Body command feeding world

The fog was colder, fishier, and heavier.

The mute fox spirit's corpse was half-concealed by the thick fog. The dark red swamp stretched all the way to the entrance of the black rock cave. The oppressive feeling in the air grew increasingly viscous, like cold silk soaked in corpse fluid, wrapping layer upon layer around the flesh, chilling to the bone. The closer one got to the cave entrance, the harder and more slippery the mud underfoot became, eventually turning into a black stone with a ghostly glow. The stone surface was covered with half-dried, transparent saliva, stringy, sticky, and pungent, with a cold blue glow in the shadows—the traces of years of deadly poison dripping, drying, and repeatedly soaking in, numb to the touch, and putrid to the touch, the malevolent energy almost solidified.

The surroundings were completely silent.

The fox spirit's chilling gurgling sound of blood bubbles had long since disappeared, leaving only a very low, dense, and rhythmic friction sound, slowly crawling out from the depths of the cave, drilling into the eardrums, making one's skull tingle and teeth ache—

rustling... rustling...

It's not an insect crawling, and it's not a stone mill.

It was the sound of countless arthropods and their shells grinding against the black stone, of joints pressing against joints and plates rubbing against plates, slowly stretching, folding, and wriggling in the darkness.

Like a living thing made up of corpses, poisonous saliva, rotting flesh, and proliferating limbs, it slowly turned over at the bottom of the cave.

Wu Wei stood at the cave entrance, spear in hand. His old wound on his right leg still throbbed with numbness, the lingering poison from the fox spirit hadn't been cleared, and nearly half of his Yang Flame Blood Essence had been depleted. Dark red blood foam and bits of muscle clung to the shaft of his Xuan Iron Double-Edged Spear. He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging blood and qi, his fingertips gripping the spear shaft tightly. A slight tremor ran through his very marrow—the aura ahead was chilling, highly poisonous, dense, and ferocious, far surpassing any of the previous demons.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, Shu's thoughts were as cold and indifferent as ice, only reporting his aura, not his origin, leaving not a single superfluous explanation:

"At the bottom of the cave dwells a high-level demon, devoid of intelligence, solely focused on killing. It has no form and is composed entirely of pure Yin energy. Its head contains a core of essence, the very source you seek. Its carapace is extremely hard, and its body is virtually flawless, except for one moment of weakness. Be careful not to get entangled, for once entangled, your bones will shatter."

Lacking wisdom, it only kills; without form, it is purely Yin and malevolent.

There is no realm, no name, no demonization, and no humanity.

It was just a venomous, immortal, and all-crushing arthropod that crawled out from the deepest part of the underworld.

Wu Wei stepped into the underground cave.

The cave was extremely dark, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

The stone walls were sticky and slippery, covered with a layer of damp, cold saliva. Cold, poisonous droplets dripped continuously from above, landing on the sides of the neck and shoulders, instantly exploding with bone-chilling cold. The passage wound downwards, becoming narrower and narrower, and increasingly foul-smelling. The rustling sound grew closer and closer, as if it were pressed against the back, hanging above the head, or hidden in the cracks under the feet, omnipresent and inescapable.

He suppressed his Yang Flame Blood Essence to its minimum, leaving only a faint, gilded light suspended at the tip of his spear, illuminating three feet in front of him. Any more heat would only be devoured by the Yin Sha within the cave, revealing his location. His bone marrow trembled slightly, and his Bone Essence quietly circulated. A layer of pale white bone armor slowly emerged from his body, fine as scales and as hard as forged steel, covering his torso, limbs, neck, throat, and joints—this was his innate bone armor, condensed with his Bone Essence cultivation at its peak, growing from his bone marrow, resisting evil, dispelling sharpness, and protecting against poison; it was the foundation of his survival.

Suddenly, he stopped abruptly.

Two crimson lights appeared in the absolute darkness at the end of the passage ahead.

It wasn't the whites of the eyes, nor the pupils; it had no spirit whatsoever, only deathly stillness, coldness, and the light of a predator.

Then, the third point, the fourth point, the tenth point, the thirtieth point...

Densely packed, in rows and columns, staggered up and down, covering the entire end of the darkness.

It's a compound eye.

Hundreds of compound eyes lit up simultaneously, blood-red, fixed firmly on him, without shifting in the slightest.

Wu Wei's pupils contracted sharply, and a chill ran through him.

The next moment, the entire cave shook violently, with rubble falling and cracks appearing in the rock walls.

In the darkness, a colossal body slowly stretched out.

It has no human form whatsoever, no fox-like, wolf-like, or demon-like characteristics. It has no face, no expression, and no sound. It is purely a high-level spirit formed from yin energy, corpse mud, poisonous saliva, arthropods, and carapace.

It is called the Thousand-Legged Centipede.

