Chapter Sixteen: Divine Blood Refines the Divine Pulse

  That vague feeling of consciousness made him feel like he was dying, a very familiar feeling because he had experienced it once before. He shouted in his heart, "Don't faint, don't faint," for if he fainted, he would probably die. Perhaps his shouting got a response, and he only felt a mysterious power surging through his limbs from his brain, as if guiding that power. The power manifested itself in purple, and his blood also merged with it, giving off a light purple hue.

  But the power of this drop of blood was too great, like a mighty river pouring into his body, surging ceaselessly, as if to burst him open. Yet his consciousness cleared, and he rolled about wildly, as if searching for something to save himself. Suddenly, he spotted another box, and with an unconscious impulse, he rushed towards it, opening it without hesitation. But what he found inside was only a book, not the lifesaving object he had hoped for.

  "Damn it, ah........." The severe pain coursed through his limbs again, he raised his fist and punched the bookshelf, directly punching a hole in it. He didn't have time to be surprised at why he had such great strength, he only knew that he was in pain, very painful, all the blood vessels in his body seemed to be about to burst, but he couldn't faint. He grabbed whatever he could grab and tore it apart, picking up the books on the ground and ripping them open. Just then, he suddenly discovered a miraculous scene - this book actually depicted a mysterious pulse, connected into a large trend.

  He involuntarily gave birth to a bright understanding, enduring the pain in his body, and according to the book's guidance, he awakened the power within his body. He tried to control this power, and finally, a miracle happened. When the pulse of the book merged with his body, it seemed to integrate with his body, and a powerful force emerged, trying to control this drop of blood. This power seemed to come from heaven and earth, and he was that person. His body formed a small universe, and everything had to be bound by the power of heaven and earth.

  But he was wrong, and the power of that drop of blood suddenly burst out again, as if it were inviolable, directly breaking through Qin Hao's small world, and an even more violent explosion occurred in the acupoints around him, assimilating his blood. At this moment, his body seemed to be not his own, but belonged to that drop of blood, his own blood was not under his control.

  Chaos, everything was in chaos. Qin Hao felt that his blood vessels were like raging beasts bursting to break through all obstacles and engulf everything. In the face of this power, he was so powerless, and that familiar feeling completely disappeared, vanished, as if everything was an illusion. Yet at this moment, the purple energy in his consciousness burst out again like timely rain, and this destructive blood surprisingly submitted to this purple power. Qin Hao felt it was unbelievable.

  But this was not the time to be surprised, he began to cultivate according to the book's records, this was a kind of physical refining method, it was a human dao secret method, depicting the human dao meridians, fortunately, there was no spiritual refinement in here, otherwise Qin Hao would have been stunned.

  The cultivator of the Refining Body was cultivating the acupoints all over his body. In his consciousness, Qin Hao felt that this blood not only had destructive power but also regenerative power, as if it were filling in the gaps in his own acupoints. However, the so-called "Divine Storage" did not move at all, clearly indicating that this blood did not have the function of making up for the deficiency of the Divine Storage's Heavenly Deficiency. It contained the momentum of the blood. He felt that his body was slowly becoming complete. This completeness was not the kind where he had a complete set of limbs, but rather that some hidden acupoints in his body were being connected and linked together into one entity.

  "The vast starry sky, the mysterious and profound, I use my body to outline the Vermilion Bird, the star chart of the Vermilion Bird's momentum, open!" Qin Hao silently recited the mantra in his mouth. At this moment, he seemed to see the Vermilion Bird constellation in the vast starry sky. The Vermilion Bird constellation is composed of 28 stars, corresponding to the 28 hidden acupoints on the human body. Qin Hao's blood power continuously connected these hidden 28 acupoints. Only now did Qin Hao understand what Tian Que meant - those hidden acupoints were not connected but broken. If other cultivators' acupoints were originally open, they would lack how to connect them together, and only break through.

  That power was truly magical, as if his own acupoints were the innate Vermilion Bird Star, possessing infinite star power. The blood's power finally calmed down, as if repairing other hidden acupoints. He could clearly see that the twenty-eight acupoints of the Xuanwu Constellation were also connected by this power. However, when he tried to break through these acupoints, he found it extremely difficult, as if something was always missing in the dark.

  The cultivation of the Refiner is almost the same as that of the Divine Storage, mainly to establish a foundation for carrying the great meridians in the body. The first heavy hook draws the Vermilion Bird's mansion, and the title is named scholar. The second heavy hook draws the Black Tortoise's mansion, and the title is named teacher. The third heavy hook draws the White Tiger's mansion, and the title is named master. The fourth heavy hook completes the Tao, drawing the Azure Dragon's mansion, but the title is not king, but divine general. Moreover, Refiners cannot use magical artifacts before completing the Tao because they do not have divine power, and can only rely on physical strength to fight, which is far inferior to Divine Storage cultivators. This is also the sorrow of Refiners. However, once they break through to the divine general level, Divine Storage cultivators are almost crushed, because Refiners can also fly after completing the Tao. Before completing the Tao, Divine Storage cultivators can use their divine spirit to borrow magical artifacts and fly, but Refiners cannot.

  Ke Qin Hao, however, felt completely different. His body was like a raging fire, his blood was like the Yangtze River rushing forward, and his vital energy was surging towards the sky. He even felt that if he were to confront a cultivator of the Divine Vault, he could directly use his vital energy to overwhelm their divine spirit, putting the cultivator's original divine vault in danger.

  What is transformation, he finally understood, this is a punch that can collapse the entire attic, it's also possible to affect those heavenly veins, what he outlined was Zhuque's residence, which originally didn't belong to heaven and earth, but belonged to another kind of starry momentum.

