Chapter 531: Root Chakra, Sacral Chakra, Navel Chakra

Inside the Zhurong Tomb, Hua Changxi, whose qi and blood had fully recovered to their peak, did not leave immediately; instead, a fierce rebellious impulse arose within her.

Internally, she finally realized that her inability to break through the realm stemmed not only from deficiencies in her state of mind but also from the inherent limitations of the Zhu Que Divine Art itself.

The mission of "protecting all living beings" required by the Zhu Que Divine Art was too heavy a burden; as pressure bore down, her instinct was to shrink back and flee. Externally, various factions sought to force her to share the Nine Nether Soul Realm, which amounted to nothing less than naked coercion against her.

Trapped by internal dilemmas and external threats, she no longer wished to face these problems and decided to continue her secluded cultivation to temper her physical body.

Previously, to break through and remedy her mental shortcomings, she had intended to venture out for trials, and indeed, she had not properly cultivated for quite some time.

Since opening the Spirit Platform offered no immediate solution, she would simply temper her body instead.

Recalling the danger she faced when hastily stepping into the eighth realm of the Nine Transformations Mysterious Art within the Wutong Forest, Hua Changxi still felt a lingering tremor in her heart.

The eighth volume of the Nine Transformations Mysterious Art: The Flesh Universe Chakras.

Sitting cross-legged at the center of the Egg Space, Hua Changxi settled her mind and quietly began circulating this supreme, unyielding body-tempering technique.

In an instant, it seemed as though a galaxy inverted within her body; an energy chain centered on her spine, piercing seven vital acupoints from bottom to top, slowly materialized.

Root Chakra, Sacral Chakra, Navel Chakra, Heart Chakra, Throat Chakra, Brow Chakra, Crown Chakra—seven energy vortices resembling stellar rings aligned in sequence, like the primal pulse at the dawn of the universe.

Yet, at this moment, only the Sacral Chakra, the Source of Power, circulated with brilliance, burning like fierce fire; the other six chakras remained like sleeping stars, dim and lightless.

The light chains connecting the seven chakras resembled withered vines and broken threads, devoid of any energy flow; the entire chakra chain looked like a celestial ladder severed in the middle.

Hua Changxi "looked" at the dim chakras within her body, recalling the immense physical toll exacted during this journey to the Nine Nether Realm.

Perhaps, once all seven chakras were ignited simultaneously and her qi and blood circulation formed a self-contained world, she could achieve a dynamic balance between physical consumption and self-repair.

The Zhurong Tomb contained the laws of proving the Dao through strength, which resonated perfectly with the Nine Transformations Mysterious Art, making it an ideal place for body tempering.

Hua Changxi immediately steeled her resolve, mobilizing her qi and blood force to surge directly toward the lowest layer, the Root Chakra.

The Root Chakra, the Anchor of the Earth, resembled deep-rooted tendrils.

As vast quantities of qi and blood continuously poured in, the long-silent vortex of the Root Chakra finally trembled slightly; a wisp of earth-yellow light began to circulate from its center, first like a trickling stream, then rising like surging waves.

Soon, her feet seemed to connect with the entire earth—beneath her skin, gilded meridians spread like the root systems of ancient trees, embedding deeply into the void as if taking root in the womb of the earth mother, drawing upon endless power from the earth veins.

This power climbed slowly up her spine, permeating every inch of muscle and bone like a warm current, allowing her physical body, previously tense from the Nine Nether journey, to feel a sense of stability and fullness originating from its very foundation for the first time.

Time slipped away quietly; within the Egg Space, only the humming sound of circulating qi and blood remained.

When the power of the Root Chakra accumulated to its peak, Hua Changxi shifted her thought, guiding the qi and blood force to surge straight toward a point three inches below her navel—the Sacral Chakra, the Source of Power.

As the qi and blood force injected into it, the vortex of the Sacral Chakra erupted like an ignited sun, continuously bursting forth with dazzling crimson-gold light.

