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Chapter 38 Fetal Breathing, Completed!

His limbs were also thicker than before, but they did not look bulky at all. Instead, they presented a smooth and powerful sense of line.

His figure was subtly elongating.

Originally, Chen Bai's height could only be described as neither tall nor short.

But at this moment, deep within the bones, a series of sore, tingling, and numb sensations came from, which were signs that the bones were regenerating under the stimulation of the essence.

His joints made a soft cracking sound, like bamboo shoots sprouting after a spring rain, and his body grew an inch or so at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The pain brought about by this transformative change is indescribable.

Chen Bai was drenched in sweat, his clothes were soaked through and clung tightly to his skin.

"hiss--"

He clenched his teeth, his lips pressed into a thin line, but a suppressed groan still escaped from deep in his throat.

At the same time, an unprecedented sense of power was also accumulating within him.

It was a feeling of fullness that welled up from the depths of one's bones, like a riverbed that had been dry for many years finally receiving a torrential downpour.

Every inch of land is greedily absorbing the moisture, becoming fertile and abundant once again.

His energy and spirit surged under the nourishment of this immense blood energy, quickly reaching an unprecedented peak.

After an unknown amount of time, the excruciating, tearing pain finally began to subside.

Instead, there is a gentle and persistent warmth.

Chen Bai gasped for breath and slowly opened his eyes.

He looked down at his hands, his gaze sharpening slightly.

His skin changed, becoming smooth and lustrous like jade.

But it wasn't the delicate, pale glow of a woman; rather, it possessed a healthy radiance brimming with vitality.

Like the finest mutton fat jade, it is slightly translucent under the light, yet faintly tinged with a layer of blood-red color.

The skin's surface texture is extremely fine and tight, and the entire membrane is as smooth as a carefully polished piece of jade.

Most remarkably, this membrane is incredibly resilient.

Chen Bai took out a short dagger from his pouch. The blade gleamed coldly, making it a decent ordinary weapon.

He hesitated for a moment, then pressed the tip of the dagger against his forearm and slowly increased the pressure.

"Sizzle—"

The dagger tip pierced the skin as if it were piercing an extremely tough animal hide; the skin sank slightly but was not pierced.

He gritted his teeth and suddenly increased the force in his hand, finally leaving a shallow white mark on his forearm with the tip of the dagger.

But the white mark only lasted for two or three breaths before visibly fading away, leaving not a trace in the end.

"Good heavens..."

Chen Bai gasped and put the dagger back into his pouch.

The resilience of this membrane far exceeds the level that a normal person should have.

Even ordinary cultivators at the early stage of embryonic breathing might not be able to reach this level based solely on the toughness of their skin and flesh.

He slowly stood up and stretched his limbs.

His joints crackled and popped like firecrackers.

He walked to the mirror and examined himself.

The reflection in the mirror looked somewhat different from before.

He had grown about two inches taller than before, his shoulders and back were a bit broader, but his waist was still tight.

His facial features became more defined, and there was a hint of heroic spirit between his brows.

This heroic spirit is not ostentatious, but just right.

It softened his previous somewhat frail appearance, making him look calm and reserved, like a sharp sword sheathed.

What concerned Chen Bai even more was his own eyesight.

Although his eyes were clear, they were not unusual.

But at this moment, the eyes in the mirror faintly shone with a layer of spiritual light, and deep within the pupils, a warm radiance seemed to be slowly flowing.

That's a sign that the body's vital energy is abundant and naturally overflows.

Chen Bai clenched his fist, feeling the power within his body almost overflowing.

Within his dantian, the "dan seedling" that he had been carefully cultivating was undergoing a dramatic change.

Nourished by the vast essence, it has become several times more refined than before.

It resembles a sleeping dragon, coiled deep within its dantian, radiating a restless energy as if it were about to burst forth from the abyss at any moment.

"The essence and energy have been combined, the elixir and furnace are complete, only the furnace fire is lacking—"

Chen Bai took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, formed a mudra with his hands, and slowly closed his eyes.

He didn't rush to take action.

Breaking through the fetal breathing stage is no child's play and allows no room for haste.

He first spent about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn repeatedly circulating his energy throughout his body, completely calming down the surging qi and blood within him, allowing his essence, qi, and spirit to return to a stable and harmonious peak state.

After doing all this, I closed my eyes again and focused all my attention on my dantian.

Within his dantian, the extremely refined "dan seedling" was slowly rotating.

It doesn't spin fast, but it carries a sense of heaviness that shouldn't be underestimated.

Chen Bai carefully sensed the ingredients and was able to distinguish the two components of the elixir seedling—

Essence is the foundation, and Qi is the application.

The essence and energy have already blended together through long-term refinement, and only the final step remains.

fire.

Fetal breathing, also known as fetal breathing, means replacing postnatal breathing with the breathing of a fetus.

To ignite this furnace fire, what is needed is the innate spiritual light that cultivators are born with.

Chen Bai closed his eyes and lowered the curtains, forming the Zi-Wu mudra with both hands to calm himself and slowly infuse his spiritual light.

hum-

In that instant, his entire dantian trembled.

The infusion of innate spiritual light is like the finishing touch in painting a dragon.

"Use vital energy as fuel, the dantian as the furnace, and spiritual light as the fire to refine the elixir seedlings and circulate the chariot."

After passing through "three gates and nine turns," "fetal breathing" is thus achieved...

The text from the "Ancient Commentary on the Embryonic Breathing Classic" involuntarily surfaced in Chen Bai's mind.

The fire is ready.

The pent-up energy and blood seemed to find an outlet at this moment, like a volcano suddenly erupting after a thousand years of slumber.

This immense essence, carrying the nascent divine seedling, flowed upstream along the Du meridian.

The first hurdle: the coccyx.

The second challenge is the spine.

The third challenge: the jade pillow.

With each stage passed, the "Dan Miao" (a type of medicinal seed) condensed further, eventually shrinking to almost the size of a grain of millet.

Perhaps because his accumulated strength was far greater than that of ordinary independent cultivators, this final breakthrough came naturally.

When that tiny, shimmering seedling, the size of a millet grain, reached the dantian (energy center).

Like a young dragon constantly shedding its scales in a raging torrent, growing four claws from its bloody flesh, it finally transforms into a true dragon the moment it returns to its dantian!

"Bang!"

It sounded like a powerful dragon's roar.

In that instant, it was as if an invisible force simultaneously opened up all the acupoints and key points on Chen Bai's body.

Within the dantian, the [fetal breath] that had finally broken through the barriers and emerged after undergoing three trials and nine transformations was now spinning rapidly, suspended in the very center of the dantian.

Shaped like a dragon or snake, it possesses a natural spiritual charm and is imbued with mystery.

That breath circulated continuously in the dantian.

From then on, even without breathing through his mouth and nose, he could survive solely through this fetal breathing.

Chen Bai slowly opened his eyes.

Starting from a penniless ordinary cultivator, he has struggled and persevered to get to where he is today.

This seemingly small step was achieved through countless days and nights of hard work and perseverance.

He exhaled a long, stale breath, which was grayish-white in color and turned into mist when it met the wind, dissipating into the air.

Fetal breathing has been achieved.