Chapter 212: Divine Pattern Battle Technique

After running three major cycles in succession, one Spirit Stone was completely refined, and Xu Chen felt that the Spirit Qi in his dantian had been replenished by nearly eighty percent, so he stopped for the time being.

Next, it was time for true cultivation.

He drank a large cup of Divine Blood Paste, and while operating the Grand Void Demon Refining Art, he began to strike at the apertures throughout his body with all his might under the powerful tide of vital energy generated by the stimulation of the Divine Blood Paste.

Inside the tightly sealed stone chamber, the white crystals glowed faintly, illuminating the room with enough clarity.

Inside Xu Chen's body, the tide of vital energy surged continuously like ocean waves into his Twelve Main Meridians and Eight Extraordinary Meridians. As the flesh and blood around the various blocked apertures were constantly blasted open under the impact of the white light, the apertures were also opened one after another. Then, blue starlight began to gather slowly, forming illusory blue light vortices that rotated slowly.

Time flowed by silently.

By the time the medicinal effect of the cup of Divine Blood Paste was completely exhausted, the vital energy in his dantian had hit rock bottom again. At this moment, he also felt extremely hungry; at least three days had passed.

So, he took a Bigu Pill, drank a cup of mountain spring water, and then crushed another Spirit Stone to begin a new round of refining to replenish his vital energy.

Once the Spirit Stone was fully refined and the vital energy in his dantian was replenished to seventy or eighty percent, Xu Chen drank another cup of Divine Blood Paste and began a new round of aperture striking.

In the first round, he had opened nearly thirty apertures in one go.

If this cultivation speed were in the Mortal World, it would almost scare all Zhenyuan Realm cultivators silly.

Generally speaking, being able to break through five to ten acupuncture points in a month is considered heaven-defying talent, and it still requires the consumption of a large amount of Spirit Pills.

Being able to break through three in a month is already a very fast speed.

Many cultivators with ordinary talent, after barely succeeding in Foundation Establishment, might only be able to slowly open one acupuncture point a month. Such people find it very difficult to enter the True Essence Late Stage in their lifetime. They might barely manage to open all their apertures after several decades, but they would certainly have missed the best timing and would absolutely have no chance of reaching Golden Core.

Therefore, besides Spirit Root aptitude and the age of Foundation Establishment, the measure of whether a cultivator can reach Golden Core is the speed at which they open their body's apertures after entering the Zhenyuan Realm. The less time it takes, the greater the chance of reaching Golden Core.

Divine Blood Paste is considered a weakened version of Blood God Grass, and its medicinal power is incomparably strong.

Now that he is in a situation where he can drink it like water, Xu Chen's advancement speed is naturally incomparably fast.

According to his current cultivation speed, he only needs at most two months to break through all his apertures and enter the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

And as more apertures are opened, the circulation of vital energy becomes smoother, the speed of refining and accumulating vital energy becomes faster, and various Magic Treasures and Magic Spells become more handy to use, with their power naturally becoming even stronger.

In the blink of an eye, another three days passed. The medicinal effect of the cup of Divine Blood Paste was exhausted again. Xu Chen opened his eyes, feeling famished. Just as he took a Bigu Pill and drank some water to rest for a moment, preparing to crush another Spirit Stone to replenish his nearly depleted vital energy, he seemed to hear faint clamor and noise outside the stone chamber.

He thought for a moment, stood up, and pushed open the stone door.

Outside, Feng Zhao and Feng Xing were like the two door gods, holding Giant Forks and blocking several Feng clansmen in the alleyway ten zhang away, talking quickly in low voices.

"What happened?" Xu Chen asked via voice transmission.

Everyone was startled and quickly looked over. Feng Zhao ran to Xu Chen with a face full of surprise and said, "Someone has woken up!"

Xu Chen was overjoyed upon hearing this and said, "Let's go, let's take a look!"

So, a group of people crowded around Xu Chen and headed straight for the sleeping grotto.

However, as soon as he walked into the alleyway, the large crowd of Feng clan men, women, and children gathered there burst into enthusiastic cheers. The Elder and the Clan Leader heard the news and ran out of the stone chamber. Seeing Xu Chen, they were immediately filled with excitement, rushed straight to him, fell to their knees with a thud, and kowtowed. With eyes brimming with tears, they transmitted their voices: "Benefactor, you are the reborn ancestor of our Feng clan. Your great kindness and virtue will never be forgotten!"

Xu Chen was left completely bewildered by these two old men and could only pull them up, saying, "It was within my power; why the need for such a grand gesture? I dare not accept the title of reborn ancestor."

The Elder shook his head with extreme excitement and said, "No, no, you truly are our reborn ancestor; otherwise, how could the power of the ancestors manifest?"

Xu Chen was even more confused and said with a dry laugh, "Elder, I don't understand what you mean."

The Elder knew it was hard to explain, so he simply grabbed Xu Chen and walked while saying, "Benefactor, you do not know, but after Feng Liu woke up, the clan mark that had disappeared for countless generations appeared once again."

"What is a clan mark?" Xu Chen was completely baffled.

"Benefactor will know upon seeing it!" The Elder quickly dragged Xu Chen into the stone chamber and pointed to the forehead of the middle-aged man who had already woken up and was lying in the Stone Coffin: "Benefactor, look, this is our clan mark. It has been gone for a very, very long time."

