The situation had stabilized, for now.
But Chu Bai’s brow only furrowed deeper.
’"A quarter of an hour... What good will that do?"’
This was just a slow death. After a quarter of an hour, everyone’s Spiritual Power would be depleted, and the Divine Body would still crumble. They would all die then anyway.
He had to find a variable, a way to break this stalemate, within this desperate countdown.
’"The variable... it has to be me."’
Chu Bai took a deep breath. Amidst the deafening roar, he slowly closed his eyes and sat cross-legged in the center of the altar.
He felt the vast Divine Body. He felt the torrent of Spiritual Power within it—immense, yet chaotic and disordered, coming from over a thousand different cultivators.
This Spiritual Power, while abundant, lacked coordination. It was like scattered sand, capable only of being crudely piled together.
’"What if I could unify all this Spiritual Power... What if I could make this Divine Body cultivate just like a cultivator?"’
A crazy idea exploded in Chu Bai’s mind.
Cultivators practiced Qi Cultivation by relying on a Cultivation Technique to guide a Circulation, converting nature’s spiritual energy into their own Magical Power.
The limit of a Qi Cultivation Technique was typically the Realm of Perfection, allowing for effortless control and an endless flow of power.
But Chu Bai was different.
Relying on his [Non-stop Rushing] Fate Chart, he had trained bitterly day after day, long ago shattering the shackles of the Cultivation Technique. He had pushed the basic Guiyuan Technique to the [Microscopic] level!
A Microcosmic Enterer could perceive the most minute details and control them with absolute precision.
’"Ordinary people can’t control the Divine Body because it’s too vast. Its meridians are like great rivers and its acupoints like lakes; their Divine Thought simply can’t manage it all."’
’"But I have Micro Level control and a Divine Thought at the Perfection level from the Guardian Scripture..."’
Chu Bai’s eyes snapped open, a brilliant light bursting from them.
’"Since this Divine Body is just a shell, I’ll use my ’Skill’ to become its core!"’
’"Let’s see if I can guide this hundred-zhang giant through a Grand Circulation!"’
Driven by this insane thought, Chu Bai stopped treating the Spiritual Power of a thousand people as simple fuel. Instead, he began to see it as his own.
Guiyuan Technique, activate!
In that instant, a strange ripple spread out from the center of the altar.
The chaotic Five Elements Qi, which had been rampaging and even clashing within the Underground Palace’s Array, suddenly acted like leaderless soldiers that had found their commander. They were forcibly captured by an incredibly fine, incredibly domineering Divine Thought.
’"Flow along the Du Meridian, past the Weilü point, through the Jiaji channel..."’
Chu Bai gritted his teeth, forcibly projecting the circulation map of his own tiny meridians onto the hundred-zhang Divine Body.
This was incredibly difficult.
It was like trying to dredge the Yangtze River with an embroidery needle.
’"Move, damn you!!"’
Chu Bai let out a low roar, his Micro Level control on full display.
He precisely located the long-desiccated Earth Vein nodes within the Divine Body’s rock structure and forced the Spiritual Power of over a thousand people into them.
A low hum suddenly emanated from the Divine Body’s Dantian.
This sound wasn’t like the previous physical impacts. It was a tremor born from the rhythm of life itself.
Inside the Underground Palace, the cultivators, who had been in agony, suddenly felt their bodies lighten.
The tearing sensation of having their Spiritual Power forcibly drained was gone, replaced by a strange feeling of being gently guided.
They felt that their Spiritual Power was no longer flowing into a bottomless pit, but merging into a surging, orderly river.
Outside.
The three Divine Spirits, who had been attacking wildly, froze mid-motion.
They saw that the stone giant—once lifeless and only able to take a beating—suddenly had complex, bright channels of light appearing across its surface.
Those were meridians.
An unprecedentedly vast aura was circulating through the Divine Body, rapidly brewing and sublimating via the Circulation.
It was a feat that a Qi Cultivation Stage Cultivator wouldn’t even dare to dream of—
Using a man as the will, a god as the body, to forcibly begin a cultivation cycle—!
Another powerful, heavy blow from the Black Iron Mace smashed down on the Lingma Mountain God’s shoulder.
This time, however, the despairing sound of shattering rock was absent.
Instead, a fine, web-like net of dark gold light suddenly flared to life on the Mountain God’s originally dim and coarse stone surface.
This was the manifestation of the Guiyuan Technique operating at its peak—Chu Bai had used his Divine Thought as a needle and the Spiritual Power of a thousand people as thread to weave a skeletal framework of Spiritual Power across the Divine Body’s surface.
When the mace struck, the violent impact was no longer focused on a single point. Instead, it instantly dispersed along the flowing net of light to every inch of the hundred-zhang Divine Body before being channeled into the earth.
"It blocked it... It really blocked it!"
In the Underground Palace, the cultivators who had closed their eyes to await death were overjoyed to discover that although the tremors from outside were still terrifying, the backlash that had felt like it would shatter their internal organs had weakened by more than seventy percent!
"Don’t stop! Keep sending your Spiritual Power! Follow my lead!"
Chu Bai’s voice exploded in everyone’s Sea of Consciousness, carrying an unquestionable authority.
As the Guiyuan Technique completed its first Grand Circulation, the difficult, heavy sensation of control finally began to fade.
The vast pool of Spiritual Power, once like stagnant water, now surged like a mighty river, teeming with Endless Life.
Chu Bai no longer felt like he was carrying a mountain on his back, but rather driving an unruly Demon Horse Carriage.
It was still clumsy, but at least... it could move.
’"Since it can move, then... let’s go!"’
Chu Bai’s gaze sharpened, and he spurred his Divine Thought forward.
The hundred-zhang giant, which had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly pushed itself up with both arms, rising to its feet with a grating, earth-shattering roar!
This action was completely beyond the three Deities’ expectations.
In their minds, this crippled "Pseudo-God" was supposed to just cower and wait for death.

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