Chaos Art Emerges

In the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed.

After countless combinations and arrangements, Yi Chen finally succeeded in testing out a circulation route.

This circulation route used the Qi Sea as its starting point.

"Qi" entered the meridians, passed through eight acupoints, and finally returned to the Qi Sea.

It was a very simple circulation route.

Fortunately, the results were quite good.

At the very least, Yi Chen thought the results were good.

Because whenever "qi" completed one circuit through the meridians and returned to the Qi Sea,

he could clearly sense that as "qi" circulated through the meridians, the energy in the air was drawn in, seeping through his skin and into his meridians.

Then, following "qi," it completed a circuit through the meridians before entering the Qi Sea.

After just one circuit, quite a bit of the energy brought into the Qi Sea by "qi" was converted and assimilated into "qi."

This was exactly the effect he wanted.

Next, he needed to fill in the gaps and organize the entire cultivation technique!

Yi Chen stood up.

Although his waist ached and his back was sore, and his head buzzed faintly,

his spirits were exceptionally high, and he was brimming with motivation.

He found a sharp stone and first drew the circulation route on the wall, then recorded the cultivation chant he had comprehended beside it.

After considering it, he wrote the three words Chaos Art beside the technique.

That was the name he had given this technique, meaning origin and beginning.

As for the "qi" in the Qi Sea and the special energy in the air, he could not be bothered to think too much about them, simply calling them Spiritual Power and Spiritual Energy.

Sitting cross-legged opposite the wall,

he began trying to figure out how to revise and perfect the cultivation chant until it matched the circulation route perfectly.

Number Ten's Live Stream Room.

After nearly a month, the audience had dwindled to only two or three hundred people.

The two or three hundred people who remained were only still there because they were more or less obsessive. Unless they saw Yi Chen finish all the wild fruits he had stored up, they could not resign themselves to leaving.

"Good lord, what kind of nonsense is he trying to pull now?"

"When all things are still, the heart should be calm and the qi tranquil. Without obsession, without anger, without ripples, without waves. Qi resides in the sea, qi emerges from the sea... What the hell is this supposed to be?"

"He has been saving food every day. Half a month's worth of food has been stretched out for nearly a month, but it is almost gone anyway. Instead of thinking about finding food, he is scribbling on the cave wall?"

"What he wrote feels very philosophical. He has been sitting there like a dried-up tree for nearly a month. Is he pondering the meaning of life and trying to become a great philosopher?"

"Hurry up! Hurry up and finish those wild fruits! The sooner he eats them all, the sooner he starves to death."

"My god, he is pondering the meaning of life again?"

"Whether he has gone mad or not, I do not know. But I can say for certain that he is about to drive me mad."

In front of their screens, the more than two hundred viewers with varying degrees of obsessive tendencies were on the verge of an emotional breakdown.

They discovered that after making revisions,

Yi Chen had actually sat cross-legged again and entered that same motionless state as before.

What made those obsessive viewers cough up blood even more was that in the past, although Yi Chen had eaten sparingly, he still consumed five of those billiard-ball-sized wild fruits every day.

But this time, Yi Chen ate only one wild fruit a day.

At this rate, the twenty-odd wild fruits that had been expected to last four days could last twenty days.

"This is utterly insane. Eating only one wild fruit a day—I would bet all my assets that he will not last more than three days."

"He will probably be unable to hold out by tomorrow. And who knows, he might even eat all the remaining wild fruits in one meal tomorrow. Once someone gets desperate with hunger, when they can no longer endure it, they will surely smash the pot and wreck the stove."

"People from Exile Planet really cannot be described by common sense. Number Three is ruthless and savage. Just because a companion snatched a pheasant from him during a hunt, he secretly smashed that person to death with a rock that night."

"Number Seven is practically a starving ghost reincarnated. Whether it is alive or dead, cooked or raw, he dares stuff anything straight into his mouth."

"Number Nine is a human-shaped pile driver. There are only a little over five hundred people in his Tribe, yet his women and children make up nearly twenty percent of them."

"This Number Ten is also a freak. A hardcore shut-in and a coward, he would rather go hungry and hide in a Mountain Cave playing philosopher than go out to find food."

A viewer could not help sighing with endless emotion.

"And he is even the grandson of Nine Star General Yi Tenglong. I looked up Yi Tenglong's records. That guy is famously brutal and bloodthirsty. He once ordered the slaughter of more than one billion Angel Race members across an entire planet."

"The Angel Race has fought the Human Race for so many years and refused to agree to a truce despite suffering devastating losses, all because of that incident."

This was immediately refuted.

"Have you forgotten what kind of place Exile Planet is? The population is sparse, and Ferocious Beasts are everywhere."

"On Exile Planet, let alone Yi Tenglong's grandson, even Yi Tenglong himself would be no use."

"Back then, Yi Tenglong rose from a cannon-fodder Mecha soldier all the way to Nine Star General through Military Merits. He was a legend of the military."

"But after having his memories erased and being sent to Exile Planet, he only became the Tribal Chief of a small Tribe. And he relied on his fists, not his brains."

"Yi Tenglong's son was even worse. Yi Tenglong spent sixteen years as Tribal Chief, doing everything he could to change his tribesmen's views and make them accept the idea that the position of Tribal Chief should pass from father to son. Yet only a few years after he died, someone still seized the position of Tribal Chief through sheer force."

"By the time it came to Yi Tenglong's grandson—this Number Ten before us—he was simply driven out of the Tribe because he was weak and sickly and unable to hunt."

The viewers in the Live Stream Room complained incessantly, hoping Yi Chen would hurry up and finish the remaining wild fruits so they could end this dull and tasteless wait sooner.

Otherwise, every few days, they would have to come back to this Live Stream Room for another look, with their hearts tangled up and their whole bodies feeling miserable.

The result, however, was destined to disappoint them.

On the second day, Yi Chen still ate only one wild fruit.

On the third day, it was the same as ever.

Even more unbelievable was that on the fourth day, Yi Chen did not eat a single wild fruit.

No one knew that this was because Yi Chen had successfully broken through a minor realm.

He had advanced from what he had named the Qi Condensation Realm First Stage to the Qi Condensation Realm Second Stage.

After reaching the Qi Condensation Realm Second Stage, his Qi Sea expanded, and his Spiritual Power became even purer.

His speed of absorbing external energy—Spiritual Energy—also became much faster.

And when the external Spiritual Energy entered his meridians through the pores of his skin, it also nourished his body to some extent.

This greatly reduced Yi Chen's need for food.

That was why, after Yi Chen officially began cultivating, one wild fruit a day was enough to sustain him.

More than ten days later, Yi Chen had already broken through to the Qi Condensation Realm Third Stage and was attacking the Qi Condensation Realm Fourth Stage when

someone suddenly thought of a very unusual question.

This guy had been in a state of hunger for so long, so why did he not look mentally worn down at all?

If anything, he looked positively radiant?