Longzang

Chapter 876 Even the Strongest Can Be Destroyed
As Wei Yuan raced along with the Extreme Path - True Steel, the Extreme Path shone brighter the further it ran, while Wei Yuan would only exhale two puffs of immortal mist every now and then.

Jidao's four legs moved at lightning speed, running remarkably steadily, and he was even able to carry all the disassembled cows on his back. He hadn't originally wanted to carry the cowhide, but at Wei Yuan's insistence, he carried all the materials on his back anyway.

Spending a long time with Yu Zhizhuo, Sun Yu, and other cultivators from the Taichu Palace, Wei Yuan gradually developed a belief: everything has a use, and the greater the quantity, the more useful it becomes. There are no useless raw materials in this world, only processing techniques that need to be invented.

Wei Yuan had a mysterious premonition that cowhide, the most abundant material from a cow, might be another source of wealth.

Of course, the most abundant materials in the desolate realm seem to be a huge stone platform and ubiquitous sand. This sand doesn't need processing; it can be directly filled into artillery shells to create the best shrapnel.

The man and the shaman ran for hundreds of miles before finally arriving at the foot of a small hill. There, a shallow pit had been dug halfway down the slope, with a stone slab supporting it and animal hides laid on the ground, just big enough to fit Ji Dao's enormous body.

"Master, this is my home," Ji Dao said, pointing to the extremely simple place. It couldn't even be called a cave or a hole; it was just a covered pit.

Wei Yuan looked at the "roof," which was made up of four or five stone slabs pieced together, with many gaps in between. The roof was supported by animal bones, which explained why Ji Dao had brought them back.

"Grandpa, don't let the simplicity of this place fool you. My father and I risked our lives to salvage it. The most valuable things are those few stones. My father and I were lucky enough to each find two."

Then there were animal bones; only cow leg bones and spines could be used as supports. However, animal bones would decay after a while. Animal hides wouldn't decay, but they didn't block sunlight and were only good for paving the floor to prevent us from sinking in while sleeping.

Wei Yuan held up a square piece of cowhide to his head. Sure enough, although he couldn't see the sunlight, it wasn't just ordinary light; it still penetrated the cowhide. Moreover, its properties changed after passing through the cowhide. When it shone on his body, Wei Yuan immediately felt something was wrong inside his body. Some of his flesh died, while other flesh began to grow wildly.

The yakuza was startled and hurriedly said, "Put down the cowhide! You'll die!"

Wei Yuan also noticed that something was wrong with his body. He put down the cowhide and said, "No wonder you didn't want to bring the cowhide."

"Yes, if we criminals accidentally fall into the hands of witch hunters, there is a cruel torture: we are covered with animal skins and left to bake in the sun. In just a few days, even the strongest witch will turn into a monster that grows wildly. It is extremely painful, but the witch will not die. Then the witch hunters will release these monsters back into the wasteland, and they will attack everything in sight."

This long passage is entirely expressed with the true meaning of the ultimate truth, and it is very precise. It seems to be a passage that has been refined through countless trials.

"Who taught you that passage just now?" Wei Yuan asked.

“Do we powerful shamans need to be taught? Only you…” Ji Dao said half a sentence, then changed his mind and said, “My father taught me. He was afraid I would be curious and sleep on animal skins.”

Wei Yuan squeezed the soft inside of the cowhide and asked, "Can't we eat this?"

Ji Dao shook his head: "The bamboo worm is the same as the bamboo worm... Father said that there are invisible needles in it. If you eat too much, your body will be full of these needles. If there are too many needles, the witch will die."

Wei Yuan seemed to be deep in thought. It seemed that Ji Dao's deceased father was quite knowledgeable, but he wasn't very good at fighting. He was killed by a bull and was truly a useless piece of trash.

At this moment, Jidao began processing the offal and beef, preparing to cook. Wei Yuan watched from the side, suppressing his murderous intent while chatting with him in the Wilderness Language, slowly figuring out a corner of the Wilderness Realm.

