Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 412 Recovery
Wu is a man of his word; he keeps his promises and doesn't play games.

An honest person says that if you die once, you really die once.

Breathing stops, the heart stops beating, and brain waves drop to zero. When all life activities cease, has life truly ended?

"The body is numb. Six times the dose of lizard slumber venom has taken effect."

The Sleeping Potion, an extremely rare magical potion, originates from the hibernation instinct of snakes. It is a biological poison conceptualized by using their venom as a base.

These are typically belonging to special life forms, used to sustain life in dire circumstances. Long sleep can restore the original essence of life to a certain extent, and even the most severe injuries may one day be rescued.

If the user is not a creature like a venomous lizard or snake, they could potentially go from a long slumber to true death at any time.

However, the monks took advantage of this characteristic to send themselves to the brink of death. Whether they could return depended on their own abilities. Since monks are a profession that transcends life and death, it is normal that they could not die.

"Is this what death feels like? The taste of nothingness."

Without intense emotions, without frustration or excitement, without physical activation, pheromones, or feelings, the spirit is unusually calm.

"If this is the 'inner peace' that monks crave, it's a truly ironic joke."

To achieve the effect of "death," with the help of an alchemist, Rean ultimately took a potion that was more than six times the normal dose.

Now, the medicine has taken effect, and the body has lost all sensation.

Limbs, torso, and head are all gradually losing themselves.

Is death simply darkness?

Rean felt an endless darkness enveloping him; he could see nothing, hear nothing. Life seemed to be coming to an end.

Darkness, or nothingness, is the only feeling at this moment.

The senses of touch and sensation in the body are gone, as are emotions; only a meaningless emptiness envelops me.

Life yearns for an end.

The soul yearns for rest.

Just sleep like this, a sweet and meaningless eternal sleep is right before you.
"I cannot die like this."

Rean knew that if he went to sleep following his body's instincts, he would truly die.

"Move it."

He tried to move his body, tried to stimulate his organs, tried to let the spark of his soul activate his flesh.

He could feel himself continuing to fall.

Plunging into this infinite darkness, plunging into this deepest night, plunging into the night of death.
"No, I haven't finished my homework yet. I mean, I have a lot of things to do."

The spirit is unwilling to simply perish; it tries to drive something. Even if the body can no longer respond, even if magic can no longer respond, as long as the body has not completely perished, life itself will respond.

"boom!"

A thunderous roar echoed within his body.

Unlike monks who seek "ki," Rean's extraordinary profession has given him a certain amount of ki, but it is neither much nor pure; among true monks, it can only be considered inferior.

"enough"

However, as a catalyst for life energy, it is sufficient to gradually activate the life response.

"boom!"

The heart is still the first organ to be activated.

A large amount of energy rose from the dantian and rushed straight into the chest.

The gathered energy forcefully massages the heart, allowing it to gradually recover.

Blood flowed through the veins once more.

Even though it may have only been "dead" for a few minutes, many parts of the body still went into a state of "sleep" or even "death". However, the blood and qi mixed with a large amount of qi flowed into various parts of the body and gradually activated them.

"So that's how Qi is generated." When the body can no longer function, Rean's entire body is filled with Qi itself, and he naturally senses where the Qi comes from.

It is produced from the five internal organs, overflows from the four limbs and five senses, flows from the pores of the whole body, and circulates through breathing and even the internal circulation of breath.
"Turns out, they're everywhere."

The continuation of life naturally consumes, generates, continues, and multiplies the energy of life.

Rean's body began to shrink, not just because he controlled his body and forcibly compressed it, but because large areas of muscle and fat were burned and transformed into pure life energy.

"If you let them keep burning, they will naturally die sooner."

Awakening to Qi, but unable to fully control it, will soon lead to death due to the loss of life energy.

But what if we change direction and control it in reverse?

"Closed."

The vents were sealed, and the burning of the machine stopped, but the flames continued, only circulating steadily within the body.

Compared to other new monks, Rean's starting point may be their final destination.
"Is this the vent?"

The soul abilities of the heroes have been fully activated without their knowledge.

Everything has its own "breathing" rhythm, and so too do our own organs, limbs, and even skin have channels for the flow of breath.

"Close, open, close."

Rean began to consciously control them, controlling the flow of energy in various parts of his body.

Power is will, and the energy (life energy) mixed with will is the network by which he controls his physical body.

The monks' reaction speed is the most outrageous, but it doesn't just rely on a simple neural network. The omnipresent internal energy is their true control network.

Perhaps compared to druids, monks are the true life-based classes, except that they only control their own bodies and energy.

"So, the physical body isn't vaporized, but purely energy-based. Can the spirit and the physical body transform into each other?"

Rean was astonished by the limits and essence of the monk profession, but the next moment, he was even more surprised that his emotions had returned, which meant that the components that control emotions and pheromones had been reactivated.

"I'm back."

Rean, who had broken free from his "long slumber," returned, and as the sunlight fell, he felt inexplicably moved.

When the will is given to try and block out the sunlight, the arm has already done so beforehand.

There is no such thing as physical imbalance. All parts are the material basis controlled by "life" and are part of one's own body. When the spirit and body are completely integrated, and when will and energy are mixed together, the mind and body are ready to be activated at any moment.

High-level martial monks can even actively change the state of their physical bodies through willpower.

"I'm starting to understand why the monks' attacks and speed are so fast."

The Heroic Spirit Compendium selected the most suitable Heroic Spirit for Rean, and as this body gradually revived, Rean was inexplicably moved.

Is this what the world is all about?

He saw it; everything around him was breathing. Suliman looked at herself with unease. The air around her was pale blue, a color of melancholy and unease. The next moment, it turned pink, a color of happiness and security.

The trees outside the window are also breathing; the faint green light is the cycle of life. It is simply living on, and that is enough.

He looked up at the sun. It was a soaring flame, a golden luster, an aggregate of infinite life.

No, it's an illusion. It may not be life itself, but rather the colors of life that the sunlight brings to the surroundings.

"what?"

But amidst the vibrant colors around it, there was a discordant patch of black on the roof.

A black aura, filled with hatred and a thirst for slaughter, lurked in a corner of the roof, its murderous eyes silently watching below.

"How dare you! Taste my fist."

(End of this chapter)