  "So strong." Qin Hao stood up, feeling as if his body was filled with explosive power. If he had possessed such strength at the bottom of the cliff earlier, he would have smashed Li Chen's head to pieces directly.

  "Mom, isn't it said that cultivators of the same level are evenly matched? Why do I feel like even if the Divine Cultivator's divine spirit comes out, I can still easily kill them?" Qin Hao was puzzled. The old ancestor of the Mystic Gate in front of him had reached the peak of the Human Dao realm, but earlier when he came in, he was startled by the corpse's aura. Now, however, he felt no fear towards it, yet the aura emanating from the corpse made him dare not touch it, for it gave him a sense of danger.

  "This Zhuque's Inn is so powerful, if it goes further, wouldn't it be against the heavens?" Qin Hao felt that the power of that drop of blood not only made up for his physical deficiencies, but also made him worry-free in his future body-refining endeavors. His body's strength was absolutely comparable to steel, and Qin Hao could only describe it as such. The acupoints were the same, just like when practicing martial arts, one must first press down on the "ma bu" (horse step), making the feet stand firmly on the ground, stable as a rock. This was the crucial first step in body-refining, laying the foundation for the body.

  "What a pity that he couldn't break through." Qin Hao's face was filled with regret and discontent. Others who had cultivated their bodies for ten years had some who had failed, but not only did he succeed, he also completely defied the heavens and could suppress the God's Vault cultivators. Moreover, with his current Master's realm, challenging a Master wasn't impossible either. This was the power of the Divine Pulse, as well as that drop of blood.

  Qin Hao picked up the books on the ground and put them away neatly.

  This book is also called the Tai Xuan Jing, unfortunately it's different from the one in the Xuan Men, one is for cultivating Shen Cang and the other is for refining the body. I guess the old ancestor of Xuan Men wanted to cultivate the holes and increase his lifespan, so he created a secret method for refining the human body, but unfortunately, he didn't succeed in opening up the holes, which shows how difficult it is. And cultivating Shen Cang and holes at the same time is basically impossible in this world because the requirements are too high, especially after reaching the Human Dao realm, to achieve the Great Emperor's tribulation is twice as hard, even ordinary nine punishments are rarely passed, let alone double that. How many geniuses reach the perfection of Human Dao only to be reduced to ashes under the nine punishments? This is the ruthlessness of Heaven's Way, the sorrow of cultivators.

  At this moment, Qin Hao really wanted to see how his master would react when he saw that he had successfully cultivated his body. He also thought about the people from the sect who wanted to kill him and the "dressing up as a pig to eat the tiger" incident, which Qin Hao actually enjoyed. However, another problem arose: "My body's qi and blood are surging, and I'm not afraid of ghosts or gods. If they see me like this, it won't be good."

  Thinking of Qin Hao, he tried to withdraw his Qi and blood, but no matter how many times he tried, it didn't work. He could only circulate the stellar meridians of the Tai Xuan Jing, repeatedly flushing and consolidating the foundation of his acupoints. Eventually, he became more and more skilled at controlling the Qi and blood in his body, until he was able to do so with ease. Only then was he satisfied, but he discovered a major problem.

  "My blood is actually a faint purple color, and it seems that this purple color can control the power of that drop of blood. But what exactly caused it? Is it because of my unique divine pulse?" Qin Hao was puzzled, and in the end, he could only attribute it to his divine pulse. However, the pale purple-colored blood always made him feel a bit strange, as if he wasn't human anymore."

  "Master said that we can take the momentum from a dead person to cultivate, but if I do so, the fortune of our sect will be cut off. What should we do when our sect is destroyed? The most important thing is how to take the momentum from a dead person?" Qin Hao thought about it, his heart wasn't that poisonous, he couldn't bear the idea of destroying a family, but punishing those evil people was something he would enjoy, and he didn't know how to take the momentum from a dead person.

  But what he didn't know was that it's fundamentally impossible to extract the power from a dead person, unless there's some kind of supernatural method. Unfortunately, such methods are only possessed by the ancient great emperors, and this world doesn't even have an emperor. In other words, both methods mentioned by Mingyue Xiang were just meant to comfort Qin Hao. Not even Mingyue Xiang could have predicted that Qin Hao would actually go to the tomb of Xuandao Laozu and obtain a drop of blood.

  Qin Hao could feel that there was still a force on the body of Xuan Tian Feng, perhaps it was the aura that his master had mentioned. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been startled when he first came in and felt oppressed by that powerful aura. Even after being dead for so long, he still carried this aura, it was as if he had become an undead creature.

  But this is different from the zombies on Earth, at least this dead person won't move or suck your blood. Qin Hao thought, and finally decided to leave after all, he wasn't so poisonous as to exterminate the entire family, at least he still had some fate with this old ancestor of the Mystic Sect, after all, one can't be too ruthless.

  But at this moment, Qin Hao suddenly felt a chill on his back, and a strong force suddenly pressed against his shoulders. The innate fear and icy coldness made him feel terrified.

  "Hmph!" Unfortunately, Qin Hao was no longer an ordinary person. His vital energy surged like a river, fearless of any evil spirits. A powerful force burst out from his body as he turned around and threw a punch. He didn't care what was clinging to him; all he knew was that whoever threatened him must die, especially in this ancient tomb where there shouldn't be any living people. Even if there were, they would be fellow tomb raiders, and when fellow tomb raiders met, one of them had to die.

  "Bang", but Qin Hao suddenly found that his powerful hand was blocked, and his fist couldn't move forward another inch. The power was terrifying to the extreme.

  At this moment, he finally saw clearly that the one holding his shoulder was a hand, and the one blocking his fist was also a hand. These two hands were none other than those of the mysterious old ancestor, Xuan Tian Feng's...