Starting with the creation of the Immortal Clan through the compilation of the family genealogy.

Chapter 80 Enlightenment on the Stone Wall, Qi and Blood Reversal
Upon entering the secret realm, a familiar yet rich ancient spiritual energy wafted towards us.

Yun Songzi took a deep breath, closed his eyes and sensed for a moment. His spiritual sense swept across the entire secret realm like ripples on water, and then he opened his eyes with satisfaction.

"The foundation is in place." Yun Songzi's voice carried a hint of a smile.

"That ancient boulder has a deep and solid aura, and it is completely integrated with the spiritual veins of this place. With it here, even if an ordinary Golden Core cultivator leads a team to attack, they will not be able to easily shake our mountain gate."

Meng Xihong focused his mind on sensing the immense pressure, and his heart calmed down somewhat. This ancient tortoise, at the late Golden Core stage, might be the sect's most powerful protective force besides Yun Songzi for a long time to come.

Yun Songzi looked towards the distant mountains and forests, his smile widening: "And those little guys too. The Foundation Establishment mid-stage spirit python that guarded the Moonflower Grass back then, plus the few we subdued later, makes up four or five Foundation Establishment combatants, enough to form an elite personal guard."

"As for those few Wind-Walking Beasts and Rock-Splitting Lizards at the peak of Qi Refining," he chuckled, "they'll be perfect as patrol vanguards, running errands and doing odd jobs. In the future, I will pass on the Spirit Control Daoist Method to you and Yan Wei. With a little practice, this guard team composed of spirit beasts will be the most elite patrol protectors of our Tianyan Sect!"
Moreover, although we cannot open the star portal yet, with the secret realm access we have obtained, it is more than enough to send them out to help.

This well-balanced team of spirit beasts, with their varying skill levels, is far more reliable than a bunch of hungry, inexperienced disciples!

As Meng Xihong listened to Yun Songzi's grand plan, his gaze swept over the vibrant secret realm, and a surge of pride welled up within him. However, the thought of his son, whose breath was faint in the inner room, instantly suppressed that pride.

He took a deep breath and solemnly bowed to Yun Songzi: "Senior Yun, I will remember everything you said. The future of Tianyan Sect is inseparable from you and from this foundation."

“But…” he changed the subject, his voice no longer able to conceal his anxiety and sorrow, “Yan An… he can’t wait much longer. Every moment of delay increases his danger. Please forgive my impatience, let’s go to the herb garden now.”

Looking at the bloodshot eyes and anxiety in his eyes, Yun Songzi sighed, "I understand, old man. But who said you had to run on two legs?"

He chuckled softly, then suddenly raised his hand and gave a clear, melodious whistle towards the distant dense forest.

As soon as the whistle sounded, a rustling sound came from the woods.

A moment later, two extraordinary figures leaped out of the forest and landed steadily in front of the two. They were two strange beasts that resembled cheetahs, but whose bodies were covered with blue scales and whose hooves trod in faint whirlwinds.

They ran up to Yun Songzi, obediently lowered their proud heads, gently rubbed their heads against his trouser leg, and made ingratiating gurgling sounds in their throats.

These were two of the three spirit beasts that Yun Songzi had tamed using literary methods, namely the Wind Beasts.

“Look, ride this.” Yun Songzi raised his chin. “It’s much faster than your two legs.”

As he spoke, he flipped over and mounted one of the horses, his movements graceful and elegant.

Seeing this, Meng Xihong said no more and nimbly mounted the back of another Wind Beast. The beast's back was broad and stable, and its scales felt cool to the touch, but were not hard.

"go!"

Without needing to be whipped, the two Wind-Riding Beasts understood perfectly. Their four hooves spurred them forward, transforming them into two streaks of azure light as they sped towards the herb garden. The rugged terrain of the mountains and forests trod through them as if it were flat ground, with only the whistling wind filling their ears.

It was indeed more than twice as fast as I could using my lightness skill!
Soon, the two passed through the ancient banyan forest, crossed the Thousand-Pound Soul-Tempering Pool, and arrived at the ancient medicinal garden that the Meng family regarded as a treasure.

Under Bai Muyun's careful tending and nourishment with spiritual energy, the medicinal herbs in the herb garden were growing vigorously, possessing even more spiritual charm than when they last left.

Meng Xihong's gaze immediately locked onto the edge of the herb garden, on the mottled stone wall that stood quietly.

In his eyes, the stone wall was no longer an inanimate object.

Those seemingly chaotic engravings seem to contain the most primal and wild rhythms of heaven and earth. Some engravings resemble dragons and snakes rising from the land, unrestrained and full of the power of creation.

Some of the engravings are like towering mountains, steady and heavy, as if they can bear the vicissitudes of time.

Other engravings resemble the orbits of stars, repeating endlessly, revealing true artistry in the smallest details.

These engravings, when combined, are no longer flat pictures, but three-dimensional human figures, practicing some kind of profound and mysterious movement!
"Just as I thought!" Meng Xihong was shocked, and his breath became hot.

These images are not complete cultivation techniques, but rather imprints of will containing the "Daoist essence" of body refinement.

They were chaotic and full of primal wildness. If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be overwhelmed by this massive torrent of information in an instant and become an idiot.

But Meng Xihong stubbornly held onto a sliver of clarity in his mind.

His literary talent and martial arts potential were pushed to their limits at this moment!

His literary talent and integrity allowed him to transcend countless ages and resonate faintly with the ancient beings who left these marks, thus understanding their "meaning."

His martial arts background allows him to analyze, from the most basic level, how these movements temper the body's qi, blood, muscles, bones, and spirit, and to understand their "form".

The true essence of the practice lies in the harmony of form and intention.

Yun Songzi stood aside, watching Meng Xihong stare blankly at the stone wall, sometimes frowning, sometimes looking dazed, and sometimes unconsciously gesturing something. His eyes were full of surprise.

He tried to observe the stone wall with his divine sense and his divine eye, but he still found nothing and could only sense a desolate and ancient aura.

“A monster, what a monster…” Yun Songzi shook his head, sighing inwardly.

He decided to stop bothering him and sat cross-legged to the side, protecting Meng Xihong.

Meng Xihong's entire mind was completely immersed in the vast world displayed on the stone wall.

He seemed to see an ancient human sage, shirtless, fighting against the heavens, the earth, and all sorts of ferocious beasts on the primordial land.

Every punch and kick he makes contains the purest power and wisdom.

This is the true essence of body tempering!
Using one's own body as a furnace, heaven and earth as firewood, and all things as a whetstone, one can ultimately forge an indestructible and supreme Dao body.

"puff--!"

Meng Xihong suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale instantly.

Meng Xihong suddenly opened his eyes, then gasped for breath, feeling as if his head was about to split open. The grand voices of the ancient human sages still echoed in his mind, and his blood and qi were surging uncontrollably throughout his body, as if they were about to burst out of his blood vessels and explode.

Upon seeing this, Yun Songzi immediately rushed over, his face full of worry.

"How did it go, kid Xihong?"

(End of this chapter)