玄 Xing martial arts reach the level of 'seeing the gods,' where one can perceive the countless 'spirits' within the minute details of the physical body.

However, those 'spirits' are not true deities. They refer to the sensitive acupoints that govern the body's functions, like the gods who rule the heavens and earth in legends.

An Qisheng had already reached this stage.

He could perceive the most minute details of his physical body, understand the function of any acupoint within the body, and perfectly control every subtle aspect of his being.

But this could only reach the limit of the human body. If he wanted to go further and break the limits of physical strength, seeing 'gods' alone wouldn't suffice.

Like Mu Longcheng, after seeing the gods, he could use various instruments to observe more minute cells, even genetic structures, and modify genes to evolve the human body.

That was small.

What An Qisheng wanted to do was grand!

Integrate the gods within his body, master the magnetic field of heaven and earth to cleanse and temper his physique, and break the limits of the human body!

Break the shackles of the land of spiritual dearth!

This was the Yellow Court Twenty-Four Gods!

Long ago, An Qisheng had realized the consonance between the Yellow Court Scripture and the Dao of Seeing the Gods. Compared to seeing the gods, the Yellow Court Scripture contained many hypotheses.

That was the gods within the body!

However, the Yellow Court Scripture only recorded that there were gods within the human body, but it was blank on how to refine them.

It wasn't until he condensed the Niwan God in the Jiu Fu Realm that An Qisheng understood.

The subsequent Five Qi Unifying at the Origin was the initial success of his martial arts and his exploration of the 'body gods.'

Spirit and flesh unite, body and gods unite, until essence, qi, and spirit unite.

The five qi return to the five elders, and the three flowers transform into the three purities.

However, if he wanted to forge a path distinct from Xuan Xing and the Jiu Fu Realm from scratch, even An Qisheng was incapable. Therefore, he left behind the Wang Quan Sword, relying on countless geniuses of later generations to perfect his own path.

Tong Zhengyang's contribution was truly immeasurable and of paramount importance!

Whoosh, whoosh...

The wind howled, thunder roared, electric snakes rampaged, and the magnetic field was in turmoil.

An indescribable, immense pressure pressed upon him, and the surging, stinging current spread throughout his body, but An Qisheng seemed unaware as his mind sank deep within.

Controlling the vibrations in every minute part of his body, wisps of bioelectricity rose, colliding and merging with the incoming thunderous currents.

Gradually, under the coexistence of various conditions, his magnetic field began to slowly transform.

"He actually had this idea..."

Daoist Juechen's fingers were sore from clenching as his heart couldn't calm down.

After days of Dao discussions at Wudang Mountain, he was very clear about what An Qisheng wanted to do. Seeing his magnetic field begin to transform again, his heart was filled with inexpressible shock.

Surrounded by thunder, with a zombie king at his side, the bizarre and electric snakes coexisting, any misstep would lead to his body being smashed to pieces!

Roar~

In the distance, the zombie roared.

However, with the thunder raging here, even a zombie with only a trace of instinct dared not approach.

Buzz~

Strands of bioelectricity flowed like a tangible substance within his body, spreading towards his limbs, connecting every minute place like an invisible net.

Heaven and earth were the furnace, and thunder was the fire.

Under the immense pressure, the magnetic field formed by the bioelectricity gradually permeated every minute place.

Then, under the control of his mind, it slowly flowed upstream, passing through his limbs and reaching the six yang gathering points at his head.

Boom!

Thunder boomed in his mind!

In the dim void, starlight reappeared!

The Niwan Nine Palaces reappeared!

The Niwan Palace was the head of all gods, of utmost importance.

To become a body god, one must first form the Niwan!

The Niwan was called the Nine Truths, also known as the Nine Heads, secretly corresponding to the ancient legend of the Nine-Headed Clan.

Buzz~

Each of the Niwan Nine Palaces lit up, and his divine intent seemed to have a master, causing every inch of his skin to tighten.

His mind sank, descending to his five viscera.

Faintly, within the rotation of his life's magnetic field, it seemed as if temples were being derived within the depths of his five viscera.

In a trance, the rudiments of gods seemed to be born within.

The heart stores the spirit, merging with the fire of the Southern Red Emperor to form the Divine Dan Yuan.

The liver stores the soul, merging with the wood of the Eastern Green Emperor to form the Divine Dragon Zhi.

The spleen stores the intent, merging with the earth of the Central Yellow Emperor to form the Divine Changzai.

The lungs store the魄 (po, corporeal soul), merging with the gold of the Western White Emperor to form the Divine Haohua.

The kidneys store the essence, merging with the water of the Northern Black Emperor to form the Divine Xuanming.

Adding the Nine-Headed Clan of the Niwan, they could be called the Six Rulers of Man, the leaders of all gods!

Rumble!

At the instant when the five viscera and Niwan, the Six Rulers were initially formed.

Tangible lightning burst out of his body, the magnitude of the sound seeming to rival the crisscrossing thunder!

Daoist Juechen, who was paying close attention to this scene, couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

At this moment, in his perception.

An Qisheng's magnetic field had disappeared!

Buzz~

An Qisheng sat with his five hearts facing the sky, his five viscera, and the center of his brow flickering with light like tangible substances.

A tiny, insignificant seed was slowly forming in his lower dantian.

At this moment, An Qisheng finally felt power!

The rudimentary form of the body gods, like a country with a ruler, and dragons with a head, allowed his physical power to be unified like never before!

