Creating a Cultivation Technique from Scratch

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes...

Time flew by.

Originally, thanks to his handsome, striking looks, Yi Chen's Live Stream Room had the largest audience.

At its peak, more than half the viewers—over a hundred thousand people—were in his Live Stream Room.

But as Yi Chen continued sitting cross-legged in the Mountain Cave, the audience numbers began to plummet.

Only when they fell to five or six thousand did they gradually stabilize.

The audience across the ten biggest Live Stream Rooms of Into the Abyss also dropped from over two hundred thousand to just over a hundred thousand.

Inside the Mountain Cave.

About an hour later.

Yi Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

Joy surfaced on his face.

After spending around an hour, he had finally successfully sensed the existence of the Qi Sea.

Next, it was time to create a cultivation technique!

After racking his brains and finding himself utterly without a clue, Yi Chen sat cross-legged again and quietly observed his Qi Sea.

To his delight, he discovered that within the Qi Sea seemed to be a thread of nearly invisible "qi."

How to make that thread of qi grow was undoubtedly the key to creating a cultivation technique.

No. 10 Live Stream Room.

More than five thousand viewers were completely baffled.

"What's going on? He suddenly smiled, then went right back to sitting there with his eyes closed?"

"Could he have a fever that fried his brain?"

"No. He's probably thinking about what to do next. I checked his scan data just now; his brain is in an active state."

"What's there to think about? On an Exile Planet like this, physical fitness is what matters most."

"What he should be doing is taking advantage of his damn good luck and all the food and water he has stored up to find a way to train in the Mountain Cave, not sit there letting his imagination run wild."

"Getting lucky once doesn't mean he'll get lucky every time. The better his physical fitness, the higher his chances of survival."

"I bet a thousand game coins that he'd survive for a month. His stockpile of food and water is only enough for half a month. Is he really going to keep spacing out until it runs out, then go looking for food when he's starving and weak?"

"Damn, everyone hurry to No. 7 Live Stream Room. Number Seven just killed a wild rabbit and is actually eating it raw."

"Go to No. 7 Live Stream Room to watch mosaics? The Human Race on Exile Planets may not have privacy rights, but this is a public welfare show for the whole population."

"The AI Brain directly mosaics all bloody or unsuitable-for-children footage, or cuts to commercials."

Inside the Mountain Cave.

Relying on the Human Race's greatest cultivation talent, after successfully sensing the existence of meridians and acupoints, as well as the special energy in the air—

Yi Chen's train of thought gradually opened up.

Combined with his experience of devouring three thousand webnovels,

Only one path lay before him.

That was to make "qi" circulate through the meridians, pass through different acupoints, and produce different effects.

In doing so, it would draw the energy of the outside world into the Qi Sea and meridians, then transform that energy into "qi."

To accomplish this, he needed an extremely thorough understanding of the properties of the energy in the air and the effects produced when that energy entered acupoints.

The former formed the Mental Cultivation Formula of a cultivation technique.

The latter formed its circulation route.

After considering it again and again, Yi Chen decided to focus first on sensing and understanding the characteristics of the external energy.

Having made up his mind, he remained seated cross-legged.

His eyes half-closed.

He calmed his mind and sensed the energy in the air, trying to understand and analyze its distribution, properties, patterns...

Progress was painfully slow.

The main reason was that although he possessed the Human Race's greatest cultivation talent, and both his comprehension and perception ability had risen to extraordinary levels, he could still only barely sense the energy in the air.

To go any further was as difficult as climbing to the heavens.

But creating a cultivation technique was Yi Chen's only way to survive in this world.

No matter how dull and tedious it was, he forced himself to settle down and work at it tirelessly.

Time flew by.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

When he was tired, he slept.

When he was hungry, he ate some of the wild fruit his predecessor had stored to fill his stomach.

Other than eating, drinking, relieving himself, and sleeping, he spent nearly all his time sensing the properties of the energy.

His only exercise was digging a pit at the end of the Mountain Cave to use as a toilet, then covering it with a layer of dirt after each use so the unventilated cave would not become too foul-smelling.

The audience in No. 10 Live Stream Room kept dwindling.

No one wanted to watch someone who was either sitting cross-legged or lying down asleep.

Although the scans showed that Yi Chen's brain activity was normal, most people still believed he had gone insane.

Otherwise, he would not be behaving so strangely.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed.

Yi Chen finally gained a partial understanding of the special energy in the air.

The reason it was only partial was that the more he understood, the more he realized how unfathomably profound that special energy was.

It was even connected to the laws of nature, to the sun, moon, and stars.

Without spending seven or eight years, Yi Chen felt that he would not even be able to touch its outermost fur.

Fortunately, a partial understanding was enough for him to create a simple cultivation technique.

Next, he needed to combine his understanding of energy and test out a circulation route!

Yi Chen tried using his thoughts to control that thread of "qi" in his Qi Sea.

Just as he expected, under the control of his thoughts, that thread of qi swam through the Qi Sea.

Then it entered the meridians.

He then tried controlling that thread of qi and guiding it into the nearest Acupoint.

The moment it entered even a little, Yi Chen keenly sensed that something was wrong and immediately controlled the thread of qi to leave the Acupoint.

He could feel that if he did not withdraw it in time, the qi entering that Acupoint would bring serious consequences.

Fortunately, with the Human Race's greatest talent, he possessed extraordinary insight and sharp intuition in this regard. He could instantly sense when something was wrong and promptly pull the "qi" back out.

Then he controlled the qi into the second Acupoint.

The third Acupoint, the fourth Acupoint, the fifth Acupoint...

He tested them one by one.

If there was danger, he immediately abandoned it.

If there was no danger, he kept it.

Yi Chen soon discovered that when "qi" entered acupoints, it was simply filled with endless variables.

After qi passed through the first Acupoint, it would carry the traits bestowed by that Acupoint.

When it entered the second Acupoint, the qi would carry two different traits at once.

If those two traits were incompatible, they would produce an adverse reaction.

Thus, the more acupoints qi entered, the more traits it carried, and the greater the chance of incompatibility.

Even if they were compatible, they might fuse into some strange new trait.

Trying to assemble a set that could draw external energy into the meridians and transform or assimilate it into one's own "qi" was like navigating a maze.

One wrong step, and he had to turn back and try again.

Every step could produce countless combinations.

And this was only because Yi Chen possessed the Human Race's greatest talent, allowing him to avoid danger and promptly pull the qi out the instant it entered an Acupoint and produced an adverse reaction.

But avoiding risks likewise required his attention to remain intensely focused.

Sensing the properties of energy had left Yi Chen with an aching back, sore legs, and cramps.

Now, testing acupoints one by one not only left his back aching, legs sore, and muscles cramping, but also made his head feel as though it were splitting apart. He wished he could explode on the spot.

Even with the Human Race's greatest cultivation talent, creating a cultivation technique from nothing was no easy task.

For the sake of survival, he could only grit his teeth and persist.