Its body was thicker than a water vat, stretching for several meters, its entire body covered in armor. The armor was not a bright black, but a deathly gray with a sinister black tinge, like the surface of rotting bones buried underground for a long time. Layer upon layer, the edges were rolled up like rotten flesh, and the gaps were filled with withered bones, scraps of cloth, hair, and tooth fragments—all remnants of the past. The surface of the armor was pitted, corroded, and covered with old wounds, oozing thick black blood. Each piece was as hard as refined iron, impervious to swords and spears.

Below the chest and abdomen, instead of neat rows of legs, there are densely packed, layered, twisted and intertwined segments.

Some were as thick as an arm, some as thin as a bone needle, some were hooked and turned outwards, some were sharp as awls, some were broken in half, some were ulcerated and oozing pus, and some were still wrapped with half a piece of dry bone and broken tendons. The limbs were dark red and black in color, and the joints were swollen like tumors. When they moved, the joints rubbed together and made a rustling sound that made one's scalp tingle. Every movement made the black stone ground crack.

The head looks even more terrifying.

It has no face, no lips, no nose, no ears, only a swollen, rotten, and bulging skull.

A huge gap opened at the front, not a normal mouthpart, but layers upon layers of rotting flesh and fangs that rolled inward. The fangs were black, yellow, and green, crisscrossed like saw teeth, and saliva dripped continuously, hissing and smoking on the stone, corroding small, deep holes. The toxic smoke was pungent, and inhaling even a single breath would cause dizziness.

The top and sides of its head are densely covered with compound eyes of varying sizes that protrude from its carapace.

Some were round and shiny, some were cloudy and half-blind, some were cracked and oozing pus, and some were sunken into holes. The scarlet light spots flickered on and off, like a bunch of rotting maggot eyeballs soaking in blood. When they stared at people, they were not majestic or fierce, but pure, numb, and hungry, as if they wanted to devour people to pieces.

Its two tentacles are as thick as fingers, with festering skin and swollen segments. The tips of the tentacles are split open, constantly oozing transparent venomous threads. They slowly sweep through the air, able to detect breathing, heartbeat, flow of vital energy, and muscle tremors. No movement can escape its perception.

It neither roars, nor cries, nor is it angry or sad.

No disguise, no pretense, no traps, no scheming.

It simply crawls, crushes, entangles, stabs, poisons, and swallows.

A killing machine pure to the extreme.

There was no warning, no foreplay whatsoever.

The centipede suddenly arched its body, completely blocking the passage without leaving a single gap.

With thousands of limbs pushing off the ground simultaneously, the entire black shadow, like a moving mountain of corpses, charged straight at you, carrying a stench of blood, poisonous mist, and an overwhelming force that could crush everything. Its speed was so fast it tore through the air; there was no way to dodge, no way to escape, and a head-on collision would mean shattered bones and torn bodies.

Wu Wei retreated instantly, pointing his twin black iron blades forward. He simultaneously raised his Yangyan Blood Essence and Bone Essence to their maximum, causing a layer of pale white light to emanate from the surface of his bone armor, further enhancing his defensive capabilities.

"Twin peaks pierce the sun!"

The spear tip burst forth with golden light, piercing the darkness and striking the tiny vertical slit between the compound eyes of the centipede's head—the only visible and most likely weak point.

"clang--!!"

The deafening roar echoed through the underground cave, sparks flew everywhere, and the shockwave sent rocks flying.

The spear tip struck the skull armor hard, leaving only a shallow white mark, without even breaking the surface.

The force of the recoil was like a giant hammer crashing down, splitting Wu Wei's tiger's mouth open, blood flowing down the spear shaft, his arms throbbing with pain and numbness, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, slamming hard against the stone wall.

But this time, he didn't suffer a direct injury and vomit blood.

The bone armor tightened automatically, and a pale white light flashed, forcefully dissipating most of the impact. The chest felt only a dull ache, without any internal organs being ruptured.

Wu Wei landed and rolled, quickly regaining his balance, a slight unease settling in his heart—the hardness of the carapace far exceeded his expectations.

The centipede didn't even pause.

Its body coils, stretches, and surges again, its thousands of limbs sweeping wildly, its sharp hooks and blades slashing at the rock face, carving deep trenches, sending stone chips flying, and poisonous saliva falling like rain, causing immediate decay upon contact and injury upon touch.

Wu Wei lowered his body, his twin blades swirling, the Twin Dragons Slicing the Moon technique unfolding instantly. He gripped the spear with both hands, parrying and slashing, cutting left and thrusting right, forcing out a close-quarters strangulation attack, and forcefully blocking two sweeping foot blades.

"Clang! Clang!"

Two crisp sounds rang out as the gun blade struck the limb, leaving only shallow marks.

The centipede's shell is so tough that ordinary attacks are completely ineffective.

It does not rely on magic, spirit, or trickery.

It relies solely on: crushing, entangling, piercing, poisoning, shredding, and swallowing alive.

