Lin Yun, tired of wandering, walked into the room. The room was spacious, equipped with a study, living room, bedroom, bathroom, and all daily necessities. As for meals, there was even a kitchen, although it seemed you had to cook for yourself. Of course, there were all kinds of fresh ingredients available.

Lin Yun felt a bit hungry. He'd been working all day and hadn't eaten a single bite. Now his stomach was constantly growling. Lin Yun headed to the kitchen and began cooking for himself. The ingredients were fresh. He used some special cold-preservation techniques to prepare the food, which made it seem as though he were using ingredients he'd just procured.

When Lin Yun had been alive, he'd been raised by Professor Chen, who was a vegetarian, so he ate vegetarian meals daily and was accustomed to meatless days. Later on, although he was born into a wealthy family, he suffered injuries and could only eat light tea and rice every day. Even as he grew older, he hadn't touched buckwheat. Today, Lin Yun decided to open some buckwheat and make a good dish, putting in extra effort. If he didn't, his hunger would grow worse. His stomach desperately needed soothing.

Do as you wish!

Lin Yun picked up a kitchen knife, gathered himself... and regardless of everything else, began striking at the ingredients—slice, chop, fry! Suddenly, he ended up with an unsightly stew of braised fish.

"It looks rather unappealing, but it should taste decent." Lin Yun used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of fish and gave it a try. He immediately spat it out, visibly displeased. It was almost worse than plain bread. Looking at the culinary disaster he had created, Lin Yun felt heartbroken. In the past, he had hardly been able to eat simple buns, and now he'd ruined such good fish. No matter how bad it was, Lin Yun gritted his teeth and forced himself to eat it. Only when he was full could he regain the energy to continue cultivating.

As night fell, Lin Yun lit the spirit lamp and opened the newly obtained secret book titled "The Extinction of Ghost Remedies." What kind of meditation technique was this? The name sounded peculiar, suggesting intriguing content inside.

When Lin Yun turned to the first page of "The Extinction of Ghost Remedies," he was thoroughly shocked by what he saw.

"If you wish to practice this technique, you must first sever your veins and meridians!" Lin Yun stared at the words, finally understanding why no one had paid attention to this book. Anyone sane would abandon the book after reading its first page. Who would be foolish enough to practice meditation in this way?

Since ancient times, training aimed at strengthening muscles and veins to enhance one's physique. Severing muscles and veins? That was practically suicide.

Lin Yun shook his head and sighed deeply, feeling as if he had truly picked up a useless book. He thought of closing it and going to sleep, but as he lay on the bed tossing and turning, curiosity about the book's contents gnawed at him, preventing him from falling asleep. In the end, Lin Yun decided to revisit it. After all, if he omitted the standard practices, there should be no problem in exploring its secrets.

Turning to the second page, Lin Yun was utterly bewildered. The content on the first page had been nothing but nonsense meant to mislead. He continued reading further. Lin Yun curled his lips in frustration, stubbornly remaining in place, his forehead wrinkled as a thousand generals seemed to march through his mind. Who on earth wrote this meditation text? Did they leave it as a joke for their ancestors?

Most people like Lin Yun would feel irritated enough to quit upon seeing the second page, yet how many would persist and read on? Probably only those foolishly stubborn enough to keep pushing forward like Lin Yun.

"Fine, I'll read the second page. Let's see if there's any problem on the third page," Lin Yun said to himself, still restless and unable to sleep. He flipped another page. As soon as he opened it, Lin Yun's eyes were glued to the page, and he couldn't help but nod slightly. This meditation book was beginning to reveal something profound. On the third page, Lin Yun found hieroglyphic text alongside a diagram of human tendons and meridians—things he could barely comprehend.

What made this content so strange? Wasn't the diagram showing human blood vessels? What did this mean? Lin Yun felt as though he were wandering in a cloud of mystery. He thought about closing the book but hesitated and ultimately rejected the idea. Though Lin Yun didn't recognize the hieroglyphs, it didn't mean he couldn't make sense of his Mystic Jade. Lin Yun dared to speculate and reluctantly imagined that the Mystic Realm Jade must possess extraordinary powers. It might even be the key to unraveling the book's mysteries.

Lin Yun's mind wandered further, then he summoned the Mystic White Jade. The jade emitted a faint glow, deciphering part of the hieroglyphs and then spitting out three words: "Ghost Talisman Block."

"Ghost Talisman Script?" Who or what is the Ghost Script? Lin Yun furrowed his brow at the unfamiliar term. It sounded unsettling; he had never come across anything like this before.

"Ghost Rune Symbols are remnants from the Ghost World era. Most of these ancient characters have been lost. Now, only about 100 Ghost Runes remain," the jade explained.

Yunyun gasped in shock, astounded by the historical context provided by the Mystic Jade. In this society, this age had endured for over five million years. The preceding civilization had lasted an astonishing thirty million years. The strength of that era far surpassed the current one. The Ghost World had been destroyed six million years ago, and it took another million years for Earth to recover, allowing mankind to replicate and resurrect meditation techniques.

How many civilizations lay buried in the river of history?

"So humanity has existed more than once before." Lin Yun sighed at the unfathomable power of the creator. He cast his gaze back to "The Extinction of Ghost Remedies," holding it in his hands as he murmured, "This book must contain the remnants of all knowledge from that era starting from the third page onward."

"Indeed. A monumental war of this era's main powers obliterated the world back then. Perhaps this book is the lone surviving artifact, but because people today cannot understand Ghost Rune Symbols, it's been left to collect dust in a forgotten corner."

"Can you help me translate these symbols?" Lin Yun scratched his hand across the fabric of the book, feeling its unique texture. The material was unlike anything from his own era, as though it had been extracted from another time. Maybe it was just some random recording, created haphazardly without regard to deciphering its meaning, which led to it being neglected in the library.

After Lin Yun uttered his request, a flash of light appeared before his eyes. Pain shot through his brain, like a surge of electricity rushing through his neural pathways. When Lin Yun opened his eyes again, he discovered he could comprehend Ghost Rune Symbols.

The miraculous power left Lin Yun in awe of Mystic White Jade's abilities.

As Lin Yun deciphered the Ghost Rune Symbols, his astonishment grew. The name of the recovery technique associated with them was "Chaotic Meditation." It was an advanced meditation method from the preceding era. Records showed that the Ming Dynasty Emperor Chenn Lun had ruthlessly practiced this technique, which allowed him to remain forever young and unlock nine unique meditation methods. Originally, this merciless approach to meditation was created to honor a dreamer who had passed away, yielding the highest meditation skills.

The Nine Zen Masters—what an extraordinary concept. Even for someone like Lin Yun, who was just beginning his journey in cultivation, he recognized what the notion meant. Now, Lin Yun possessed a divine Blood Blade. If he could fully master the chaotic solution, he might gain abilities akin to those of the Nine Zen Masters, each with their own distinct powers.

In the metaphysical world, even top-tier Star Masters could only cultivate a single Zen Practitioner technique. It was fundamentally unlike a secret book. How many would dare to learn so many at once? Meditation techniques were typically unique to one's bloodline. To practice a second form, one would have to undergo a complete blood transformation.

Because cultivating a second Zen Practitioner skill was deemed impossible, most Zen Practitioners focused on evolving their existing skill, leveraging external resources to strengthen their meditation abilities further.

But the chaotic solution defied convention, creating unprecedented possibilities. If one could truly master multiple meditation techniques, they would be terrifyingly invincible—even more so than anyone could imagine.