His mind was clearer than ever before, and with a thought, all doubts had dissipated. His five viscera wriggled and swallowed, utilizing any food residue a hundredfold.

Every strand of bioelectricity born in his body seemed to possess spirituality, wandering within his limbs, cleansing every inch of his muscles, every inch of his flesh.

Spiraling in cycles, all the way to the dantian.

It was as if a huge magnetic field circuit diagram had formed within his body!

His pores expanded, and streams of turbid gas were expelled. Every muscle, bone, skin, and even more minute parts of his body, let out a hearty shout.

Visibly, his physique was changing, his body was growing taller, his fingers were becoming slender, his skin was becoming tighter, and invisibly, his bones were becoming crystalline, his blood was becoming viscous, and his muscle fibers were like they had been tempered a thousand times, their lines becoming more perfect and more resilient.

Hu!

A mouthful of turbid air was slowly exhaled, piercing through the intersecting currents like a sword.

Before the airflow had dissipated, his hair, which had been burned by the lightning and fire, had already grown back!

Boom!

As he integrated his aura and reshaped his foundation, the spreading magnetic field suddenly converged, reducing collisions.

After another bolt of lightning struck, there was no more lightning, and the dark clouds in the sky seemed to show signs of dissipating.

Whoosh, whoosh~

The airflow slowly subsided, and the flying snowflakes fell one after another.

An Qisheng slowly stood up, looking at the golden coffin standing upside down next to him, which was more than three meters tall.

This golden coffin was covered in black lines, densely wrapped around every part, and on it, there were golden talismans fluttering in the wind.

The lightning had washed away the blood color on it, and the talismans seemed to have come to life in the lightning. The zombie king, Zhu Shang, had been completely sealed within.

Not to mention pushing the coffin lid, even the transmission of the magnetic field was almost completely blocked.

With the power of his perception at this time, he couldn't even perceive the zombie king Zhu Shang inside the golden coffin.

But this wasn't because of the material of the golden coffin, but because of the talismans on it that emitted a faint golden light.

These talismans could not only absorb the power of lightning, but also isolate magnetic fields and suppress evil.

An Qisheng's senses were enhanced to the limit, and he could hear a faint impact sound from within the golden coffin.

The zombie king had gone mad.

It wouldn't be long before the seal was broken through, only to close again. Anyone would go mad.

Unfortunately, no matter how the zombie king collided, the golden coffin remained motionless.

"This talisman..."

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

This talisman isolated the inside from the outside. The zombie king couldn't escape, and he couldn't perceive what was inside.

In other words, he couldn't collect the zombie king's mental imprint, or the world coordinates.

Unless, he tore off these talismans.

But if these talismans were torn off, Zhu Shang would inevitably escape.

Whoosh, whoosh~

As the thunder dissipated, Daoist Juechen strode over.

"This is... success?"

Daoist Juechen didn't even look at the golden coffin, his eyes wandering over An Qisheng.

An Qisheng at this time was quite peculiar.

His clothes had been burned, but he wasn't exposed at all, because as his pores expanded, layers of white bubbles exploded, covering his body like clouds.

罡 Qi (gang qi, stellar energy), in the end, was the use of airflow at extremely high speeds. Using stellar energy to strike an inch away was already the limit of stellar energy. Even seeing the gods might not be much stronger.

Using stellar energy to this extent made even Daoist Juechen feel a little surprised.

"The Qi seed has just been formed and still needs to be tempered."

Surrounded by airflow, An Qisheng had a trace of understanding on his face, as serene as a god statue in a temple:

"It still needs three months of tempering to be considered the foundation of the Dao."

Realm was realm, and physical strength was physical strength, and they couldn't be confused.

The five viscera and the Niwan Palace were only in their initial form. If he wanted his physical strength to reach a level matching his realm, he would still need time to nurture them.

The nourishment it required was unknown how much resources it would take.

At least, before his physique was complete and his Dao foundation was formed, it was impossible for him to directly absorb the magnetic field and lightning current of heaven and earth.

This was like turning someone else's money into his own.

It required a process. Seizing was not a good idea.

"It really works, it really works..."

Daoist Juechen's heart was surging, unable to control himself.

These days, he had been more shocked than he had been in the first half of his life combined.

"The threshold for this path is too high. It needs to be sorted out before it can be discussed with the Daoist Priest."

An Qisheng's eyes were deep.

The Qi seed, or the Dao foundation.

This path was the culmination of the martial arts of Xuan Xing and the Jiu Fu Realm. It took sixty years to shape the prototype and three thousand years to bloom, and now there was finally a glimmer of hope.

However, the threshold for this path was too high.

The first step of grasping the magnetic field was already a height that even seeing the gods couldn't reach.

Martial artists who see the gods can perceive the 'gods' within their bodies and influence the magnetic field of heaven and earth through various formations, but they still can't control their own magnetic field at will like him.

Throughout the ages of Xuan Xing for thousands of years, there have been very few people who could reach this threshold.

Inadvertently, he thought of Mr. Yangming.

This last sage of the Da Xuan Dynasty, a perfect man throughout the ages, undoubtedly reached the required level in his cultivation of the mind and his spiritual realm.

Unfortunately...

"No hurry, no hurry."

Daoist Juechen calmed his mind, looked at the golden coffin standing upside down, and as the blood color faded and the thunder disappeared, the evil magnetic field of the Himalayas almost completely disappeared:

"How to deal with this golden coffin? Sink it in the sea? Burn it? Or directly send it into outer space?"