Chapter 645 - 57: God: 8.8

Chapter 645: Chapter 57: God: 8.8

In the Twilight Mountain Range, the Breathing and Guiding Technique "Initial Glimpse" had given Murphy the ability to refine "Qi."

Back then, he didn’t know what a Spirit Root was.

He only knew that by circulating the Breathing and Guiding technique, he could sense the free-floating energy in the world, draw it into his body, and become stronger.

It was like a man fumbling in the dark who had finally found a rope.

He followed the rope forward, not knowing what lay ahead, but he knew that moving forward was the right thing to do.

In Duval Castle, the Breathing and Guiding Technique "Slightly Accomplished" gave Murphy the ability to perceive the Heaven and Earth Qi.

By then, he already knew that the so-called Heaven and Earth Qi was not some esoteric, mysterious thing.

It was Dark Matter, Spiritual Qi, Dimensional Energy.

He could see the paths of flowing Spiritual Qi, perceive the differences between its various attributes, and find his way through the chaos.

It was like someone had lit a lamp for him in the darkness.

He could finally see the path at his feet.

And in the Nightmare World, just a moment ago, Breathing and Guiding ’Entering the Hall’ had given Murphy the ability to break down Heaven and Earth Qi.

That was a completely different realm of understanding.

Before this, when faced with the chaotic, entangled Spiritual Qi of the Celestial Demon Realm—where every wisp carried countless conflicting attributes—he could only shrink back in helplessness.

It was like a person facing a tangled mess of thread, with no idea where to begin.

But now, he could unravel it.

He could strip the Wood Qi from the Fire Qi, separate the Water Qi from the Earth Qi, and pull out each of the originally fused, inseparable attributes one by one.

It was like a person who had learned the technique of untangling threads; no matter how chaotic the ball of yarn, it could be neatly sorted in his hands.

Murphy stood in the midst of the collapsing space, feeling the knowledge flood into his mind.

The deeper insights regarding the Breathing and Guiding technique flowed like a gentle stream through the depths of his consciousness.

He raised his head, looking at the cracks that were still spreading around him and the fragments scattering in the light.

Then, he took a deep breath. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ

The surrounding Spiritual Qi, once so chaotic it was suffocating, suddenly became much clearer in his perception.

He could see that every wisp of Spiritual Qi contained an entanglement of countless attributes.

There was fire within wood, water within fire, metal hidden in water, and earth carried in metal.

They weren’t parallel or layered; they were completely fused, like a tangled mess.

But now, he could take them apart.

With a thought, Murphy drew a wisp of crimson Spiritual Qi into his body.

That Spiritual Qi should have contained scorching Fire Qi, generative Wood Qi, and heavy Earth Qi... countless attributes all interwoven.

But under the influence of his Spirit Root, those attributes began to separate.

The Fire Qi returned to fire, the Wood Qi to wood, the Earth Qi to earth.

It was like a pile of mixed paints being sorted out bit by bit by an invisible hand, restored to their original individual colors.

Then, he guided the pure, single-attribute Spiritual Qi to merge into his meridians, his Dantian, and the depths of his consciousness.

Murphy closed his eyes, savoring the long-lost feeling of replenishment.

Ever since arriving in this world, he had been carefully avoiding the absorption of its Spiritual Qi.

He knew its chaotic attributes would erode his consciousness, gradually causing him to lose his sense of self.

Even the Celestial Phenomenon Dao Pattern wasn’t a surefire guarantee, as it couldn’t completely negate the effects.

But now, he could handle it.

The difference between this and the Celestial Phenomenon Dao Pattern was like the difference between using a tool and using one’s bare hands.

The Celestial Phenomenon Dao Pattern was a tool.

It was like a sieve that could filter out most of the chaotic Spiritual Qi, allowing Murphy to draw some relatively pure energy from it.

If you pour mixed ores into it, the sieve will sort and separate them according to particle size, weight, and shape.

But in the end, it was an external force.

You need to spend time creating it, calibrating it, and maintaining it.

Moreover, the sieve’s precision was fixed, determined by one’s level of comprehension of the Celestial Phenomenon Dao Pattern. The size of its mesh determined what kind of substances it could separate.

The Spirit Root, however, was Murphy’s own innate ability.

It was like a pair of hands.

Not just any ordinary hands. If the chaotic Spiritual Qi was a ball of thread, then the Spirit Root was a pair of hands that instinctively knew how to untangle it.

Before these hands, that chaotic, tangled mess of thread that would stump an ordinary person would automatically loosen, straighten itself out, and transform into neat, individual strands.

As natural as eating or drinking.

As instinctive as breathing.

There was no need to do it deliberately, no need to expend extra Mana, and no need for careful control.

As long as he willed it, the chaotic Spiritual Qi within him would automatically separate, sort itself, and merge into its proper places.

This was what Breathing and Guiding ’Entering the Hall’ had granted him.

The ability to enhance his Spirit Root.

In fact, his breathing and guiding of Spiritual Qi had become even more efficient.

Murphy opened his eyes.

The Spiritual Qi circulating within his body had completely stabilized.

He could feel his strength returning. The Mana he had consumed in the previous battle was replenishing bit by bit.

Faster than in the New Realm.

Faster than in the Old Realm.

Because the Spiritual Qi here, though chaotic, was extremely dense.

He turned his head and looked at Rodrick, who was still kneeling on the ground.