Quickly conquer the martial arts world, and let your fists dominate the heavens!

Fa Ling's pupils were fixed on the cracked patterns in the void, his heart feeling as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand.

Chen Zhan is tearing his Tongxuan Heavenly Domain apart.

The realm of the Profound Realm is infinitely mysterious.

The lower realm of the Profound Realm is merely the initial threshold to touching upon a domain. One can condense a trace of a domain's rudimentary form around their body, barely enough to disrupt the opponent's true energy flow.

Once you reach the intermediate stage of the Profound Realm, you can expand your domain to a range of three zhang (approximately 13 meters). Within this range, you can move freely, your true energy flows without any hindrance, and you will be invincible.

At the Profound Realm, the domain expands to a hundred zhang in size. Within that hundred zhang, the domain's true pressure envelops everything, and all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth can be used for one's own purposes. One gains an absolute advantage in both offense and defense, and is almost invincible.

But once you reach the pinnacle of the Profound Realm, it's a completely different world.

The domain no longer expands outward, but rather refines inward, residing within itself.

Wherever a cultivator goes, he himself becomes a celestial realm; this is the Profound Celestial Realm.

The domain is completely integrated into the world. As long as the opponent is in the same world as him, he will be firmly enveloped by this invisible and intangible domain.

This is why no matter how Chen Zhan sensed it, he couldn't find the source of his clone. The clone was hidden in the gaps of the domain, integrated with the surrounding environment.

However, Chen Zhan's method of breaking the code was far more brutal than anything recorded in any martial arts manual.

The realm is integrated with heaven and earth, yet it is ultimately not the same as heaven and earth.

If one truly unites with heaven and earth, then one has already reached the realm of immortals, which is no longer within the scope of martial arts.

What Chen Zhan did was to use pure power to forcibly separate and tear apart this domain that was integrated into heaven and earth.

The Qi and Blood Divine Tiger within Chen Zhan's dantian roared with a power that shook his very soul, as endless Qi and Blood surged wildly into his limbs and bones.

This unlimited power boost caused his dragon-serpent blood armor to enter a berserk state.

The scales trembled incessantly, and cracks spread like a spider web, clearly indicating that the force was too great, even the blood armor formed from concentrated blood and qi could not withstand it.

But Chen Zhan didn't care at all, and swept his other hand across the void.

His palm seemed to probe into an invisible swamp, and ripples spread through the air wherever his fingertips touched.

Immediately afterwards, he exerted force with his arm, as if he were wrestling with the entire space, and tore it outwards fiercely.

"Kakaka-"

An even more piercing cracking sound rang out, so sharp it made your teeth ache.

The entire underground cavern began to distort, the originally stable stone walls continued to crack, and the stone fragments were torn apart by an invisible force and scattered into dust.

Fa Ling naturally wouldn't sit idly by and wait for his death. His figure constantly darted through the void, unleashing palm prints imbued with the power of his domain, each strike landing precisely on Chen Zhan's blood armor.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The dull thuds of impact continued one after another. Each impact left a deep crack in the Dragon Serpent Blood Armor. Just as the energy of blood and qi was about to repair itself, the next palm strike would follow.

Even so, these attacks only damaged the surface of the blood armor and could not harm Chen Zhan's body at all.

The blood and qi within his body surged like an endless tide, and as soon as cracks appeared in the blood armor, they were instantly filled by new blood and qi. In fact, in this constant breaking and repair, the aura of the blood armor became increasingly rich and violent.

"Have you had enough?"

Chen Zhan's voice came from within the blood armor, calm and without a trace of emotion.

The moment he finished speaking, his hand suddenly became demonic. Countless black barbs sprouted from the Dragon Serpent Blood Armor, covered with a layer of dark red down. The entire armor began to show obvious signs of bestiality, and a savage and bloodthirsty aura spread out.

At this moment, he still held tightly to the clone of the spirit with one hand, the barbs of the beast form deeply hooked into the clone's body, making it impossible for it to break free.

With his other hand, he pointed at the void again, and a burst of red light surged from his fingertip. The power of blood and qi, containing an aura of destruction, exploded with a deafening roar!

"Snapped--!"

A crisp, loud cracking sound rang out, like a huge glass mirror being smashed to pieces.

The distorted void instantly returned to calm, only to completely collapse in the next moment, with countless tiny spatial fragments scattering everywhere.

The avatar of the magic spirit could no longer maintain its illusory state and fell out of the void. Chen Zhan exerted a little force in his arm and gently pressed down with his beast-transformed blood-armored hand.

A muffled "plop" sound.

The avatar of the spirit instantly shattered, turning into a pile of writhing blood serpents.