The Great Wilderness Realm is different from the Netherworld Realm. The Netherworld Realm is the private kingdom of the Netherworld Witches, while the Great Wilderness Realm, although belonging to the Power Witches, is designated as a place of exile for serious criminals of the Witch Clan, and witches of all races may be thrown in.

According to the shaman, apart from the powerful shaman, the other shamans here don't live long.

Jidao's father was a Great Shaman with perfect Dharma Aspect, and was about to advance to the Spirit Shaman level. It is said that before his exile, he was a well-known figure among the Spirit Shamans, but after being thrown into the Great Wilderness Realm, he became weaker and weaker, and died under the hooves of the Molten Bull in less than a year.

Only the powerful sorcerers, with their robust bodies, are subjected to the relentless ravages of sunlight from the inside out. Their flesh and blood are destroyed and regenerated simultaneously—a truly brutal form of body tempering. Only the bodies of these genius sorcerers can withstand this torment and gradually grow stronger.

Over millions of years, the powerful sorcerers gradually took root in the desolate realm, and their sorcery was constantly adjusted to adapt to the requirements of tempering the body in the desolate realm.

"Does the Wild Witch have any tribes or cities here?"

Ji Dao said, "A Heavenly Witch has been stationed here year-round, and for the past five hundred years, it has been Lord Jiu Ri who has been on duty. We Li Wu have a city here called Ji Tian City, and Lord Jiu Ri lives in the city."

But I've only been there once. Back then, I was sent there as a seed member of the tribe to cultivate, so I entered the Desolate Realm directly from Jitian City. But things are different now. As long as I get close to Jitian City, I might be captured by the Power Witches.

"What crime have you committed?"

Ji Dao paused for a moment before saying, "After returning from my training in the Desolate Realm, I discovered that my sister and wife had been taken away by the Lord of Yan City!"

That old quail egg must have heard about their reputation for beauty from somewhere, and he actually made a move on me while I was away. When I returned, I went to confront him, trying my best to keep my voice down, but he… he actually accused me of yelling at him! Then he summoned his guards, who beat me severely, and then threw me into the desolate realm.”

This is a sad story, one that happens often in the human world. Wei Yuan sighed and asked, "Is your sister very beautiful?"

“She’s not as beautiful as my wife, but she’s very young, only in her early eighties, and has only been married three times. How could that old turtledove be worthy of her? As for my wife…”

Jidao was lost in memories, and said absentmindedly, "...She had seven arms, two of which were on the back of her head, and each one was different..." "Then you...are indeed unfortunate," Wei Yuan said.

"Although I am also a beautiful witch, in terms of appearance, I am far inferior to her."

Wei Yuan took a closer look at Ji Dao. He had three arms, one on the left and two on the right. According to the aesthetics of the Wu tribe, anything symmetrical is ugly, so Ji Dao should indeed be considered a beautiful Wu.

Compared to the legendary steel, the Tianyu, which only has a tail, must be quite ugly. However, Tianyu is rich and has its own aura, so its appearance doesn't matter.

"Is there any way to leave the desolate realm?" Wei Yuan asked.

"There are only three exits from the Desolate Realm. There are two in Jitian City, and the third one is mobile, appearing in a different location every once in a while."

Wei Yuan frowned and asked, "Only three exits?"

"I only know of three. It's easy to get into the Desolate Realm, but extremely difficult to get out. When I finished my training back then, I had to wait almost half a month to gather enough people before I could activate the teleportation."

Wei Yuan frowned slightly; this situation was indeed somewhat unexpected. However, his brows quickly relaxed. Being able to descend into the Great Wilderness Realm was already a stroke of good fortune amidst misfortune; it was a result he had obtained by expending millions of units of luck and defying fate.

Since we're already here, let's make the best of it. First, we need to find the Dao Sword, and then we can figure out how to leave.

