Chapter 531: Root, Sacral, Navel Chakras

In the Zhu Rong tomb, Hua Changxi, whose qi and blood had returned to peak condition, did not leave immediately. Instead, a strong sense of defiance rose within her.

Internally, she finally realized that her inability to break through was not only due to insufficient mental state but also related to the limitations of the Vermilion Bird Divine Art itself.

The mission of "protecting the living" required by the Vermilion Bird Divine Art was too heavy; under the pressure, she instinctively wanted to retreat and escape. Externally, various forces attempted to force her to share the Nine Nether Soul Realm, which to her was nothing less than outright coercion.

Trapped by internal struggles and external threats, she no longer wanted to face the problems and decided to continue seclusion to temper her physical body.

Previously, in order to break through and compensate for her insufficient mental state, she had deliberately gone out for training, and indeed, it had been a while since she last properly cultivated.

Since opening the Spirit Platform was temporarily unsolvable, she would refine the body instead.

Thinking back to when she hastily stepped into the eighth level of the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art in the Parasol Tree Forest and the dangers she encountered, Hua Changxi still felt a lingering fear in her heart.

The eighth chapter of the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art—Flesh Universe Chakras.

Hua Changxi sat cross-legged in the center of the egg-shaped space, her mind calm, silently activating this supreme and unyielding body-tempering technique.

In an instant, it was as if a galaxy hung inverted within her body, and a chain of energy slowly emerged, centered on her spine, piercing through seven vital acupoints from bottom to top.

Root Chakra, Sacral Chakra, Navel Chakra, Heart Chakra, Throat Chakra, Brow Chakra, Crown Chakra—seven star-ring-like energy vortexes arranged in sequence, like the primordial pulses at the dawn of the universe.

At this moment, however, only the Sacral Chakra, the source of power, shimmered with flowing light like blazing fire; the other six remained dim, like sleeping stars.

The light chain connecting the seven chakras was like withered vines and broken threads, with no energy flowing between them. The entire chakra chain resembled a severed heavenly ladder.

Hua Changxi "looked" at the dim chakras within her body and thought of the immense damage to her physical form during this journey to the Nine Nether.

Perhaps once all seven chakras were lit simultaneously, her qi and blood circulation would form its own world, achieving a dynamic balance between physical consumption and self-repair.

The Zhu Rong tomb contained the law of proving the Dao through power, which perfectly aligned with the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art, making it an excellent place for body refinement.

Hua Changxi immediately focused her mind, drawing qi and blood energy to charge directly at the lowest Root Chakra.

The Root Chakra, the anchor to the earth, like roots taking hold.

As vast qi and blood continuously poured in, the long-dormant vortex of the Root Chakra finally trembled faintly. A thread of earthy yellow light began to flow from its center, first like a trickling stream, then like surging waves.

Soon, her feet seemed to connect with the entire earth—beneath her skin, gilded veins spread like the roots of an ancient tree, embedding deep into the void, as if taking root in the womb of the earth, drawing endless power from the earth's veins.

This power slowly climbed along her spine, soaking every inch of her muscles and bones like a warm current, allowing her body, tense from the Nine Nether journey, to feel for the first time a sense of solidity and fullness rooted in the foundation.

Time passed quietly, and within the egg-shaped space, only the humming sound of qi and blood flowing could be heard.

When the power of the Root Chakra accumulated to its peak, Hua Changxi shifted her mind, guiding the qi and blood energy to charge directly into the region three inches below her navel—the Sacral Chakra, the source of power.

As the qi and blood energy poured in, the vortex of the Sacral Chakra was like a sun ignited, continuously bursting with blinding red-gold light.

The vortex spun at high speed, forming a bottomless furnace of power that drew in all the brute strength, subtle force, spiritual energy absorbed from heaven and earth, and fragments of laws perceived from the Zhu Rong tomb that she had cultivated over the past.

Those once scattered forces collided and merged within the furnace, eventually transforming into pure qi and blood energy that surged through her meridians to her limbs and bones.

She could clearly feel that with every breath, the Sacral Chakra was inhaling and exhaling the energy of heaven and earth, as if all the power in the world was converging toward her, adding even more mountain-crushing, peak-shattering domination to her already formidable physical body.

After the Sacral Chakra was fully charged, Hua Changxi did not pause for a moment but continued to guide the energy upward, directly to the Navel Chakra—the source of life.

Unlike the dominance of the Sacral Chakra, the lighting of the Navel Chakra was more like a gentle revival.

The vortex slowly unfolded, like a blooming green lotus, its petals layered one upon another, each petal flowing with gentle vitality.

Intense green light radiated from the stamen, flowing through the meridians. Wherever it passed, the hidden injuries from the Nine Nether journey healed at a visible rate, dried-up cells regained vitality, and even the depths of her marrow felt a numbing warmth.

She could "see" these life forces, like fine spring rain, nourishing every inch of damaged tissue, gradually repairing and strengthening the body that had once been on the verge of collapse.

Although the radiance of the Navel Chakra was not as dazzling as that of the Sacral Chakra, it carried a resilience of endless vitality, gradually making her aura, weakened by excessive consumption, become full and prolonged.

As time passed, the steadiness of the Root Chakra, the dominance of the Sacral Chakra, and the vitality of the Navel Chakra resonated with each other, forming a preliminary energy cycle within her body.

Half a year had passed since the Nine Passes Auction, and as the Lingguang Hall remained quiet, even the Xuanfu Mansion could not hold back and directly sent Left Army Guard Wei Changgeng to the Celestial Department to gather information.

Wei Zhenjie had just gathered a batch of resources from various places and sent them to the coast. He was drinking spiritual tea to relieve his fatigue when Wei Changgeng arrived.

"You really can stay calm!"

Wei Zhenjie glanced sideways at him and continued drinking tea: "Say what you have to say, or leave quickly. Don't disturb my rest."

Wei Changgeng walked over and sat down: "What kind of attitude is that? I am still your elder."

Wei Zhenjie heard this and couldn't even be bothered to reply.

Wei Changgeng saw this and felt somewhat helpless: “It’s been almost half a year since the Nine Passes Auction, and there hasn’t been a single stir from Lingguang Hall. Are you really going to ignore the matter of the Nine Nether Soul Realm?”

Wei Zhenjie put away his constant-vibrating Thought Link, his face full of resignation: “Go on, tell me—what can I actually do?”

Wei Changgeng looked at him: “The Lord of Lingguang Hall may not realize how important the Nine Nether Soul Realm is to the human race. You should step forward and give her a hint.”

Wei Zhenjie didn’t argue the point, but still shook his head: “I’ve sent no fewer than a dozen messages to Lingguang Hall, and the reply is always that the Lord is in seclusion.”

Wei Changgeng frowned: “When the Five Directions Grand Array was broken open, I didn’t sense that the Lord of Lingguang Hall was injured.”

Wei Zhenjie: “That one went down to the fifth abyss of the Nine Nether and even crossed blades with a Nightmare Tapir—who knows what else she ran into along the way. It’s entirely possible she really was hurt.”

Wei Changgeng grew anxious at once: “Then what do we do? If that’s truly the case, and the Lord of Lingguang Hall is going to go into seclusion to heal for several years or even longer, are we just supposed to sit here and wait?”

Wei Zhenjie shrugged: “What else? The Netherworld Firewood is in her hands. No matter how anxious we are, it’s useless.”