These blood serpents writhed wildly on the ground, trying to regroup, but they were crushed by the scattered blood energy emanating from Chen Zhan's body, and quickly lost their activity, turning into puddles of blackish-red mucus.

The moment the Tongxuan Heavenly Domain shattered, the Dharma Spirit was severely injured. His body shuddered violently, and he coughed up three mouthfuls of blood.

His figure, which had been hidden in the void, was now fully revealed. He staggered back several steps before barely managing to steady himself.

He stood beside the bronze cauldron, his face ashen, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief.

Destroy the Heavenly Realm.

Such a thing was never recorded in any of the martial arts manuals he had consulted.

The domain is formless and intangible, especially the Profound Heaven Domain of the Profound Realm, which is completely integrated into the void and occupies a part of the world he inhabits.

But Chen Zhan, with his own strength, shattered this domain that had merged with heaven and earth, and separated it from the world.

There really are people who can overcome all methods with sheer force.
"What did you obtain from the three Blood Serpents? How could they possess such immense power!"

Fa Ling's voice trembled slightly, and his tone was filled with both caution and fear.

He simply couldn't understand why Chen Zhan possessed such terrifying power, given that they both relied on the power of qi and blood.

Chen Zhan hovered in mid-air, his internal energy and blood slightly shifted, and the blood armor that had just shattered was restored to its original state. The traces of beast transformation also quietly faded away, leaving only dragon and snake patterns running across the armor.

With a gentle flap of his blood-red wings, he instantly appeared in front of the magic spirit, the distance between them less than a foot.

"You're too scared to try, you're timid, yet you want to break through the constraints?"

Chen Zhan's voice was filled with undisguised sarcasm.

Although the Dharma Spirit has harmed countless lives, turning living people into blood serpent puppets and absorbing their life essence, even the clone just now was carefully crafted from countless blood serpents.

Throughout, Ke Fa Ling only used the power of the Blood Serpent, daring only to absorb the purified blood essence and qi, and not daring to touch the original power of the Blood Serpent.

He feared being devoured by the blood viper and losing himself, so he always kept his distance from this force.

Call it caution or cowardice, this timid and hesitant mentality will naturally prevent the creation of new strength.

Chen Zhan was even somewhat disappointed.

I originally thought that someone like Fa Ling, who was willing to embark on an evil path for the sake of longevity and power, would eventually go all the way down a dark path, or at least be brave enough to burn his bridges.

After his inner turmoil was exposed, Fa Ling's face turned pale and then red. Fa Ling was indeed afraid of the power of the Three-Headed Blood Serpent.

When he first absorbed the purified Qi and blood essence, his shock was stronger than anyone else's.

With just a wisp of qi and blood entering his body, he could clearly feel every inch of his muscles and bones revitalizing. His previously sluggish meridians became unobstructed, his vision became clearer, his hearing became more acute, and even his old injuries from many years ago showed signs of healing.

My physical functions have improved by 10-20%, and more noticeably, I look much younger than before.

This means that lifespan will also increase somewhat.

This power to defy fate filled him with ecstasy, but it also made him increasingly cautious.

Such power inevitably comes with enormous risks.

Therefore, he never dared to personally attempt to directly fuse with the power of the Blood Serpent, but instead sought out countless experimental subjects.

The monks of Putuo Temple, the common people at the foot of the mountain, and even the martial arts practitioners who happened to pass by all became his pawns.

Later, the Murong family took the initiative to seek cooperation, and he even included the entire Murong family in the scope of his experiments. Murong Bo's severed arm regeneration and Murong Fu's transformation into a blood viper puppet were both his doing.

As he had predicted, the corrosiveness of the Three-Headed Blood Serpent was far greater than he had imagined.

A single blood-sucking viper, once implanted in the human body, can devour the host's vital energy and essence within one or two years, leaving the host as nothing but bones.

If countless blood serpents are forcibly fused with a human body, the strength will certainly increase dramatically in a short period of time, but it will also be accompanied by great instability. The host is very likely to lose his mind and become a puppet that is neither human nor ghost.

Even a top expert like Murong Bo only transformed his left arm and barely suppressed the erosion of the blood serpent with his profound skills. However, in the long run, the hidden dangers are still great, and he will be devoured by the backlash if he is not careful.

However, upon seeing Chen Zhan, Fa Ling's understanding was completely overturned.

Chen Zhan actually used his blood and qi as the foundation of his martial arts, allowing his blood and qi to multiply infinitely. He was extremely familiar with the aura emanating from that dragon and snake blood armor, which was no different from the blood and qi essence he had absorbed.

But how could Chen Zhan condense the same blood and qi into something so solid, and possess such earth-shattering power?

Chen Zhan hovered in mid-air, quietly watching the Dharma Spirit struggle in despair, without rushing to make a move.

A moment later, the struggle in Fa Ling's eyes was replaced by determination.

