Shi Yan could no longer maintain his handstand, collapsing directly onto the floor, gasping for breath.

Faint wisps and threads of strange negative energy, invisible to the naked eye but perceptible only through the spirit, drifted out from the acupoints in his head like fine filaments.

This negative energy coiled and tangled within his mind, seeming to interweave with his very nerve fibers.

A searing pain instantly erupted in his skull.

This agony spread like an electric current originating from Shi Yan’s head, surging through his entire body in an instant, activating every single acupoint.

In a mere three seconds!

Thick negative energy began to seep out from every acupoint within Shi Yan's body.

This negative force, emanating from the vital points, ceaselessly coursed through his meridians, slowly permeating the flesh, bone, cells, and viscera throughout his entire being.

It felt as though actual electrical currents were tracing paths through his body; aside from the head, where the intense pain remained unyielding, his limbs were already beginning to visibly shrink and waste away.

A pale, faint mist began to rise from the pores of his skin...

Soon, a ring of ashen, pale fog materialized around him. Within this mist swirled bloodlust and a sinister, mesmerizing evil power!

When every acupoint in Shi Yan’s body had finally expelled its various negative energies, he had lost a full third of his original weight!

Standing there, Shi Yan was skeletal and gaunt, yet his body was saturated with an astonishing, condensed killing intent. This intent remained solidified, swirling around his form as if it had become tangible.

It was at this precise moment that the pain in his mind abruptly and eerily vanished without a trace.

Opening his eyes, Shi Yan suddenly felt his nerves become exquisitely acute, his thoughts crystal clear, his capacity for calculation greatly enhanced, and even the speed of his thinking seemed to have accelerated significantly.

He remained in a state of extreme composure, his mind clearer than ever before!

Those fine threads of negative energy in his mind seemed to have fused miraculously with the nerve fibers there, rendering his body incredibly [Content Omitted].

Standing there, he could even sense the subtle shifts of various negative forces within his own flesh and blood, clearly perceiving the supplementary power those changes afforded him.

In this instant, he resembled a cold, unfeeling machine, seemingly stripped of human emotion. His mind held nothing but methods for annihilating his opponents, focused only on the quickest, most efficient ways to drive his enemy to death.

At this juncture, he was undoubtedly terrifying!

All distracting thoughts were cast aside; only the impulse to slaughter remained. Every idea that formed in his mind was predicated on the premise of killing the enemy.

In this moment, he possessed not a shred of mercy, nor did he consider any repercussions; he was utterly unburdened by concern.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Shi Yan gasped for air like a bloodthirsty beast, radiating killing intent within the gravity chamber. His gaze was so cold it lacked any trace of human emotion, as if searching for a target to devour.

"Stop!"

A fierce shout resonated in his mind. With unyielding willpower, Shi Yan forced the surrounding white mist back into his acupoints.

Suddenly sitting down cross-legged, he closed his eyes, restraining himself, forcing the murderous thoughts from his mind, allowing those strange, wispy negative energies to slowly flow back into the acupoints atop his head.

After a long, long time.

Shi Yan exhaled evenly, the pervasive exhaustion slowly receding as he opened his eyes.

At this point, his gaze had recovered its clarity and depth; the absolute, bloodthirsty chill was gone from his eyes.

Raging Tempest, First Heaven!

Only now did Shi Yan grasp what the true state of the First Heaven of the Raging Tempest truly entailed.

Beyond the physical transformation, the change in his state of mind was even more direct and terrifying!

He believed that under that state of mind, he would become the most cold-blooded killing machine, capable of unleashing the body's potential far better.

In that condition, he seemed devoid of emotion, possessing only a heart set on slaughter! Every thought in his mind revolved around how to kill faster and more effectively—absolute, ruthless indifference!

Horrifying!

Having recovered, Shi Yan couldn't help but gasp in shock remembering that bizarre condition.

It was also at this moment that he realized his initial direction of cultivation seemed flawed.

The cultivation of this "Raging Tempest" should have begun with the head; the entire completion of the "Raging Tempest" was driven by the changes in the brain. Once the "Raging Tempest" began in the head, the entire body would follow suit.

