I bear witness to immortality in the human world.

"impossible!"

The 'Wilderness Martial Saint' wielding the halberd changed his expression drastically upon seeing the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning approaching.

As a peak Martial Saint at the Eighth Tribulation, he had naturally been to the Thunder Prison Abyss and witnessed the Thunder Punishment within it. That kind of method was undoubtedly an immortal-level power, and now he had actually seen it on a Dao Saint!
Putting everything else aside, just look at this dark purple lightning. It killed two Seven Tribulation Dao Saints in an instant, which shows how terrifying the power of this lightning is. Even if he is a peak Eight Tribulation Martial Saint, he probably wouldn't be able to withstand it!
Almost instantly, he reacted, his entire figure flickering as he attempted to escape.

But at this moment,
Wu Ming's eyes flashed, and a powerful pressure descended. It was the suppression of the primordial spirit by a supreme-level formation, which had the same effect of suppressing both primordial spirit cultivators and martial arts saints!
Both Black Wind Dao Saint and Desolate Origin Martial Saint had realized something was wrong and tried to escape immediately, but they were suppressed by Wu Ming's primordial spirit, which slowed their movements for a moment.

The Purple Heaven Divine Lightning is inherently ever-changing and its speed is beyond the comprehension of ordinary laws. Previously, it killed two Seven Tribulation Dao Saints in an instant, and now it has engulfed Black Wind Dao Saint and Desolate Origin Martial Saint in the same instant.

Boom! Boom! !!
Both Black Wind Dao Saint and Desolate Origin Martial Saint were extremely shocked. They burned their blood and spirit, and used their desperate methods, but when they touched the dark purple lightning, they were still annihilated without any resistance.

While Wu Ming's Purple Heaven Divine Thunder was not yet at the level of the true Purple Heaven Divine Thunder that could annihilate all things, and could not be called the power of immortality, and was far from the power of the Thunder Punishment in the Thunder Prison Abyss, Black Wind Dao Saint and others were also far inferior to those immortal beings!
Just for a moment,

These two powerful Dao Saints and Martial Saints, who roamed the Abyss of Purgatory, were completely annihilated by the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning!
"not good!"

"Get out of here!"

"Something's not right with this person!"

Some Dao Saints and Martial Saints who had rushed to the vicinity because of the commotion were shocked when they saw this scene from afar. Almost without thinking, they quickly turned back and fled into the distance.

The others who had originally intended to intervene and also wanted to besiege Wu Ming were also frightened at this moment. They didn't even bother to conceal their auras and one after another rode their escape lights into the sky and fled into the distance.

Wu Ming glanced indifferently at the fleeing crowd.

He didn't pursue them. Instead, he made a feint with his right hand, and the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning instantly retreated. Then, the Nine Swords Killing Array on the other side also quietly closed in. The Blazing Sun Sword Saint trapped inside had already disappeared and had also perished under the sword array.

From the moment he stepped into the abyss of purgatory, actively releasing his aura to attract experts from all walks of life, to the moment he turned his hand and killed three seventh-tribulation experts and two eighth-tribulation experts, it was all over in the blink of an eye.

hum! ! !
The deaths of five top experts quickly triggered strange phenomena in the heavens and earth.

In Wu Ming's vision, he saw a blood-red cloud suddenly rise in the sky, five in total, converging at the location of the five fallen Dao Saints and Martial Saints, and then seemingly drawn towards him.

"This is the Pure Yang Blood Fiend..."

Wu Ming raised his hand slightly, and the crimson mist fell into his palm, quietly merging into his body. Instantly, a vast and powerful aura of malevolence spread throughout his primordial spirit and physical body. If it were an ordinary Dao Saint, suddenly bearing such a massive amount of pure Yang blood aura, they might even risk losing control. However, Wu Ming inherited the Black Emperor's legacy, and his primordial spirit had already undergone hundreds of years of tempering by malevolent energy. It could be said that below the Immortal level, no one could compare to him in their understanding and control of malevolent energy.

Even the massive amount of pure Yang blood energy he gained from killing five top experts was completely suppressed and manipulated by him in an instant after it entered his body, without being affected in the slightest.

"good."

Wu Ming first separated some of it and integrated it into his primordial spirit. He could indeed feel the tempering effect of the pure yang blood demon on his primordial spirit. However, his primordial spirit had already reached the limit of the ninth level of refinement. Moreover, in the Demon Subduing Realm, he had already endured the tempering of the demonic energy countless times. Therefore, the tempering effect of the pure yang blood demon on his primordial spirit was not as strong as that on others.

According to Wu Ming's assessment, the pure Yang blood essence he gained from killing five top experts would at most increase the strength of his primordial spirit by about half a percent, or even less than half a percent.

Even so, the effect is still quite remarkable.

After all, Wu Ming's primordial spirit was incredibly powerful, far more refined and pure than any other Eight Tribulation Dao Saint in the world. Even a half-percent improvement was comparable to the full soul power of a weaker Dao Saint!

However, after experiencing the effects of tempering his primordial spirit, Wu Ming's eyes flickered, and with a thought, he integrated all the remaining pure yang blood essence into his body.

Over the long years, his physical body had not been deliberately tempered for hundreds of years, but as his cultivation of Daoist techniques became more and more profound, his physique progressed rapidly even with only slight tempering, and he had already reached the peak of the Eighth Blood level many years ago.

The threshold of the ninth blood coagulation is as difficult as ascending to heaven for ordinary people, and is the gate of martial sainthood. But for Wu Ming, it can be broken at any time, depending on whether he is willing to spend the effort. He has not had time to temper his body before, but now that he is in the Abyss of Purgatory, he can take advantage of the situation and use the pure yang blood evil to temper his body to the ninth blood coagulation.

Although whether Wu Ming's physical body can condense blood nine times has little impact on his strength, it is still best not to fall behind if he can condense blood nine times. After all, the more solid the foundation before attempting to become immortal, the stronger he will be after becoming immortal!
Swish.

Wu Ming quietly descended from the sky, concealed his aura, and came to a secluded area to slowly refine the Pure Yang Blood Fiend.

If he were to refine it with his primordial spirit, it would only take a few days to completely deplete all the pure yang blood essence. However, if he were to bear it with his physical body, it would take a considerable amount of time, since his physical body was currently only at the eighth stage of blood condensation.

Wu Ming used his primordial spirit to control his physical body, refining the pure yang blood evil bit by bit, slowly incorporating it into every part of his body, from skin and flesh to internal organs and bone marrow, gradually transforming and strengthening it.

Three years passed in this way. When all the pure yang blood evil was completely refined, he finally stopped suppressing his physical blood energy, condensed the blood energy in one place, and suddenly released it. Then, he stepped across the boundary and rushed into the ninth level of blood condensation!

"The body of a martial saint is better than nothing."

Below a precipice, on a blood-red rock face, inside a stone cave, Wu Ming slowly opened his eyes, sensing the changes in his body, feeling the blood energy flowing within him like a ceaseless river. He calmly rose to his feet. (End of Chapter)