Deep in the cave of Bailong Mountain, Xia Chuan stood still, his mind and senses attuned to the surroundings. He overheard the tense exchange of voices, the words carrying through the air like whispers on the wind.
"Group leader, have you found the spatial tunnel that is about to emerge?"
A voice full of concern rang out, cutting through the stillness.
"No, where is it so simple?"
Qin Changqing’s voice, calm yet burdened with authority, echoed through the cave. "These spatial tunnels appear randomly. No one can predict their exact location. We only know that it is somewhere near Bailong Mountain Range, but the exact spot remains unknown. Our task is clear: the Special Affairs Bureau must monitor the area ceaselessly. Any movement, no matter how small, must be reported immediately. Not a single clue must slip through our fingers."
His voice carried the weight of responsibility, and the gravity of the situation was undeniable. A spatial tunnel meant the potential for disaster, an invasion from another world—a threat that could shatter the balance of their reality.
"Understood, Group Leader," came the unified response. The seriousness in their voices confirmed that the safety of millions rested upon their vigilance.
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Xia Chuan, deep in the heart of his secluded cave, listened intently. Through the power of the Book of Wisdom, he could hear every word with clarity. His brow furrowed in thought, intrigued by the talk of an invasion from another world.
"Interesting," he mused to himself, tapping his chin. "An intruder from another world? How fascinating."
The Book of Wisdom, ever wise and perceptive, echoed its analysis.
"Master, it appears the world is on the brink of unimaginable change. The collision of realms is imminent, and the surge of spiritual energy may be the precursor to this event. It is possible that this spiritual recovery is not a natural phenomenon, but a result of a leakage from another world."
Xia Chuan smiled slightly, unfazed by the possibility of a calamity that might soon descend upon this world. "Let others worry about this," he replied, dismissing the thought. "The sky may fall, but I will stand tall. My own path remains clear."
Indeed, he had no interest in exposing his identity to these worldly powers. He had his miniature world, its power and resources ready to serve his growth. Why concern himself with the grand affairs of this world when his own strength required nurturing?
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For now, his only focus was on cultivating his power. "Hundong Tuna Gong, rise!" Xia Chuan murmured, his body sinking into a meditative stance. The vast sea of knowledge and techniques from the depths of his consciousness began to unravel before him.
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Boom!
The power of the Book of Wisdom surged through his soul, and at that moment, the depths of his comprehension expanded beyond mortal limits.
The God-level comprehension granted by the Book of Wisdom opened his eyes to the intricacies of the Hundong Tuna Gong—a technique that had once been elusive and incomprehensible. Now, under the divine insight, everything was clear.
"It is a method of absorbing the energies of heaven and earth, a process that flows into the body and circulates through the meridians," Xia Chuan understood in an instant. What once seemed complex and insurmountable had now become as simple as breathing.
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Whoosh!
Xia Chuan’s body radiated an aura of power. Within a hundred-meter radius, the surrounding spiritual energy swirled toward him, drawn in like a river flowing to a black hole. His body had become an insatiable vortex, devouring the very essence of the world around him.
This was the power of Hundong Tuna Gong—a technique that did not simply gather energy, but consumed it, drawing from the very fabric of the universe. Where others could only absorb small amounts of spiritual energy, Xia Chuan was an unrelenting force that devoured all in its path.
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Boom!
In an instant, the energy surged into his body, pouring through his meridians, penetrating his Dantian, and flowing throughout his being. His cultivation reached a new peak, and his body underwent a rapid transformation. Muscles strengthened, bones solidified, and his skin became as resilient as iron.
Power flooded into him, filling every fiber of his being. His strength was now incomparable, capable of producing a mighty roar with the simple motion of his fist—a force akin to the roar of a dragon or a tiger.
But there was more.
As he focused, Xia Chuan sensed the presence of something else—golden energy, unseen by the naked eye, yet unmistakably powerful. These golden strands of energy mingled with his own, merging seamlessly into his essence. His power surged again, growing at an unprecedented rate, expanding with each breath.
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Xia Chuan’s chest rose and fell, his senses heightened. The power within him was overwhelming, a torrent that threatened to burst forth. "What is this?" he thought, astonished by the sudden influx of energy. "This golden energy—it’s multiplying my strength at a speed I can barely comprehend."
With this discovery, his path was set. No longer would he need to rely on the spiritual energy of the world alone. He had tapped into a far more potent source—an endless supply of power, boundless and ever-growing, with which he would ascend to heights unimaginable.
And thus, the stage was set for Xia Chuan. With his strength now greatly enhanced, he prepared to face whatever challenges awaited him—whether from the cosmic forces of another world or from the powerful beings who sought to control the fate of this one.