Walking in the cycle of reincarnation

Chapter 41 Moonlit Blood Letter

Zhang Nanfeng stared blankly, a flash of inspiration striking his mind.

It turned out to be the case.

The warmth that enveloped us was not the caress of unseen spirits, but rather the moonlight pouring down from the sky.

After a moment's thought, Zhang Nanfeng vaguely guessed the reason.

Since ancient times, wolves have howled at the moon, worshipped the moon, and chased the moon. It is only natural that he was born as a wolf in this life and inherited this bond.

With a sudden realization, a sense of lightness welled up in his heart.

This is much easier than eating raw meat and drinking blood every day.

Zhang Nanfeng immediately moved to a sheltered, protruding rock, directly facing the bright moon in the sky.

He curled up and lay still, concentrating his mind and breathing, drawing in wisps of moonlight through his nose.

When you first begin breathing exercises, you feel a cool and refreshing sensation, like drinking from a spring in an empty mountain. As you deepen your breathing, the coolness condenses into a warm and moist sensation within your abdomen, which then travels along your meridians.

Wherever the energy passed, the three divine seals within his body trembled simultaneously, as if beneath the frozen surface of a lake, the sound of spring floods was hidden.

It was almost twice as fast as the power of flesh and blood!

......

The long night was silent, with only the occasional sound of wind and snow.

When Zhang Nanfeng opened his eyes again, a pale dawn was breaking in the eastern sky, and the bright moon that had hung high all night was gradually disappearing at the edge of the sky.

Nearly half of the three divine seals have already dissolved.

He silently estimated that at this rate, the seal would be completely broken within ten days to half a month.

carefree!

He licked the tip of his nose, when a sudden, sharp pain shot through his abdomen, and Zhang Nanfeng couldn't help but smile bitterly.

While one may use supernatural powers to borrow the moonlight, this physical body of flesh and blood cannot be spared. One will still feel hunger when hungry, and one will still eat when hungry.

He roused himself and wandered along the mountain ridge, capturing the breath of every living thing.

However, after searching around for a while, he began to have some doubts.

In these mountains, not to mention wolves, even large beasts like bears, deer, and lynxes have vanished without a trace. Only small animals such as mountain rats, snow hares, and marmots dart about sporadically in the crevices of rocks and among the grass.

Zhang Nanfeng, consumed by hunger, didn't bother to investigate further and followed a trail of rat tracks.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he had already returned to the cave with the third mountain rat in his mouth. He repeated this process until the sun reached its zenith, and by then the cave was piled high with the carcasses of seven or eight small animals.

He used both his claws and teeth to bite through the throats of the animal carcasses one by one, releasing their blood into a natural stone trough inside the cave.

Gazing at the pool of blood that was gradually filling up, Zhang Nanfeng composed himself and began to peel off the animal hide.

When he first took on this task, he couldn't quite control his strength, and often the flesh was torn to shreds before most of the animal hide had even come off.

But he is the most patient.

In my previous life, I spent over a year hiding my talents in the Dan Studio, and what I had in abundance was this kind of painstaking, meticulous work.

......

By afternoon, as the sun was setting, Zhang Nanfeng had successfully shed the fur from a rabbit. By the time he got to the eighth marmot, his technique was already highly skilled, and he had peeled the entire pelt off perfectly.

Zhang Nanfeng licked the bloodstains off his claws, cleared his mind of distractions, and focused his attention on the scroll of the "Great Blood Creation Technique".

In an instant, thousands of profound characters unfolded in his mind.

This cultivation method has no index, no preface, and no record of its origins. The entire text is divided into nine chapters, each corresponding to one of the nine levels of cultivation in this world.

Zhang Nanfeng first skimmed through the entire manual to get a general idea of ​​its structure.

The fundamental principle of cultivation in this world lies in drawing the essence of heaven and earth into one's body, taking root within oneself, and emphasizing the connection and communication between oneself and all things in heaven and earth.

The origin is not limited by status. Even if you start with the most ordinary things, as long as you refine them deeply and cultivate them properly, you can advance step by step and reach higher levels, with an extremely vast upper limit.

What makes the Great Blood Creation Technique so unique is that it uses blood as a medium.

After a quick read, Zhang Nanfeng immediately understood why Meng Lie was secretly keeping living people in a dark room.

He composed himself and read it carefully from beginning to end.

The first level is called "Tracing the Source".

The essence lies in choosing one thing and establishing "resonance" with it.

However, the techniques describe this "resonance" in an extremely mysterious way, calling it "heart-to-heart connection" or "divine connection," and also saying that "if there is a deficiency in the innate, it can be made up for by material things later in life."

Zhang Nanfeng read it repeatedly, and although he initially felt confused, he gradually gained some understanding.

The essence of resonance is "compatibility".

It's not just a normal feeling of joy, nor is it something that's easy to use. Rather, it's that when you first see that thing, a strange tremor arises deep in your bones, as if that thing is a missing piece of your soul, something you can't live without, and something else would be completely unacceptable.

If one forcibly takes in things one has no affinity with, at best one's foundation for cultivation will be unstable, making progress difficult throughout life. At worst, one's very essence will be devoured, one's physical form will be completely destroyed, and one will be reduced to a monstrous being, neither human nor ghost.

Upon reading this, Zhang Nanfeng suddenly understood.

Meng Lie's body, covered in snake scales, must have been the result of his forced absorption of energy at the beginning of his cultivation, when he had not yet found a true source of resonance.

His mind raced, and he suddenly remembered what Su Chan had mentioned to him before.

At that time, he thought that as long as he found something without intelligence and forcibly incorporated it into his body, he could embark on the path to immortality.

Looking back now, Su Chan only told half the story, leaving it unsaid. It's unclear whether she deliberately left something unsaid, or felt the time wasn't right to reveal it.

What moved Zhang Nanfeng even more was that he had always thought that there must be some threshold for cultivation in this world.

For example, in novels from the previous life, spiritual roots always have some insurmountable barriers that keep the vast majority of living beings out.

Only after reading it in detail did he realize that this "source-seeking" realm, which is the starting point, is something that everyone is born with the ability to enter.

Regardless of social status, intelligence, or folly, every living being, born standing at the threshold, can take that first step.

Since this state is relatively shallow, Zhang Nanfeng does not need to withdraw from the visualization and writing, but can continue reading.

The second level is called "Source Absorption".

This chapter describes the method of finding something that resonates with you, and then drawing upon your own origin to incorporate it into yourself.

The text is complex and the profound meanings are nested in layers, clearly forming the foundation for the subsequent seven realms.

Zhang Nanfeng recited the text intently, fearing he might miss even a single word.

After a short while, the words in his mind gradually faded away.

I can't watch anymore.

He immediately withdrew from meditation, leaped to the edge of the stone trough, dipped his right claw into the blood, soaked it in dark red, and then pounced on the largest animal hide spread on the ground, etching it from memory.

However, wolf claws have many drawbacks; too much force will break the skin, while too little will cause it to break. The process is extremely difficult.

......

As the sun began to set and dusk fell, Zhang Nanfeng finally put down his pen.

He stepped back two paces, staring at the blood-stained "leather book." He felt no joy of accomplishment, only a deep sense of unease.

What could resonate with me? Was it the blood-soaked animal hide before me? Or the stubborn rocks that can be found anywhere in the mountains? Or perhaps... the moon?

These things, though they held ties and meaning for him, none of them could achieve a sense of complete harmony with him that he could not live without.

Moreover, this method is too brutal. How many lives must be squeezed out and how many lives must be lost before it can be mastered?

Zhang Nanfeng stared at the dark red pool in the stone trough, lost in thought.