Chapter 118

Inside Safe Room One, Han Luo sat cross-legged atop a meditation cushion.

Whooo... whooo...
He took deep, steady breaths, circulating the Luoxian Technique to reach his peak state. Then, with a wave of his hand, he activated dozens of third-tier formations—all meticulously arranged in advance specifically for today’s Foundation Establishment.

As the arrays hummed to life, a wave of security washed over him.

He snapped his fingers. Pa!
The Tenfold World unfolded, enveloping him in a surreal space—void of color, matter, even time. He didn’t choose any elemental attribute for his breakthrough. As someone with colorless—or rather, all-colored—spiritual energy, a blank void suited him best.

“Let’s begin,” he murmured.

He swallowed a supreme-grade Foundation Pill and activated the Luoxian Technique, guiding his energy to refine the medicinal power. Almost immediately, his consciousness drifted inward, plunging into the realm of his dantian.

There, he saw his five spiritual meridians, each connected to one of his four limbs and his spine.

According to his extensive research, it was best to start by clearing the meridians in the legs, especially the left leg, which he subconsciously used as his lead step. That would ensure the most natural and efficient circulation path.

He focused on his left leg’s spiritual meridian—thin as a finger. Carefully, he guided the medicinal power into it. The meridian visibly expanded. Han Luo didn’t take any chances and personally manifested as a wisp of light, steering the energy forward.

He navigated twists and turns like a drifting racer on a hairpin curve, looping back into the dantian smoothly.
As expected, clearing the five main meridians wasn’t difficult.

Following the same method, he quickly opened the other four—arms and spine included.

But it didn’t end there.

The pill’s energy was still abundant, which meant the next phase had begun—widening the meridians. This was a slow but incredibly pleasurable process. As the meridians grew broader, spiritual energy surged through his body like crashing waves.

The most dramatic changes appeared in his internal organs.

Each of his five viscera began to glow with unique energies:

• Liver – Wood Element: Emerald light, vibrant and full of life.

• Heart – Fire Element: Blazing and fierce, throbbing like a volcanic core.

• Spleen – Earth Element: Dim but solid, exuding steady and grounded energy.

• Lungs – Metal Element: Radiant gold, so bright it could blind.

• Kidneys – Water Element: Deep and strong, like a twin-engine turbine roaring in his ears.

Even his six hollow organs pulsed with brilliance, turning his internal world into a celestial palace.

Han Luo wasn't surprised. His energy wasn’t just colorless—it contained all colors.

Whereas most cultivators had a core organ depending on their elemental root (like Chixiao’s heart for fire, or Li Jun’s lungs for metal), Han Luo’s entire system—all five viscera and six organs—operated as cores.
That meant his energy circulation would be exponentially faster than others’.

As the last of the pill’s power faded, Han Luo opened his eyes.

His aura had transformed.

A faint radiance surrounded him, and though his features were unremarkable, his skin was flawless like jade, his presence soothing to behold.

“So this… is the power of Foundation Establishment,” he whispered, flexing his hands. He felt five massive rivers of energy flowing within him, ready to erupt with unimaginable strength.

He took a breath, then waved his hand.
“Dismiss.”

In an instant, the radiant aura vanished. His appearance shifted to that of an ordinary disciple—nothing extraordinary, nothing ugly, just... average.

He brought out the Bronze Mirror, confirmed that Luoxian Sect was secure, and exited Safe Room One.

Outside, the mountain was as picturesque as ever—white tigers frolicked with qilins, divine dragons soared with celestial phoenixes, and sunlight bathed the land in heavenly brilliance.

“It felt like only a minute passed… and yet, it’s been half a year out here.”

Shaking his head in disbelief, Han Luo returned to the mountaintop to begin his Hundred Days of Foundation Stabilization—a critical period for reinforcing the expanded meridians and toughening the body to handle more spiritual pressure.

But before he could settle in, several messages reached him.

Just as he’d predicted—Xian’er had already gone down the mountain for training, under the protection of Master Wu Dao.

With his mysterious master accompanying her, Han Luo was confident she’d be safe.

Meanwhile, Li Jun had also departed. Before leaving, he sent his thanks and vowed to repay the help Han Luo had given him.

Jiu Lier had returned to the Jui Li Tribe, leaving a message hinting at something related to the Nine Laws of Arrays. Had Han Luo not been in seclusion, she likely would’ve invited him along.

And as for Chixiao...

She, too, had left.
But not before leaving behind a note: “Clean yourself up and wait. When I get back, we’re settling this.”
Classic Chixiao.

In fact, many of Luoxian Sect’s disciples had left in the past six months, venturing across the Eastern Domain to prove themselves.

They had officially stepped into the battlefield of youth—a world of blood and glory.

With rising competition, the Imperial Capital released a new edition of the Dragon Rankings—a list that recorded the names of all Foundation Establishment-level geniuses across the region. Those listed were protected under imperial decree.

Thanks to the looming threat of the Golden Battlefield, talent protection in the Eastern Domain was taken very seriously.

Peer-level duels were allowed. If you died, it was your own weakness.
But if someone from a higher realm targeted a prodigy?
They’d be hunted down by the Imperial Army without mercy.

Of course, there were still desperate outlaws who accepted bounties to kill promising cultivators, steal their roots, and sell their bodies for resources.

But Han Luo wasn’t worried.

All of Luoxian Sect’s core disciples had experts secretly watching over them—people like Elder Hongniang or Uncle Yunding. Maybe they couldn’t win every fight, but they could definitely escape.

Han Luo got his hands on a copy of the Dragon Rankings.

The names were mostly unfamiliar.

Li Jun, the sect’s top disciple, was ranked only 100th.
Chixiao came in at 202nd.
Ironically, Wu Dao, who had spent the last six months challenging opponent after opponent, ranked 84th.

“Even geniuses like Li Jun, Chixiao, and Wu Dao seem so average now… A true era of monsters has begun.”

Han Luo shook his head and put the list away.

Era or not—it had nothing to do with him.

He had his own path to walk.
Following the crowd was never his style.

Now that he had successfully entered the Foundation Establishment stage, it was time to begin cultivating the three skills he had long prepared for.