236: Chapter 237 Consciousness as the Furnace! Martial Arts Alchemy!

That sliver of "Martial Intent" light, within the ocean of Lin Qi's consciousness that was on the verge of dissipating, was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand ripples.

No, not ripples.

They were towering waves!

The martial arts memories, which had been turning blurry and mottled, were illuminated by this light and instantly became clear and profound once again, even more vivid than at any time before.

Every circulation path of the "Blood Moving Technique."

The subtle rhythm of every breath in the "Turtle Breathing Technique."

Every bit of force-generating technique from the soles of the feet to the fingertips of the Baji Mountain Crushing Force.

The precise control over the three hundred and six bones of the human body by the Tendon-Severing and Bone-Displacing Hand.

...

All the knowledge, all the insights, at this moment were no longer mere "memories," but had transformed into distinct imprints of Law, deeply branded upon this lingering wisp of his consciousness.

"I am not dead yet."

A crystal-clear thought resounded once again within his consciousness.

No, to be more precise, his Physical Body had "died."

Under the terrifying energy impact just now, all the functions of his mortal Physical Body, including neural perception, blood circulation, and organ function, had been forcibly halted in an instant.

That was why external instruments could not detect any life signs.

That was why he himself could not feel any pain or existence.

His body had become a pure "container" filled with high-concentration energy.

Yet his consciousness, his Soul, because of the protection of his "Martial Saint" experience, had preserved the final spark of life amidst this destructive impact.

"The body is the boat, the consciousness is the person."

"If the boat sinks, as long as the person is still there, one can build another boat!"

Lin Qi's consciousness was clearer than ever before.

He could not control his "dead" Physical Body, but he could "see."

Using his Martial Intent to perform "internal observation."

He "saw" that his body was soaking in the golden Blood Pool, and countless violent, primitive energies that did not belong to this world were pouring in continuously.

These energies, like a herd of wild horses without a master, were rampaging through his Meridians, flesh, and bones, wreaking havoc at will.

If left unchecked, in at most a few minutes, his body would be completely burst apart by these energies, turning into a puddle of meat paste.

"Wild horses?"

"Then I shall put a bridle on you all!"

Lin Qi's consciousness made a decision in an instant.

Since he could not guide them with his Physical Body, he would guide them with his consciousness!

To others, this would be a fantasy.

Consciousness is non-material; how could it possibly control material energy?

But in the Late Stage of the martial arts era, when martial arts cultivation reached its peak, the ability of intent to interfere with matter was one of the hallmarks of the "Martial Saint" Realm!

"Take my intent as the furnace, take my body as the cauldron, take this Dragon blood as the medicine, refine my internal organs, and achieve the Indestructible Golden Core!"

A crazy idea took shape in his mind.

This was not Cultivation; this was Alchemy!

Treating himself as a Medicinal Pill to be refined!

The next second, his consciousness began to act.

His "Martial Intent" light burst forth, transforming into an invisible net that instantly enveloped the entire interior of his body.

First step, seal!

The Primitive True Dragons Bloodline energy that had been rampaging everywhere seemed to hit an invisible wall, being forcibly imprisoned within his body, unable to wreak havoc any longer.

Those energies became even more violent, frantically pounding against this net made of "Martial Intent."

Lin Qi's consciousness felt immense pressure, as if it would be torn to shreds at any moment.

But he held on.

Relying on the indomitable will of a Martial Saint, he suppressed these energies firmly.

Second step, organize!

After suppression, he did not forcefully resist, but began to organize.

His consciousness, like the most skilled weaver, began to extract those chaotic and tangled threads of energy one by one, sorting and classifying them according to their different attributes and strengths.

This was an incredibly delicate and mentally exhausting process.

It was like dismantling a bomb that could explode at any moment.

The slightest carelessness would result in the complete annihilation of his consciousness.

Time passed, second by second, in this state of extreme focus.

...

Cloud Top Palace, Monitoring Center.

The atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Old Mo slumped back into his chair, looking at the static "0" on the screen, unable to say a word.

Instructor Su Qing was still standing, like an ice sculpture, motionless.

The other monitors did not even dare to breathe loudly.

The overall champion of the Prodigy Championship, the martial arts prodigy not seen in the Federation for a hundred years, had fallen just like that in the depths of the Dragon Tomb.

If this news were to spread, it would cause a massive earthquake throughout the Federation.

"Report!"

A young team member responsible for split-screen data monitoring suddenly stood up, his voice breaking the dead silence.

"What is it?" Old Mo lifted his eyelids listlessly.

"Old Mo, Instructor Su, look here."

The team member pointed to an inconspicuous secondary screen in front of him.

That screen did not display energy fluctuations, but the reading of the "Subspace Law Stability."

Since Lin Qi entered the core area of the Dragon Tomb, this curve had been fluctuating steadily within a tiny range, representing that the structure of the Dragon Tomb's subspace was very stable.

But just now, this stable curve suddenly showed an extremely tiny, almost negligible dip.

It was like a speck of dust falling onto the surface of the water.

"Law stability... dropped by 0.0001%?" Another monitor leaned over to take a look, somewhat puzzled. "What does this prove? The subspace itself has natural wear and tear; this kind of fluctuation is normal, right?"

"No! It is not normal!"

Old Mo sprang up from his chair as if electrocuted, rushing to the secondary screen in a few steps.

His eyes were wide as copper bells, staring fixedly at that tiny change.

"The Laws of the Dragon Tomb's subspace are built based on the energy of the 'true dragon relic blood'! Its stability is directly linked to the total energy of the Blood Pool in the core area!"

Old Mo's voice became sharp with excitement.

"A drop in stability, even if only by 0.0001%, only means one thing!"

He turned his head sharply to look at Instructor Su, his eyes erupting with a terrifying light.

"The energy in the Blood Pool is being consumed!"

Instructor Su's body trembled slightly.

Consumed?

"But... he is already dead, his life signs are zero; who is consuming that energy?" The monitor next to them raised the question in everyone's mind.

"I don't know!" Old Mo waved his arms like a madman. "I don't f***ing know! In all my theoretical knowledge, there is no situation that can explain the phenomenon before us!"

"A dead person is still absorbing energy! This is not scientific! This is not martial arts! This is simply haunted!"

While roaring, he rushed back to the main console, his hands typing frantically on the keyboard.

"Adjust all monitoring precision to the maximum! Magnify the Law model of that area for me! I want to see what on earth is causing trouble in there!"

The entire Monitoring Center, because of Old Mo's words, fell into a tense state of busyness once again.

Everyone's gaze was focused on that curve representing the Law stability.

It was still dropping, little by little, in an extremely slow but incredibly firm manner.

0.0001%...

0.0002%...

0.0003%...

Although tiny, it did not stop.

Instructor Su watched that line, and her heart, which had already been frozen over, once again let in a sliver of light.

She did not know what was happening inside.

But she knew that the guy who never played by the rules might... really not be completely dead yet.