

"Snap!"

Finally, his dantian couldn't withstand the pressure and even made a cracking sound. Xu Yuanlang was familiar with this sound; he had heard it countless times in the past two years.

"I can still hold on! I can hold on a little longer, just a little longer, until my dantian completely bursts!"

He kept muttering to himself, and then frantically swallowed all the spiritual items in the storage bag.

"boom!"

Like a hurricane, after refining these spiritual objects, the spiritual power surged into the dantian.

However, the bottleneck in the late stage of Qi Refining was like a giant hand reaching to the sky, tightly gripping Xu Yuanlang's throat. No matter how much he struggled, there was no sign of him breaking through.

Xu Yuanlang suddenly opened his eyes. He had no more spiritual items left and had tried all sorts of methods, but he couldn't break through this bottleneck at all.

If he couldn't break through, who knew how many years it would be before he had another chance to do so? Thinking of this, a ferocious smile appeared on his face as he looked down at the sword scar on his chest.

"Let's make a bet!"

He had a crazy idea, and the tendrils that had been suppressing the sword marks quickly disappeared.

Seemingly sensing his movement, the moment the whiskers disappeared, the spiritual light suddenly awoke like a venomous snake and headed towards his dantian.

Allowing foreign spiritual power, especially one significantly stronger than one's own, to penetrate one's body is tantamount to suicide.

However, Xu Yuanlang couldn't worry about much else at this moment. The breakthrough was imminent. Of course, he could choose to give up this breakthrough and then hone his foundation before attempting another breakthrough later.

Just as he was about to give up, a sword light suddenly appeared before his eyes, casually swung by Li Luojing. The sword light that stretched across the sky fell like divine punishment.

The mountains, the rivers, and the world he saw all vanished. He was lucky to survive and lived like a rat underground for two years.

His hatred has not dissipated to this day, but he also knows very well that if Li Luojing finds that he is still alive when they meet again, she will definitely take action again.

Moreover, they will absolutely eliminate any remaining threats. Even if there is a chance of recovery, those whose heads have been cut off will certainly die.

To survive and seek revenge, one must become stronger at all costs, seizing every opportunity, all for the sake of becoming stronger.

"Thump!"

A muffled sound suddenly came from his dantian, and blood began to gush from his seven orifices. His eyes saw only a sky full of stars.

Li Luo was shocked by the spiritual light surging through his dantian like a soaring dragon, his own spiritual power utterly powerless to resist.

Hang in there!

He frantically manipulated his spiritual power to induce a burst of spiritual light within his dantian, preparing to break through the bottleneck in one go with this power.

"Sizzle!"

His eye ruptured, blood gushing out, and the excruciating pain made his body tremble.

"burst!"

With a low roar, spiritual light erupted, accompanied by bursts of spiritual power like a volcanic eruption that instantly surged within his dantian.

The bottleneck that had remained unmoved was suddenly shattered by the burst of spiritual power, and he stepped into another realm.

His dantian, which he felt was about to burst, had grown larger, and his spiritual power began to settle down and obediently merge into the dantian. He had broken through.

Before he could even feel happy, Li Luo's inspiration suddenly erupted a second time, as if he wouldn't stop until he shattered his own dantian.

"Oh no!"

Faced with Foundation Establishment spiritual power, there is little difference between the mid-stage and late-stage Qi Refining realms; both lead to certain death. Previously, he had been drinking poison to quench his thirst, merely gambling.

The sword wounds on his body reopened. He desperately circulated his spiritual energy in his dantian, trying to suppress the spiritual light, but it was like throwing an egg against a rock. Just when he was about to despair, the seventh leaf on the seven-colored flower slowly grew out.

"Whoosh!"

The leaves unfurled and then rapidly enlarged, gently sweeping across the dantian like a large net.

The burst of inspiration that was about to erupt was swept away like trash.

He was startled and quickly focused his mind to look inside his body. The seventh leaf of the seven-colored flower on his spiritual vein looked like a sword and was emitting a dark blue light.

"Half the mountain is plunged into the cold river!"

This is the seventh leaf's inherent ability: it can seal an attack onto the leaf, but it can only seal one attack at a time, and the user can still use it.

Upon learning the function of this ability, he was overjoyed. This ability had saved his life and given him an extra trump card.

"Hahaha!"

He covered his eyes forcefully, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably, and after laughing loudly, he slowly muttered to himself.

"It's been two years, it's time for me to leave!"

He stood up, his eyes scanning his surroundings with a nostalgic look. He had survived here and even broken through to the late stage of Qi Refining. Today was the time for him to leave.