Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

"This..."

Dilaka was silent. ’No matter what,’ he thought to himself, ’I have to do something for Mu Chen in the future. Otherwise, I’ll never be at ease. Plus, I’m that boy’s Master.’

...

Back in the Eternal Holy Domain, Mu Chen had no idea that Feng Chaoming was actually Dilaka’s senior brother. He was even more clueless about the status he now held in both of their hearts.

Stepping onto the last stair of the Dazzling Stars, he looked up and immediately saw two pairs of beautiful, smiling eyes blinking at him.

"Uh... you two."

"Welcome back." While Mu Chen was still staring blankly, Mu Junwu blinked and gave him a gentle smile, one filled with a thousand charms.

Mu Chen chuckled and said, "It actually feels a bit like coming home. How did you two know I was back? I thought I hid my aura pretty well."

Chu Aoqing said, "Sister Jun Wu is the administrator of the Eternal Holy Domain. As long as there’s a special spatial fluctuation within the Eternal Holy Domain, she can sense it very quickly."

"I see." Mu Chen nodded. His gaze then shifted to the distant Ten-Colored Lotus Platform, which was radiating a strange, seven-colored light. He felt an inexplicable urge to rush right in and start his cultivation, but he suppressed it.

Rubbing his nose, Mu Chen felt a bit helpless. His long-standing cultivation habits had turned cultivation into an addiction—a craving he couldn’t shake.

"What have you been up to for the past half-month? Why do I feel like there’s something different about you?" Chu Aoqing suddenly asked in surprise, her eyes scanning Mu Chen from head to toe.

Her words immediately caught Mu Junwu’s attention. Being looked at by Chu Aoqing was one thing, but when Mu Junwu’s eyes were on him, Mu Chen always felt an indescribable sensation.

"Now that Aoqing mentions it, I also feel like you’re a bit different." As she spoke, Mu Junwu actually waved a hand around Mu Chen’s body to probe him, then exclaimed, "This feeling... it seems much holier. Is this... Light Attribute Elemental Power?"

With a faint smile, Mu Chen knew he couldn’t hide it from them, so he told them about his trip to Holy Beast Mountain. He didn’t leave out the part about helping Feng Chaoming restore his arm either. After all, Chu Aoqing already knew, and Mu Junwu wasn’t a stranger, so there was no harm in telling her. Besides, he had always felt that Mu Junwu held a very subtle, special affection for him—not with any ulterior motive, but a kind of inexplicable fondness. It was for this reason that Mu Chen judged her to be a trustworthy person.

After listening, Mu Junwu said with a very serious expression, "I understand. But from now on, you must never tell anyone else that you can restore severed limbs. Otherwise, you’ll bring disaster upon yourself. You have to understand, ever since the Emperor Realm strong persons vanished from the Extreme Martial Continent, no one has been able to repair missing limbs."

Mu Chen nodded repeatedly. "I know. I’m only telling you because I trust you."

With that said, Mu Chen glanced at a ring on his left hand. Engraved on it was a number: eighty. This was Mu Chen’s Resource Meter. After winning the faction battle, he, Lei Yun’Er, and Lei Yue’er had simultaneously taken first place, earning thirty days’ worth of Cultivation Resources. Added to the fifty days he had already won from the arena defense cycle, it was exactly eighty days.

’Eighty days,’ he thought. ’Just thinking about it is exciting.’

"What are you planning to do?" Chu Aoqing frowned, seeing Mu Chen staring at the Resource Meter on his finger.

"Cultivate, of course," Mu Chen said, blinking as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"..."

Hearing his answer, Chu Aoqing and Mu Junwu were both speechless. With helpless expressions, they watched as Mu Chen, his eyes gleaming, walked toward the Ten-Colored Lotus Platform. Neither of them had any intention of stopping him.

Only when Mu Chen stepped onto the Lotus Platform and entered a state of Meditation did the two women snap out of it. They exchanged a look, then both shot Mu Chen an exasperated glare and uttered a single word.

"Monster."

Finally, his days of cultivation back on Holy Tomb Mountain fell into a routine. No longer needing to worry about Cultivation Resources, Mu Chen immersed himself in the ocean of cultivation. Fifteen days slipped by quietly. Mu Chen then went to the arena again to meet up with Lei Yun’Er and Lei Yue’er, helping them take first place in the faction battle once more. In doing so, he not only fulfilled his promise to Lei Yun’Er and Lei Yue’er but also replenished his own supply of Cultivation Resources.

And so, he repeated the same three things day and night: Meditation, practicing the Forest of Myriad Manifestations, and Body Forging, never tiring of it. But speaking of the Forest of Myriad Manifestations, one had to mention just how twisted the Senluo Saint was. The Beginner’s Chapter’s Spiritual Net had a total of three hundred layers. Although the rotation of the Spiritual Net only changed every so often, it was still enough to give Mu Chen a massive headache.

After finally making it through the Beginner’s Chapter, Mu Chen nearly had a stroke the moment he entered the Minor Achievement Chapter. The dense Spiritual Net before him now had a staggering one thousand and one layers. The sheer number was bad enough, but what was even more infuriating was that each layer had a different rotation speed and a different mesh size. Even their directions of rotation were different—some spun from left to right, others from top to bottom. In short, to Mu Chen’s eyes, it was a complete mess.

The only thing that brought Mu Chen any comfort was that although the difficulty had increased countless times over, the time allowed to pass through all the Spiritual Nets had also been extended. This time, it was one minute, a full twofold increase. It was, he supposed, a final scrap of consolation.

「One month later.」

Feng Chaoming personally visited the Eternal Holy Domain to inform Mu Chen that the spatial tunnel was complete and took him away on the spot. When Mu Chen returned again, Mu Junwu and Chu Aoqing noticed a new entry in his cultivation routine: every day, at an unscheduled time, he would go to Holy Beast Mountain for three hours. As for what Mu Chen did during those three hours, they had no way of knowing. They only knew that every time he came back, he was bruised and swollen, sometimes even heavily injured. Even so, Mu Chen always had a faint smile on his face, never showing a trace of pain.

Time flew by like a shuttle. Spring passed and autumn came; five months slipped by quietly. This day was not a particularly special one, but for Mu Chen, it was tinged with a hint of inexplicable sadness.

Lei Yun’Er and Lei Yue’er had left Holy Tomb Mountain to prepare for their clan’s coming-of-age ceremony. Mu Chen had always seen the two girls as his own little sisters. Communicating with them during the faction battles always gave him a feeling of ease and comfort. Although they only met once a month, that day was invariably the most relaxing one of the month for Mu Chen.

Watching the two girls step into the spatial tunnel with tears in their eyes, Mu Chen found he couldn’t bring himself to wave goodbye. But just as the spatial tunnel was about to close, Lei Yun’Er suddenly shot out from it and threw herself into Mu Chen’s arms...