Two days later.

Mist Hidden Sea Inner Sea.

A desolate Sea Island.

Yang Che stood on the highest cliff of the island, and after listening to the Purple-haired girl's Cultivate method, he couldn't help but gasp.

"Are you sure you have to Cultivate like this?" Yang Che asked, puzzled.

"What? Are you questioning this Purple King? Or are you saying you have no confidence in yourself?"

The Purple-haired girl's expression was cold.

Yang Che was silent for a moment, looked at the sea surface at least a hundred feet below, and gritted his teeth, "Then let's begin."

"Remember, you can only climb up from this current position. Don't think about taking shortcuts."

The Purple-haired girl pointed along the cliff face, meaning he could only climb up from that exact spot.

Then she suddenly asked, "Do you have a wooden bucket?"

Yang Che was surprised, but didn't ask further, taking out the large wooden bucket he usually soaked in.

"Just put it here. You should start quickly."

The Purple-haired girl's expression was indifferent. She pointed a finger, restricting all of Yang Che's magical power.

Then she turned and walked towards the dense forest on the island.

Yang Che took a deep breath, a ruthless look in his eyes, and leaped, 'slapping' towards the sea.

That's right, he was 'slapping' the sea with his Physical Body, not jumping into it.

This was, of course, also the Purple-haired girl's demand.

The sound of wind whistled in his ears, and Yang Che's descent speed became faster and faster.

Not long after, with a 'bang'.

Yang Che landed squarely on the sea, and the waves, a zhang high, instantly submerged him.

The immense impact left Yang Che in a semi-dizzy state.

If he hadn't Cultivated the Heaven and Earth Chaos Art, and his Physical Body wasn't so tough, he would probably be 'torn to pieces' by now.

Yang Che bit the tip of his tongue, making himself clear-headed.

With that earth-shattering slap, Yang Che only felt as if his internal organs had shifted.

However, miraculously, he felt that the mysterious power hidden in various corners of his Physical Body also surged out from its dormant corners with this slap, rushing back and forth between his muscles and bones.

After the pain came a wave of exhilarating numbness.

After recovering slightly, Yang Che struggled to swim to the cliff side and began to climb up along the hard and smooth rock face.

With his magical power restricted, he could only rely on his Physical Body strength, gripping the rocks tightly, moving upwards with difficulty.

...

Finally, exhausted, he climbed to the top of the cliff, reaching the spot where he had jumped down earlier.

Yang Che saw that next to the Purple-haired girl, the large wooden bucket contained a dark, foul-smelling liquid.

"Ghost Weeping Vine, Night Needle Grass juice?"

Gasping for breath, Yang Che's face changed dramatically after recognizing the dark liquid.

"Good observation, you can even recognize two kinds."

A hint of surprise flashed in the Purple-haired girl's eyes, "This juice was specially prepared for you, mixed with over thirty kinds of precious medicinal materials. Hurry and soak in it."

"Ghost Weeping Vine is a poisonous vine that makes even ghosts cry when they see it. The pain caused by its venom touching human skin is unbearable even for ghosts, let alone humans?" Yang Che was somewhat speechless.

"Stop talking nonsense. Soak for half an incense stick's time, then continue to slap the sea with your Physical Body, and then climb up with your bare hands. It ends when this juice turns into clear water." The Purple-haired girl's voice suddenly turned cold, and her expression was serious.

Yang Che, helpless, gritted his teeth and dragged his incredibly weary body to the wooden bucket. Without a word, he began to undress.

A cold light flashed in the Purple-haired girl's eyes, then she snorted coldly and vanished without a trace.

Yang Che could sense that the Purple-haired girl had entered the 'Purple King Pavilion' courtyard in the Void Illusion Magic Stone Space.

"Ah!"

Upon entering the black liquid, Yang Che immediately let out a miserable cry.

He bit his teeth tightly, enduring the pain that felt like scraping bone and cutting marrow, and didn't utter another sound.

However, despite the pain, Yang Che vaguely discovered that as the liquid slowly entered his Physical Body, it seemed to be repairing previous injuries and some hidden internal injuries.

Half an incense stick's time later, Yang Che suddenly leaped out of the liquid.

Looking closely, the black liquid showed no sign of fading at all.

The thought of what the Purple-haired girl had said, that it would only end when the black liquid turned into clear water, made him shiver all over.

He walked to the edge of the cliff and once again lunged forward, his body flat as he fiercely 'slapped' the sea.

This time, Yang Che only felt his vision go black, his Physical Body felt like it was falling apart, and it was several times worse than the first time.

Fortunately, he bit the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to stay awake, then swam to the cliff side and began to climb up, gripping the hard, cold rocks little by little.

This time took even longer.

After Yang Che climbed up, he felt that he had no strength left.

He didn't want to move anymore, and really wanted to just lie down and fall asleep.

But in the end, he still struggled to crawl into the wooden bucket.

Inhuman pain struck again.

Yang Che, who had originally thought he could 'sleep' for half an incense stick's time, suddenly became energetic instead.

He discovered that the medicinal liquid seemed to be stimulating his potential and pushing his Physical Body to its limits.

As the black medicinal liquid seeped into his skin, Yang Che once again felt that these medicinal liquids were continuously repairing his injuries.

As a result, not only was his Physical Body's extreme potential stimulated, allowing him to continue the next 'slapping the sea' and 'bare-handed climbing', but it also ensured that his Physical Body would not suffer from sequelae or hidden injuries.

Half an incense stick's time later, Yang Che continued to jump off the cliff...

Thus, cycle after cycle, Yang Che repeatedly neared his limit, and then his potential was repeatedly stimulated again...

During this period, countless times, Yang Che had thoughts of giving up.

But in the end, he inexplicably persevered.

He had never thought that he possessed a perseverance that even he himself admired.

He jumped into the sea and began to be semi-conscious, and the time grew longer each time.

But the miraculous power of the medicinal liquid always kept him on the verge of complete unconsciousness, always retaining a sliver of clarity.

His climbing speed became slower and slower, the skin on his hands had long been chafed, bloody and raw.

Time, repetitions, pain... For him, they had completely lost their meaning.

He was like a walking corpse, mechanically and numbly repeating, repeating...

Until, at one point, he lay prostrate on the edge of the wooden bucket, watching the medicinal liquid inside turn into clear water. He didn't know why, but he felt like crying, then he lay on his back, covering his face with his hands, weeping silently...

Then, he just fell asleep like that.

When Yang Che woke up again, the first thing he saw was the Purple-haired girl.

"How do you feel now?"

The Purple-haired girl's voice was still indifferent.

Yang Che's heart stirred, and he found that his magical power could be mobilized freely.

The Ancient God Power was also the same.

"This feeling..."

Yang Che suddenly leaped up.

He could hardly believe it.

Not only had his Cultivation returned to Qi Refining eleventh level, but the abundance of magical power in his Dantian was almost more than double that of his previous eleventh level!

Then there was the Ancient God Power.

With a thought, the Ancient God Power flowed smoothly and freely through his limbs, bones, meridians, and flesh, as if commanded by his arm.

Smooth, it was too smooth.

Then, Yang Che was even more surprised to find that even without using any magical power or Ancient God Power, a faint, mysterious glow naturally emanated from the surface of his skin.

Yang Che finally deeply understood those four words: reborn.

"The first stage of laying the foundation was faster than this Purple King imagined. After all, you Cultivate the Ancient God Art, and this Purple King has already refined it for you, making your foundation even more solid. Next is the second stage."

The Purple-haired girl said, a hint of inexplicable playfulness in her eyes.