The vortex spun at high speed, forming a bottomless furnace of power that sucked in all her previously cultivated brute strength and subtle skills, along with spiritual qi drawn from heaven and earth and fragments of laws comprehended within the Zhurong Tomb.

Those once-scattered forces collided and fused within the furnace, ultimately transforming into pure qi and blood force that rushed through her meridians to her limbs and hundreds of bones.

She could clearly feel that with every breath, the Sacral Chakra inhaled and exhaled the energy of heaven and earth, as if the power of the entire world were converging upon her, adding several degrees of mountain-crushing and valley-severing dominance to her already formidable physical body.

After the Sacral Chakra was filled, Hua Changxi paused not even for a moment, continuing to guide the power upward until it reached the Navel Chakra—the Source of Life.

Unlike the dominance of the Sacral Chakra, the ignition of the Navel Chakra resembled a gentle revival.

The vortex slowly unfolded like a blooming green lotus, its petals layered upon layered, each circulating with moist vitality.

Rich green halos drifted out from the flower's core, flowing along the meridians; wherever they passed, hidden injuries from the Nine Nether journey healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, dried cells regained their vitality, and even deep within her bone marrow came waves of tingling warmth.

She could "see" that this vitality was like fine spring rain, nourishing every inch of damaged tissue, gradually repairing and strengthening her physical body that had once been on the verge of collapse.

Although the light of the Navel Chakra was not as dazzling as that of the Sacral Chakra, it carried a tenacious, endless vitality, causing her aura, previously weak from excessive consumption, to gradually become full and enduring.

As time passed, the steadiness of the Root Chakra, the dominance of the Sacral Chakra, and the vitality of the Navel Chakra responded to one another, forming an initial energy cycle within her body.

Half a year had passed since the Jiuguan Auction; seeing that the Lingguang Hall remained silent, the Xuanyuan Manor could endure it no longer and directly dispatched Wei Changgeng, the Left Army Garrison Commander, to the Celestial Division to investigate.

Wei Zhenjie had just gathered a batch of resources to send to the coast and was drinking spirit tea to relieve his fatigue when Wei Changgeng arrived.

"You really know how to keep your cool!"

Wei Zhenjie slanted a glance at him and continued drinking his tea: "Speak if you have business; if not, leave quickly and do not disturb my rest."

Wei Changgeng walked over and sat down: "What kind of attitude is this? I am your elder, after all."

Hearing this, Wei Zhenjie could not even be bothered to reply.

Seeing this, Wei Changgeng felt somewhat helpless: "It has been nearly half a year since the Jiuguan Auction, yet there is no movement from the Lingguang Hall side. Are you really going to ignore the matter of the Nine Nether Soul Realm?"

Wei Zhenjie put away his One-Thought Communicator, which had been vibrating incessantly, and said with full helplessness: "Then tell me, what can I possibly do?"

Wei Changgeng looked at him: "The Hall Master of Lingguang Hall may not realize the importance of the Nine Nether Soul Realm to the human race; you should step forward and offer some guidance."

Wei Zhenjie did not refute this statement, but he still shook his head: "I have already sent no fewer than a dozen messages to the Lingguang Hall; every reply stated that the Hall Master is in secluded cultivation."

Wei Changgeng frowned: "When the Five-Direction Great Formation was broken, I did not sense that the Hall Master of Lingguang Hall was injured?"

Wei Zhenjie replied: "That fellow went to the fifth layer of the Nine Nether, the Earth Abyss, and even clashed with a Yanmo; who knows what else might have happened in between. It is quite possible she was indeed injured."

Wei Changgeng immediately grew anxious: "Then what shall we do? If this is truly the case, and the Hall Master of Lingguang Hall must enter seclusion to heal for several years, or even longer, must we simply wait idly?"

Wei Zhenjie shrugged: "What else can we do? The Netherfire Match is in her hands; no matter how anxious we are, it is useless."