He took a deep breath, and the remaining true energy in his body surged out wildly. He pointed his fingertips repeatedly at the three-headed Blood Serpents around him, which were bound by countless black iron chains.

The three heads of the Three-Headed Blood Serpent instantly went berserk, letting out a deafening roar.

“Ho ho ho—!”

Previously, Fa Ling had always used the Three-Headed Blood Serpent as a blood and qi transmitter, only taking the blood serpents it produced and the purified blood and qi, and never daring to touch its origin.

He seeks long-term development, and naturally understands the principle of exhausting resources.

Now that a formidable enemy is at hand, he has no way out but to gamble everything and forcibly draw upon all the vital energy of the three-headed Blood Serpent.

Fa Ling formed hand seals, chanted incantations, and his blood and qi surged wildly throughout his body. His form twisted and contorted under the onslaught of blood and qi, and his aura expanded at a visible speed.

The three-headed Blood Serpent, firmly bound by the black iron chains, writhed in agony as its essence was forcibly extracted, but was unable to break free.

The spirit planted various poisons that countered it in the bronze cauldron. The poisons seeped into the body of the cauldron along the patterns on its body, keeping it in a weak state so that the spirit could easily control it.

Otherwise, given the ferocity and power of the Three-Headed Blood Serpent, ordinary chains would not be able to restrain it at all.

"Master, please hurry up."

“Your disciples and followers outside have almost all been killed,” Chen Zhan suddenly said.

As early as when he confronted Fa Ling, Chen Zhan had already signaled Zhao Qingtan to leave.

They charged into the Putuo Temple from another cave entrance.

This underground space is by no means the only one. If the monks of Putuo Temple need to absorb their internal energy, imprison people, and raise blood snakes here, there must be other connected spaces and exits.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a series of shrill screams echoed from outside the cave, mixed with the crisp sounds of clashing weapons.

It is clear that Zhao Qingtan has already clashed with the monks of Putuo Temple.

Most of the monks had practiced the evil arts taught by Fa Ling, and their strength was not weak, but they were no match for Zhao Qingtan. Screams rose and fell, constantly echoing into the cave.

"Hehehe... If you're dead, you're dead!"

Upon hearing this, Fa Ling was not alarmed at all. Instead, he burst into a maniacal laugh: "As long as I live, my lifespan will be endless, lasting for thousands of generations. What disciples and grandchildren can't I cultivate!"

As he spoke, his monk's robe could no longer withstand the impact of his qi and blood, and it burst open with a "bang," scattering fragments everywhere.

His body twisted and grew wildly under the infusion of qi and blood, turning his once upright figure into a hunched and strange one.

Unlike Chen Zhan's imposing dragon and snake blood armor.

His bestiality, or rather, his demonic transformation, appeared incredibly ugly, disordered, and distorted.

In a short while, Fa Ling's height increased to two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), and several large blood sacs bulged on its head, constantly wriggling as if there were living creatures rolling inside.

Several purplish-red blood blister protruded from his face, and his skin was stretched so taut it looked like it could burst at any moment.

Countless red threads surged wildly from his limbs, bursting out directly from his flesh and twisting and entwining in the air. Each thread was stained with viscous, dark red venom, emitting a pungent, putrid stench.

Chen Zhan shook his head repeatedly as he looked at him. He thought to himself, "I really am gifted. If the Qiongqi Demon Body and Taotie True Body were cultivated to look like this, I would probably have crippled them long ago."

He could accept leaving his human form and embarking on the path of martial arts as a demon or beast.

But he could not accept such an ugly form.

Even demons and beasts possess their own unique beauty.

The four ancient fierce beasts, and even the four divine beasts of the four directions: Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise, Qilin, and Azure Dragon.

They all possess a unified aesthetic appeal reminiscent of ferocious and divine beasts.

Without exception, it could never be a distorted and bizarre form like that of a magic spirit.

"It seems that you went astray from the very beginning."

"You cannot control the blood and qi in the Three-Headed Blood Serpent; you can only be assimilated by it. Now you should be able to feel that it is impossible to return to your original form."

Chen Zhan had originally thought it would be of some reference value, but now it seems to have been in vain.

Although Fa Ling's body had mutated, he had not lost his mind and was feeling the surge of power within him.

"What? It doesn't matter. I'll kill you and slowly refine your blood and qi. With my talent, I'll definitely go further than you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly swung his arm, and countless red threads shot towards Chen Zhan like a rainstorm. The venom on the threads evaporated in the air, forming clouds of black poisonous mist that enveloped a large area of ​​space.

At the same time, he flashed forward like a ghost, his swollen arm carrying a violent surge of blood energy, aiming straight for Chen Zhan's head. (End of Chapter)