Longevity Strange Immortal
Chapter 69 Lung Divine Skills [Primordial Fetal Breath]

Chapter 69: Chapter 69 Lung Divine Skills [Primordial Fetal Breath]

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Ragged coughing echoed throughout the room. Sitting cross-legged, Li Mo’s face was flushed red as searing pain engulfed his lungs, making breathing nearly impossible.

Under the shadows’ contrast, an inexplicable aura of terror emanated from Li Mo.

The Ghost Tiger crouched in a corner, staring at Li Mo with a look of sheer panic.

If not for Li Mo’s earlier instructions, the Ghost Tiger would have surely fled the room in blind terror under the pull of instinct.

Li Mo coughed violently for a long while; his clenched teeth were unknowingly stained with blood. Dark red streaks of blood mingled with discernible specks of dust.

Soon, his lungs seemed to lose all vitality, and no matter how forcefully he tried to breathe, he couldn’t draw even the slightest bit of air from the outside.

Li Mo forced himself to calm down, his consciousness gradually returning to a state of clarity.

He suddenly felt a warmth envelop his entire body, as though he had returned to the maternal womb, with his pores rhythmically expanding and contracting.

His pores transformed into organs of respiration, and his lungs began to regain their vitality.

Li Mo came to an epiphany.

"Those who obtain fetal breathing can breathe without relying on their mouth or nostrils, as if still within the womb."

As the thought formed in his mind, a gale inexplicably swept through the room, swirling around him, revealing an indescribable rhythm.

Li Mo’s mouth and nose remained tightly shut, yet, like a fetus in the womb, he breathed entirely through the pores on his skin.

He realized now that the divine skill awakening in his lungs was known as [Primordial Fetal Breathing], its apparent function merely replacing traditional respiration with pores, but its aid to cultivation proved profound.

Li Mo’s face bore a faint smile as he used his consciousness to guide the spiritual energy of the outside world.

Originally, spiritual energy would flow through the mouth and nose into the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, but now, with the awakening of Primordial Fetal Breathing, the energy surged directly into his body through his pores.

His cultivation efficiency increased by at least fifty percent, and countless subtle advantages followed.

Even in thin-air environments, Li Mo could rely on Primordial Fetal Breathing to extract traces of air and could breathe freely underwater using the divine skill.

He intended to pause and rest for a moment but suddenly froze as his expression shifted.

More and more spiritual energy flooded into his pores, forcibly advancing his Primordial Postnatal Dao Body, saturating his flesh, bones, and ligaments with spiritual energy.

Li Mo squinted, his half-closed eyes gleaming coldly as the Ghost Tiger instinctively retreated several steps.

The slow progress of the Primordial Postnatal Dao Body, fueled by Primordial Fetal Breathing, underwent a complete transformation, now entirely mastered by Li Mo.

Li Mo unconsciously activated his Primordial Postnatal Dao Body, and sudden gusts of sand swept through the seclusion room.

He put away the Desert Map, only to discover intricate, mystical patterns surfacing on his skin, resembling the ancient inscriptions found on a bronze tripod.

Within ten meters around him—the prayer mat beneath his feet, the wooden furniture—all began to disintegrate into sand, emitting a toxic and acrid-smelling mist.

Dust billowed, and the air crackled with energy.

The Primordial Postnatal Dao Body rendered Li Mo’s physical form as corrosive as spiritual energy, violently assimilating the surrounding environment.

Li Mo could sense the room’s mist fog spiritual energy density growing noticeably.

Crack, crack, crack...

The beams of the structure groaned under pressure, fissures spreading as the already decrepit shop struggled to withstand the destructive force of mist fog spiritual energy.

Li Mo hurriedly restrained the Primordial Postnatal Dao Body, finally restoring stability to the shop.

Scanning his surroundings, he found the room in absolute disarray, nearly reduced to rubble. If the shop indeed collapsed, his plans to open an Artifact Refining Shop would require reconsideration.

Extending his right hand, the intricate patterns had vanished from his skin, but the Primordial Postnatal Dao Body continued to exert its influence. Fortunately, its destructive power had greatly diminished.

Frowning slightly, Li Mo had anticipated that his leakless body could suppress the Primordial Postnatal Dao Body. Yet, it retained half of its residual force.