Only then did Xu Chen notice that in the center of the middle-aged man's brow, there was an extra strange cyan pattern, looking like three distorted and deformed Eight Trigrams Ancient Runes.

Large patches of black skin on the man's face were peeling off like rotten paper, revealing some flesh and blood that was still wriggling and regenerating underneath. He looked like a patient with severe burns, which was very terrifying.

But on his newly grown skin, the blood-colored patterns that had been spread all over were almost invisible.

Therefore, this strange cyan pattern on his brow was particularly clear and eye-catching, even protruding slightly from the skin, giving it a very three-dimensional feel.

After seeing it clearly, Xu Chen asked in surprise, "Is this your clan mark? What is it used for?"

The Clan Leader stood by the side, excited, and explained via voice transmission: "The tribes in our Minghuang Di Jie are all passed down from ancient times, and each has its own clan mark. The stronger the tribe, the more obvious the clan mark. It is rumored that when the human race first entered the Underworld to resist the Nether Beasts, there were nine most powerful tribes, and each tribe had a different clan mark. Our Feng clan's clan mark is the cyan wind pattern, and we were the strongest among the nine tribes!"

After roughly understanding, Xu Chen nodded and said, "In other words, only those with this clan mark can truly be considered to have Feng clan blood?"

The Elder nodded quickly and said, "Correct, but that is not all. Those who possess the clan mark are born as the strongest warriors and possess the Divine Pattern Battle Technique of their respective tribes."

"You mean to say that the Divine Pattern Battle Technique of each tribe is different?" Xu Chen asked in surprise.

This time, the Clan Leader answered first: "Correct, our Feng clan is best at wind-type battle patterns. It is said to be the power bestowed by the Wind God. Applying the Divine Pattern Battle Technique can release power capable of destroying the heavens and the earth. Even the strongest Nether Beast is no match for them."

Xu Chen's face twitched slightly.

He thought to himself, who doesn't know how to brag?

If the Feng clan were truly that powerful, why would they have fallen to the point of near extinction?

But thinking about the dark and sunless nature of the Underworld, he felt he was being too harsh. To have passed down through countless years without knowing the time, and to have survived until now in such a harsh environment in Minghuang, indeed requires incomparably formidable strength. Even if a Spirit Realm Great Cultivator were to come here now, they probably wouldn't survive for ten years.

After all, there is neither Spirit Qi nor vitality here, and there are no resources for cultivation or replenishment. Even just wasting away would eventually kill a person, and in the end, their Spirit Qi would be exhausted, and their Soul would be eroded and obliterated by the Underworld Qi, turning them into a mindless Nether Beast.

Even an indigenous person as powerful as the old Witch Master couldn't hold on, let alone an outsider with no understanding of the environment.

"Are you the person from the Mortal World who saved me?"

The middle-aged man lay in the coffin. Although his eyes were open, his aura was exceptionally weak. He looked at Xu Chen with a face full of surprise and wonder.

"Correct, but don't move yet. I need to give you a thorough check-up!" Xu Chen nodded.

"Alright!" The middle-aged man obediently closed his eyes.

Xu Chen pressed his finger lightly on the rune on the middle-aged man's brow, and his Divine Sense, carrying vital energy, penetrated inside. Instantly, an aura of a gale that connected the heavens and the earth rushed toward him, like an illusory blade cutting straight through his vital energy defense and into his Sea of Consciousness.

"Benefactor, be careful!" The Clan Leader and the Elder exclaimed with their faces changing drastically.

"Bang—"

A cyan Wind Blade slashed heavily onto the Blue Light Treasure Bottle, but the bottle only shook slightly, and a stream of blue starlight shredded this Wind Blade into powder.

Although Xu Chen's Soul was not damaged, he was pushed back several steps by the pressure of this aura, only stopping after hitting the stone wall heavily.

What terrifying power. Could this be the Divine Pattern Battle Technique of the ancient Feng clan people?

Xu Chen's face turned pale instantly, and he felt his heart pounding several times faster than usual.

If not for the Blue Light Treasure Bottle protecting his Soul, he would have definitely died from that hit just now.

The middle-aged man lying in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes, sat up from the Stone Coffin in one motion, and roared with a voice that was hoarse with frantic joy: "Divine Pattern, I have sensed a Divine Pattern, hahahaha, my bloodline has awakened..."

"Whoosh~"

The man's voice caused all the Feng clansmen inside and outside the room to exclaim and stir violently; the Elder and the Clan Leader almost jumped up, rushing forward together to ask what kind of Divine Pattern it was.

"Hurricane, I felt the power of a hurricane!" The man was so excited he wished he could jump out of the coffin, but after trying a few times, he slumped back down again.

Xu Chen could not understand the conversation of the Feng clansmen, so he could only step forward to communicate using his Divine Sense, and soon he figured out the middle-aged man's situation.

Right now, not only had he been reborn with a clan pattern, but he had also sensed a powerful Divine Pattern Battle Technique within his body.

The reason he sensed it was that, just now, under the stimulation and counterattack Xu Chen directed at his clan pattern, the Divine Pattern had suddenly appeared clearly in his mind.

(End of chapter)