The Eight Desolate Spirit-Gathering Cauldron existed within Andrew Walker's mind, which in a way meant that Andrew Walker's brain now contained spiritual energy. As long as he borrowed the spiritual energy from this ancient cauldron, Andrew Walker's withered meridians could be rebuilt. If this spiritual energy came from the outside world, Andrew Walker's body would surely explode from being unable to withstand it. However, since the energy originated from Andrew Walker's own brain, there was naturally no such risk.

However, Andrew Walker's body was still extremely weak. Even when borrowing the spiritual energy from the Eight Desolate Spirit-Gathering Cauldron, he could only use a tiny bit; otherwise, his body simply couldn't handle it. Even so, the starting point of Andrew Walker's cultivation path was far above that of ordinary people. Others had to practice the Body Strengthening Technique to the ninth level and break through a bottleneck before they could possess spiritual energy, but Andrew Walker could directly use spiritual energy to reshape his meridians and transform his body.

As for the cultivation method, it was the dazzlingly golden Eight Desolate God-Burying Technique.

The Eight Desolate God-Burying Technique that appeared in Andrew Walker's mind was not complete—there was only a single diagram. The diagram showed a naked man sitting cross-legged, with a red line starting from his head, traveling downward through his entire body, and then returning to his head. That red line likely represented the path of spiritual energy during cultivation.

“Eight Desolate God-Burying Technique?” Andrew Walker extended his index finger, habitually rubbing his temple lightly, a hint of anticipation in his eyes. “Just from the name, it sounds pretty awesome. I just wonder how powerful it will be after cultivation?”

As Andrew Walker carefully examined the image in his mind, a wisp of energy suddenly flowed out from the spiritual energy flame and entered Andrew Walker's body. Andrew Walker's mind focused on it, and the spiritual energy moved according to Andrew Walker's will, flowing downward through his body.

Andrew Walker was startled, then overjoyed. He quickly held his breath and calmed his mind, guiding the spiritual energy through his meridians. Wherever the energy passed, Andrew Walker felt a warm sensation, as if basking in sunlight on a winter day.

However, that faint spiritual energy soon stopped, halting at one of the two withered meridians in Andrew Walker's body.

Andrew Walker felt a bit nervous but didn't stop. Instead, he concentrated even more, guiding the spiritual energy to continuously seep into the withered meridian. As the energy slowly entered, Andrew Walker was delighted to sense a subtle change in the once-lifeless meridian.

It was as if a dead tree had encountered spring rain and sprouted new buds. The withered meridian was no longer lifeless but began to show signs of vitality. Although it wasn't fully restored yet, Andrew Walker was certain that with a bit more time and a few more attempts, his withered meridians would definitely return to normal.

“This method really works!”

Andrew Walker exclaimed in his heart with joy and was about to continue cultivating when he suddenly remembered that he was currently taking a bath, and Abigail Abbott was right in front of him. Cultivating in this state could be dangerous, since cultivation required full concentration, and any disturbance nearby could affect the practitioner and cause harm.

Following the method taught in the Eight Desolate God-Burying Technique, Andrew Walker controlled his mind and withdrew from the Eight Desolate Spirit-Gathering Cauldron.

As soon as his mind exited the cauldron, Andrew Walker's vision went black. When he opened his eyes again, the enormous Eight Desolate Spirit-Gathering Cauldron had disappeared, replaced by a rosy-cheeked face in front of him.

Andrew Walker's consciousness had already withdrawn from inside the cauldron and returned to reality. In front of him, Abigail Abbott was staring at Andrew Walker with a slightly puzzled look, a hint of worry between her brows. She had noticed that Andrew Walker's expression had suddenly become blank. Although it was only for a moment, her attentiveness had caught the change.

Seeing Abigail Abbott's expression, Andrew Walker realized that his “spacing out” had caused her concern. Judging by her look, he clearly hadn't been dazed for long, so it seemed that time in his consciousness and in the outside world was not quite the same.

“I'm fine. I was just thinking about something... Mm, let's continue. Mm, a little harder... that feels good...”

Abigail Abbott was instantly distracted by Andrew Walker's casual words, her cheeks growing even redder and her expression a bit dazed, making her look incredibly cute. At this moment, Andrew Walker discovered the secret within his body and realized that his withered meridians could be restored. He could once again embark on a cultivation path he had never experienced before, and his mood soared. Unable to resist, he reached out and gently pinched Abigail Abbott's cheek.

Abigail Abbott let out a surprised “Ah!” but didn't pull away. Her face turned even redder as she tried to tuck her head down toward her chest, like a shy ostrich.

Andrew Walker burst out laughing, feeling completely at ease.

Hearing Andrew Walker's laughter, Abigail Abbott sneaked a glance at his face, then quickly lowered her head again, carefully wiping Andrew Walker's body. Her lips were tightly pursed, but seeing Andrew Walker laughing so happily, there was an unmistakable joy in Abigail Abbott's eyes as well.