Chapter 3 Qilin Breathing Technique
No wonder the Nest Emperor dared to capture this Qilin; it had already fallen into the clutches of a ferocious beast.
Looking at the Qilin's malevolent aura, Feng Zichen understood that it had been corrupted by evil energy, completely losing its intelligence and its auspicious beast status, becoming a ferocious creature hated by heaven and earth.
Otherwise, the Nest Emperor and his people wouldn't have dared to hunt the Qilin. After all, the Qilin was an auspicious beast; killing it was considered unlucky and would diminish one's own fortune.
Feng Zichen watched for a while, then decided to leave. This Qilin possessed at least the cultivation of a Celestial Immortal; a single breath from it could kill him. Normally, he would keep his distance from such creatures. If it weren't currently unconscious, Feng Zichen would never have approached it.
Just as he was about to leave, the Primordial Dao Seal in his sea of consciousness suddenly flickered, guiding him closer to the Qilin.
Sensing the movement of the Primordial Dao Seal, Feng Zichen was incredibly excited. Ten years had passed, and the Primordial Dao Seal had finally responded. Was his cheat code about to be activated?
Following the guidance of the Primordial Dao Seal, Feng Zichen quickly placed his hand on the Qilin beast.
The touch was icy cold, followed by a chill mixed with chaos that surged up his arm and into his sea of consciousness.
Within his sea of consciousness, the Primordial Dao Seal glowed faintly, and the chaotic intent that had invaded his consciousness was dispelled before it even had a chance to take effect.
Feng Zichen couldn't help but shudder. Thankfully, the Primordial Dao Seal protected him; otherwise, that chaotic intent would have destroyed his intelligence, turning him into a monster only capable of destruction.
The tremor from his fingertips pulled Feng Zichen back to reality, drawing his attention to the Qilin beast.
The Qilin lay on the ground, breathing unconsciously, the surrounding innate energy flowing into its body with each breath, permeating its limbs and bones.
Feng Zichen watched with envy; this was a scene he had always dreamed of—breathing in innate energy to strengthen his body. Unfortunately, what he couldn't achieve despite his immense efforts was merely instinct for the Qilin.
Listening to the Qilin's breathing, Feng Zichen seemed to discern a certain rhythm. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that with each breath, the Qilin's scales opened and closed, its flesh trembled incessantly, and its body emitted thunderous sounds.
The trembling he had felt earlier was from the Qilin's breathing.
Strangely, Feng Zichen began to breathe in the same rhythm as the Qilin, a soft sound emanating from within him.
Within his sea of consciousness, wisps of merit energy surged towards the Hongmeng Dao Seal. The Hongmeng Dao Seal absorbed the merit energy, emitting a hazy purple light that illuminated Feng Zichen's sea of consciousness.
In a daze, Feng Zichen felt as if he had transformed into a Qilin, breathing according to a special rhythm, and a series of wondrous insights surfaced in his mind.
Outside, when the Hongmeng Dao Seal emitted light, Feng Zichen's breathing rhythm changed, similar to the Qilin's, yet subtly different. These differences made this breathing technique even more suitable for him.
After adjusting his breathing, Feng Zichen felt an unprecedented relaxation, his entire body glowing.
His stomach contracted rapidly, gushing forth streams of heat—the meat of the ferocious beast he had just eaten, now being rapidly digested.
His blood flowed rapidly, making a gurgling sound, carrying the energy from his stomach throughout his body.
A thunderous rumble resounded as Feng Zichen's bones vibrated violently, accelerating the absorption of this energy.
His spleen, in particular, emitted a yellow light, with the faint image of a Qilin leaping within it.
Feng Zichen's transformation attracted the attention of many. Everyone stared at him with worried eyes, unsure whether his change was good or bad.
Suirenshi flashed, appearing solemnly beside Feng Zichen. After a moment of focused perception, he let out a long sigh and relaxed. Although Suirenshi didn't know the reason for Feng Zichen's transformation, he sensed that it was developing in a positive direction and would be extremely beneficial to Feng Zichen. Therefore, he waved his hand, dispersing the crowd, and silently stayed by Feng Zichen's side.
After a while, Feng Zichen was awakened by a wave of hunger and couldn't help but stop his breathing technique.
Hungry, so hungry!
Upon regaining consciousness, an immense hunger struck, and Feng Zichen's stomach rumbled. He now wished he could devour the ferocious Qilin beast before him alive.
Suirenshi, hearing the rumbling of Feng Zichen's stomach, smiled slightly and took out a spiritual fruit, handing it to him.
Only then did Feng Zichen notice Suirenshi beside him. Without bothering to bow, he quickly snatched the fruit and stuffed it into his mouth. A surge of energy spread through his body, greatly alleviating his hunger, and Feng Zichen groaned contentedly a few times.
"Suirenshi, why have you come?" Coming to his senses, Feng Zichen asked.
"Is there anything wrong with your body?" Suirenshi didn't answer his question but instead asked with concern.
Upon hearing this, Feng Zichen immediately became excited, saying, "Suihuang, I'm alright! I've found a way to become stronger! Look..."
As he spoke, Feng Zichen demonstrated the Qilin Breathing Technique to Suirenshi.
When Feng Zichen first arrived in the prehistoric world, he was in a daze for three years. During those three years, Suirenshi had been taking care of him. Otherwise, he, an infant, wouldn't have survived.
Therefore, he held Suirenshi in exceptional respect, and their relationship was extremely close.
As the breathing technique was activated, Feng Zichen's entire body trembled and glowed, his blood flowed rapidly, even making a gurgling sound.
The spiritual fruit he had just eaten was quickly refined, transforming into streams of heat that spread throughout his limbs and bones, gradually strengthening Feng Zichen's physical body.
Suirenshi watched this scene in astonishment, his heart filled with disbelief.
He knew, of course, that Feng Zichen couldn't cultivate, and he had tried many methods to address this, but none had worked.
Finally, he heard that the Dragon Palace contained countless rare treasures, so he planned to travel to the East Sea Dragon Palace in a few years to obtain spiritual fruits and forcibly raise Feng Zichen's cultivation level.
Unexpectedly, he actually came up with a solution himself; one could only say he was a born saint.
The emergence of the Breathing Technique was of great significance to the human race. For humanity to continue its lineage, the emergence of ten generations of humans was inevitable. However, as beings born later in life, these ten generations of humans could not adapt to their natural environment and mostly perished prematurely.
Now, Feng Zichen had created the Breathing Technique, allowing humans born later in life to grow stronger step by step, effectively saving the future of humanity.
As the patriarch of the human race, Suirenshi naturally understood the importance of the Breathing Technique. After receiving the Breathing Technique from Feng Zichen, Suirenshi instructed him to cultivate diligently before hurriedly departing.
Feng Zichen excitedly returned to his cave, intending to finish the remaining beast meat.
The essence of the Breathing Technique was to accelerate one's metabolism, extracting energy from food to strengthen the body. Therefore, the more one ate, the faster one's strength would increase.
(End of Chapter)