After leaving, I'll have to clean up the mess in Qingming. I don't know how long it will be before I can return. By the time I get back, Qingming will probably be in chaos, desolate and barren.

But Wei Yuan was optimistic by nature and felt that no matter how bad Qingming was, it didn't matter. Back then, this place was just a blank piece of land, but more than ten years later, several large cities and more than a dozen small cities were built here.
If it can be built once, it can be done again.

Even if Zhang Sheng, Ji Liuli, Bao Yun, Xiao Yu, Yu Zhizhuo, and others all mess things up, I can still rebuild the country.

Having mustered his confidence, Wei Yuan said, "How are the tools and weapons made here? Let's get some equipment first, and then figure out a way to capture a few witch hunters."

"You mean this knife?... Such a simple thing, you only have this one... I'll demonstrate with this, sir, please wait a moment."

The True Steel of the Extreme Path took down a stone slab from the roof and placed it on the ground. He then carefully searched through the soil for a long time, finally selecting a dozen or so finger-sized grains of sand, which he placed in the recessed area of ​​the blade. Then he activated the battle cry, and both the blade and the grains of sand began to shine.

The master threw away the sand grains that didn't gleam and began to roar continuously at the sword. The temperature of the blade rose sharply, and the iron marks on it began to turn a faint dark red.

Then the ultimate method begins the forging process.

Wei Yuan was initially curious about what the knife was forged from, since there wasn't even a large rock to be found here. Now Wei Yuan understood: the Extreme Path has a hoof.

The hoof of the Extreme Path was embedded with countless tiny grains of desolate sand, and now it was a true iron hoof. He stepped on the blade again and again, forging it painstakingly. Every now and then he would roar a few times to heat up the blade, and then continue forging. He repeated this process for more than an hour, and finally managed to integrate all the sand grains into the blade.

After the ultimate battle cry, the blade's temperature was already far higher than the temperature of tempering water. However, in the desolate realm, it could only make the iron material here faintly red and become a little softer. It would take constant forging to remove some impurities.

Furthermore, the yakuza spent a lot of time selecting iron pellets, but only managed to find a tiny bit of usable iron.

Seeing his primitive way of doing things, Wei Yuan said, "You shriveled vegetable that even insects wouldn't eat, this won't do. Move aside, I'll do it!"

Wei Yuan picked up a piece of iron and weighed it in his hand, finding that it was heavier than the other loose soil.

Wei Yuan grabbed a handful of soil and tossed it into the air, then unleashed a burst of Dao power. The Dao power was like water; most of the loose soil floated on the surface, bobbing up and down, while seven or eight pieces of iron slowly sank, clearly separating from the loose soil.

Wei Yuan collected the iron, then tossed up a handful of dirt and repeated the process. In no time, a pile of iron appeared before him. If it were top-grade true steel, it would probably take more than ten days to collect it.

Then Wei Yuan picked up the almost indestructible stone slab, placed it in his palm, and after several attempts, finally managed to make it spin rapidly using a simple Taoist technique.

Wei Yuan continuously increased his Dao power, causing the stone slab to spin faster and faster, emitting a whirring sound. Wei Yuan gestured to Ji Dao to lift the forging hoof, then reached out and grasped it, pressing the spinning stone slab against it. Sparks flew out instantly, like fireworks.

While working, Wei Yuan practiced his Huangyu (a type of ancient Chinese language) saying, "You're such a pile of bird droppings, and I, the Daoist, have to personally trim your hooves. You're incredibly lucky..."

In a short time, the hoof surface of the hooves was smooth as a mirror, and the sand particles could not withstand the high-speed polishing. A fine forging hammer was thus produced.

Wei Yuan examined the Extreme Path's physique with a professional eye and felt that its horsepower was sufficient, but its power output was somewhat unstable. If he could get a cylinder and encapsulate it inside, that would be perfect.

(End of this chapter)