His previous attempts had started from the limbs, gradually covering the whole body, and only when cultivating the mind had he slowly forced the acupoints of the brain after the body had already transformed.

Evidently, his original method was incorrect, which explained why he had suddenly fainted during several rigorous training sessions.

Thus, the final step of the Raging Tempest cultivation was finally complete...

Utterly exhausted, Shi Yan had not a shred of strength left for practicing the "Finger Gun Art." He had no choice but to remain seated on the spot, allowing the "Undying Martial Soul" within his body to recover from the side effects of the Raging Tempest.

After one complete cycle, a good portion of his essence had returned. He then tried once more to assault the blood-patterned ring on his finger.

In recent days, he had frequently focused his efforts on the Blood Pattern Ring, hoping to break through yet another barrier and uncover what secrets it might still conceal.

Alas, every attempt to strike it proved fruitless. Despite being at the peak of the Innate Third Heaven, he could not even breach a small barrier within the ring.

His sharp essence would meet the barrier inside the Blood Pattern Ring, only to be forcefully repelled each time.

The tide of essence receded, and Shi Yan stood up with a sigh of resignation. He walked to a corner of the gravity room and retrieved the Spirit-grade Martial Skill titled "Magnetic Ravaging Field" from his pack.

Sitting in the corner, Shi Yan frowned as he turned the dark yellow scripture page by page.

At this moment, Shi Yan secretly felt grateful to the original owner of this body. If not for that man’s profound attainment in ancient literature and relics, he would have been completely unable to comprehend the contents.

In the vast Shi family, apart from that individual, it seemed truly no one else was proficient in these ancient scripts.

Fortunately, that man had passed on all the memories related to ancient scripts to Shi Yan, word for word. Otherwise, Shi Yan would have faced immense trouble, needing to find a specialist versed in ancient text to help translate the inscriptions.

This was a Spirit-grade Martial Skill.

He had concealed all news of this Spirit-grade Martial Skill from even Shi Jian and Yang Hai. If the translator were to leak the information, who knew how much trouble might arise.

...

The ancient characters, incomprehensible to outsiders, were silently recited by Shi Yan in his mind.

The scripture was not very thick, consisting of only twenty-seven pages. Soon, Shi Yan had finished reading all the ancient writing.

Closing the scripture, Shi Yan’s expression became peculiar, and he murmured, "This Spirit-grade Martial Skill is quite interesting; it actually requires different types of power within the body to be cultivated."

The cultivation of this Spirit-grade Martial Skill had no realm restrictions, yet it imposed special requirements on the type of energy possessed.

Although it was a Spirit-grade technique, Martial Artists in the Houtian and Innate realms could actually cultivate it.

It had only one prerequisite for practice—the cultivator must possess at least two different types of energy within their body!

Only through the mutual impact and collision of two distinct forces could a "Field" be generated. This "Field" possessed the miraculous ability to warp space, cause spatial collapse, and produce a powerful suction force.

Once the "Field" manifested, it would pull in anyone outside the user.

Those dragged into the "Field" would have their bodies involuntarily twisted, their flesh squeezed, and even their essence would be affected, making it impossible for them to smoothly execute their martial techniques.

According to the author of the "Magnetic Ravaging Field," the more varieties of energy the cultivator possessed, the greater the power of the "Field" would be.

If three or four different energy types were mixed to form the "Field," then the "Field" could directly annihilate a martial artist in the Hundred Tribulation Realm!

If the number of energy types within the "Field" could reach five, even a martial artist in the Status Realm would certainly die upon entering it!

Shi Yan clutched the scripture, pondering for a moment, his eyes gradually brightening. Suddenly, he let out a soft laugh.

Normal martial artists possess only one type of essence in their bodies. Only those with a special Martial Soul might possess an additional type of power different from their essence, such as Di Yalan, who additionally held the "Blue Demon Flame" Martial Soul.

Clearly, this peculiar Spirit-grade Martial Skill could not be cultivated by the majority of martial artists because very few people harbored two or even three different energies within their bodies.

But Shi Yan happened to be one of that tiny minority; the negative power flowing from his acupoints was not the same category as his essence.

He could cultivate it directly.

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