349: Chapter 349 What kind of chicken is this?

The dark golden droplet slid down his throat.

There was no expected bone-chilling cold; instead, the moment it hit his stomach, it transformed into a bursting star.

Boom!

Chen You's eardrums were instantly filled with a massive roaring sound.

The violent energy, like a wild horse breaking free from its reins, brutally smashed through his limbs and bones.

Facing this destructive force, his meridians were as fragile as paper pipes, snapping inch by inch, only to rapidly reform under the strange vitality of the Huangquan Essence.

It was like experiencing reincarnation.

Intense pain.

Painful enough to surpass childbirth.

The veins on Chen You's forehead bulged like earthworms.

He gritted his teeth tightly, letting out a suppressed low roar from his throat.

Under the impact of the overflowing energy, the leather sofa instantly turned into a sky full of debris.

At the same time, outside the Qinling Base.

It was originally a beautiful, breezy afternoon, with sunlight piercing through the clouds and spilling onto the rolling mountain ranges.

Just three seconds after Chen You swallowed the droplet.

The sky turned black.

Without any warning, thick dark clouds seemed to generate out of thin air, spreading wildly in all directions with the Qinling Base as the center.

The sunlight was completely devoured, and the entire mountainous area plunged into darkness so deep one could not see their own fingers.

The researchers who had evacuated to a temporary camp ten kilometers away all looked up at the sky in unison.

"The air pressure is dropping rapidly!" Sun Feng stared at the portable monitor in his hand, his voice trembling. "The energy readings are off the charts, and all the instrument probes have burned out!"

Director Li Guoan stood on a high slope, the strong wind whipping his clothes, making them snap loudly.

He did not look at the instruments, only staring fixedly in the direction of the Qinling Base.

Within that heavy darkness, a massive vortex was taking shape.

That was a visible flow of spiritual energy.

The free-roaming energy in the air was forcibly extracted, converging into a terrifying funnel with a diameter of over several kilometers, its tip pointing directly at the lounge where Chen You was located.

The wind howled, Sander and stones flew.

"Director, this commotion is too big." Zhang Yunhai's expression was grave.

"According to the tropes of cultivation novels, wouldn't this attract a lightning tribulation? Can our air defense system handle it?"

Director Li Guoan's brows were locked in a frown. He had also read those materials, but this was the first time a human was truly undergoing Foundation Establishment.

No one knew what would actually happen.

But in the sky, there were only rolling dark clouds and howling spiritual energy; there was not a single flash of lightning.

"No lightning tribulation," Director Li Guoan said in a deep voice.

The vortex spun faster and faster, and the terrifying suction made even those ten kilometers away feel difficulty breathing.

Meanwhile, Chen You, who was at the center of the storm, had already lost perception of the outside world.

His consciousness seemed to be trapped in a chaotic void.

The hallucinations arrived.

He saw Referee Aguda wearing a floral shirt, holding that old megaphone, standing in front of him and swaying wildly.

Immediately after, the Big Yellow Duck that had been captured by Zhong Bukui also appeared.

The Big Yellow Duck was wearing overalls, dribbling a polished basketball, and making "quack" sounds while dribbling.

A highly penetrating electronic sound exploded in Chen You's mind.

Chen You widened his eyes, looking at this group of monsters and demons in front of him.

That rap monster acting as the Star Sea King Projection also crawled out, holding a microphone and spitting bars wildly right into Chen You's ear.

"Yo, yo, you don't understand the pain of Foundation Establishment, the Huangquan water comes rushing in!"

Chen You rolled his eyes, not knowing if it was from pain or speechlessness.

"Wait, what kind of f*cking Foundation Establishment is this?" he roared crazily in his heart.

These hallucinations were way too outrageous.

When others undergo Foundation Establishment in cultivation, they see goddesses scattering flowers and hear the chanting of the Great Dao.

As for him, his head was full of singing, dancing, rapping, and playing basketball.

If this got out, where would he, the immortal path pioneer, put his face?

"Damn it!"

Could it be that the private reward from City Lord Sander, that polished basketball, came with a mental pollution attribute?

"Singing, dancing, and rapping, huh?"

Chen You ground his teeth.

The "Nine Revolutions Primordial Chaos Art" spun frantically.

His meridians suddenly seemed to be forcibly expanded by a circle, and spiritual energy washed through them like a bursting river.

This is... the Fourth Revolution succeeded!

As the cultivation technique broke through to the Fourth Revolution, the violent energy finally found an outlet.

Like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, they surged wildly into his Dantian, beginning to compress and condense.

Liquefaction.

The originally gaseous spiritual power, under extreme compression, transformed into droplets of crystal-clear liquid spiritual essence.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

The liquid spiritual essence gathered into a small lake, its surface calm and waveless, yet it contained a terrifying power capable of destroying a mountain peak.

The hallucinations receded.

The massive spiritual energy funnel above the Qinling Mountains also paused, then suddenly dissipated.

The rolling dark clouds lost their support and vanished into thin air within a mere dozen seconds.

The afternoon sunlight spilled back onto the earth.

The wind stopped.

Everything returned to dead silence, as if the apocalyptic scene from just moments ago was merely a dream.

"Is it over?" Sun Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Director Li Guoan did not speak, directly picking up the communicator.

"Chen You, respond if you receive this."

There was only the sound of static in the channel.

Zhang Yunhai clenched his fists nervously.

Ten seconds.

Twenty seconds.

Just as Director Li Guoan was about to order the rescue team to break in, a violent coughing sound came from the communicator.

"Cough, cough... cough, cough, cough..."

"Director Li, I'm here."

Chen You's voice sounded a bit shaky, but full of vigor.

Director Li Guoan's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed, and he let out a long breath.

"How is the situation?"

"The situation?" Chen You climbed up from the ground.

He looked down at himself.

The clothes on his body had been torn into rags by the violent energy, and his skin was covered in a layer of gray-black impurities, emitting an indescribable stench.

But beneath this layer of impurities, his muscle lines had become extremely well-proportioned, filled with explosive power.

With a slight clench of his fist, a crisp sonic boom echoed in the air.

"The situation is... I might need a new set of clothes, plus reimbursement for the renovation costs of this lounge."

"Reimbursement, it's all covered. You being okay is more important than anything else."

In the communication channel, Director Li Guoan's deep voice carried a hint of imperceptible tremor.

"Comrade Chen You!"

It was the near-fanatical roar of Data Analysis Team Leader Sun Feng.

"How do you feel now? How many times has your cellular activity increased? Did you encounter any difficulties during the Foundation Establishment process? What was the specific manifestation? ..."

The rapid-fire questions made Chen You's head buzz.

He looked down at himself again.

The layer of gray-black viscous substance on his body surface was emitting a peerless stench of fermented sewage mixed with dead rats.

The smell was so strong it made him want to roll his eyes.

Specific manifestation?

Familiar yet strange images of singing, dancing, and rapping flashed through his mind instantly.

Could he f*cking say that?

He, the dignified immortal path pioneer of China, the "God You" revered by thousands of players, actually watched a group of monsters and demons singing, dancing, and rapping during Foundation Establishment?

If this were recorded verbatim by Sun Feng into the "Dragon Scale Member Cultivation Reference Guide," would he, Chen You, ever be able to show his face again?

"Ahem, Team Leader Sun, calm down," Chen You pinched his nose, his voice muffled.

"We can talk about the details later. Right now, I feel like I've been doing the butterfly stroke in a septic tank for three days and three nights."

"It would be best if you could send someone to bring me a set of clothes; I need to take a shower first. This smell is way too overpowering."

"Understood! The decontamination vehicle will be there immediately!" Sun Feng shouted.