Li Mo wasn’t overly worried about being discovered; at most, others might speculate that the phenomena were caused by the Desert Map.

Still, the uncontrollable nature of the Primordial Postnatal Dao Body instilled a sense of unease in him.

Li Mo shook his head and muttered to himself, "Well, at least the benefits outweigh the disadvantages. After all, once the Primordial Postnatal Dao Body is fully unsealed, spells will be enhanced by thirty percent and the mist fog spiritual power concentration will indeed increase."

For him, completely suppressing the Primordial Postnatal Dao Body was not impossible; it merely required applying the third human skin imprint. However, there were very few blank pages remaining.

Li Mo turned his awareness inward, inspecting his five internal organs and six viscera for further drawbacks associated with the Primordial Postnatal Dao Body.

He had a strong suspicion that the Primordial Postnatal Dao Body originated from the Sub-Device Sect—a magical method used to artificially cultivate Dao Bodies—which explained its instability.

"It seems even the Sub-Device Sect cannot strip away Innate Dao Bodies and must use magical methods to cultivate Postnatal Dao Bodies."

After confirming that his internal organs were fine, Li Mo swept his consciousness over the Creation Book.

A peculiar expression crossed his face as he discovered the Creation Book had a new special blank page. However, it appeared incomplete, covering only four-fifths.

The new blank page was transparent, its texture akin to softened glass.

The moment Li Mo’s consciousness touched the glass-like blank page, it faintly connected to four of his five internal organs, suggesting that the page could be completed by imprinting the spleen.

"If the five internal organs can nurture these special blank pages, then surely the six viscera, three elixir fields, four limbs, and spine can do the same."

For a moment, Li Mo was filled with thrill and excitement at uncovering the hidden potential of the Creation Book.

He couldn’t resist standing up, and in an instant, the floor cracked beneath him. Rodents fled in droves from the shop, while birds let out alarmed cries of distress.

Li Mo steadied his posture and retrieved large quantities of timber from his storage bag.

The wood was high-quality pearwood, originally intended to be sent to Niu Village. Now, it had to serve the purpose of repairing the shop.

Li Mo worked diligently, practically replacing the shop’s structure entirely.

Additionally, he crafted several shelves, placing them in the first-floor hall to prepare for opening the Artifact Refining Shop.

The commotion from repairing the shop naturally attracted the attention of cultivators from Fuxing Town.

Many were intrigued, having heard of the reputation of the Four-legged True Man, while others—especially cultivators from Rong Town—looked on with thinly veiled schadenfreude.

The conflicts revolving around Duozhi Mountain were deep-rooted. Rong Town dispatched several Daoists seeking Foundation Establishment, who had temporarily emerged from seclusion and were heading toward Fuxing Town.

Everyone knew Rong Town had assigned control of Duozhi Mountain to Han Cai, causing Li Mo to swiftly become a target of attention and controversy.

During Li Mo’s recent breakthrough in seclusion, the array shrouding Duozhi Mountain had dissipated partly, drawing hundreds of loose cultivators to swarm the mountain.

The government office had even posted a public notice, declaring that the mountain’s foothill areas would be open to the public.

Li Mo belatedly gazed out of the window toward Duozhi Mountain.

The mountain continued to grow relentlessly, its grotesque mass of innumerable limbs undulating irregularly, evoking an instinctive sense of dread.

Li Mo realized with a sinking heart that he was being dragged into the maelstrom’s center.

He retrieved a spiritual tablet to investigate further, only to discover through information released by a pawn shop that Rong Town planned to pay significant cultivation-related elixirs to exploit Duozhi Mountain’s resources.

The most important among them was:

[Dao-entry Umbilical Cord]

The umbilical cord, a lifeline connecting the fetus to the placenta at birth.

Li Mo didn’t yet grasp the purpose of the Dao-entry Umbilical Cord, but as fragments of memory trickled out from the Creation Book, his pupils abruptly constricted.

According to the Creation Book, seven thousand years ago, the Dao-entry Umbilical Cord had another name:

[Foundation Pill]

"Summon helpers; acquiring the Foundation Pill on my own is simply impossible."