Once entangled by the arthropods, even with bone armor protecting the body, it will be crushed by the immense force. The deadly poison will instantly invade the heart meridian, paralyzing the whole body. Then, it will be gnawed away layer by layer by the rotting mouth, swallowing up the bones and flesh together, leaving not a trace.

The more Wu and Wei fought, the more their hearts sank.

This wasn't a contest between equals; it was being hunted down, crushed, and driven to the brink of death bit by bit.

The centipede charged again, its hundreds of compound eyes locked onto him, its festering tentacles trembling slightly, accurately predicting his every dodge and sealing off all escape routes. Wu Wei leaped onto the wall, using the momentum to fly, his spear repeatedly stabbing at the soft crevice between his skulls. Each strike was delivered with all his might, his Yang Flame Blood Essence imbued with the blade, burning away evil and demonic energy, causing the carapace to smoke slightly, yet he could not penetrate the armor deeply, not even touching the edge of the core.

The centipede suddenly shook its head, its enormous body sweeping across the passage, and the violent wind pressure struck Wu Wei first.

He slammed into the wall again, his bone armor humming as the impact dissipated, but his chest still ached terribly, his blood churned, and a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, which he forced back down.

Just then, a drop of thick, dark blue poisonous saliva fell from the sky and struck him squarely on the shoulder.

The poisonous saliva landed on the bone armor, hissing white smoke rising, its corrosive power extremely strong. The surface of the bone armor instantly turned charred black, its pale white glow flashing intensely. Wu Wei felt a sharp pain and tingling in his shoulder as the insidious poison attempted to penetrate the bone armor and invade his muscles. He immediately activated his Yang Flame Blood Essence to reverse its flow and protect his body, tightening and reinforcing his bone essence. This double defense firmly locked the poison in place, preventing it from reaching his heart meridian.

Even so, half of his shoulder remained numb and heavy, his Yuan energy flowed sluggishly, and the old wound on his right leg reopened, with blood seeping out.

"Well……"

Wu Wei grunted, staggered half a step, and knelt on one knee, only managing to stay upright by bracing himself with the tip of his spear.

Unable to break through, unable to retreat, unable to dodge, and unable to escape the poison.

His vital energy was dwindling, his injuries were worsening, the poison was spreading, his footwork was sluggish, and his vision was blurring.

The rustling sound grew closer.

The centipede approached slowly and deliberately, its thousands of limbs crushing through the gravel and blood, each step halting like the pace of death itself.

It's not in a hurry.

It is waiting.

Wait until he is exhausted, until he is numb, until he falls down, until he stops resisting, then slowly tighten your grip, crush him, and devour him.

Wu Wei stood up, bracing himself against his spear. His bone essence continued to circulate, and his bone armor remained covering his body, protecting his vital points. Yang Flame Blood Essence surged within him, burning away the remaining poison and stabilizing his mind. He stared intently at the centipede's head. Beneath that layer of dark, hard skull armor, there was a faint but steady light—the essence core, the source of everything, was located deep within, hidden in the most fatal position behind the thickest armor.

To obtain the essence, one must break through the armor.

To break through armor, you must get close.

To get close, one must traverse countless limbs and a deluge of poisonous saliva.

A narrow escape from death.

He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again, his eyes filled with only coldness and determination.

No more dodging, no more wandering, no more futile probing.

The twin-bladed rotation is going all out.

The three forces of bone marrow essence, Yangyan blood essence, and physical bone essence burned simultaneously, and the gilded patterns on the spearhead burst forth with intense light, illuminating the entire dark cave. The twin black iron blades were like two blazing suns, burning away the poisonous mist and cleaving through the stench.

I won't hide.

He let out a low shout and charged straight at the onrushing centipede monster.

The centipede's compound eyes swelled crimson, its limbs flared wildly, it spewed out venomous saliva, and its rotting mouth opened wide, as if it wanted to crush him and swallow him whole.

In that instant, the inner core of his consciousness stirred with an extremely subtle thought, uttering only one sentence: "Save me," not a single word more:

"At the deepest part of the soft crevice, it contracts and expands every three breaths, and can be entered in that instant."

There was no explanation, no emphasis, no comfort.

Only give an opportunity, only give a fleeting chance.

Wu Wei instantly understood—without that sentence, rushing forward would be suicide, with no chance of even breaking through the armor.

He suddenly lowered his body, gliding along the gaps between his limbs, his two blades swirling, unleashing the Bone-Shattering and Meridian-Severing attacks, a rapid close-range thrust and slash, targeting the weak points of the limb joints, and using all his remaining strength to sever the two toes of the front row.

Black and red poisonous blood gushed out, splashing onto the bone armor, sizzling and corroding, but unable to penetrate the defense.

The centipede, in pain, twisted, rolled, and thrashed wildly, its limbs sweeping erratically, causing the rock wall to collapse, sending stone chips flying everywhere, and its venomous saliva raining down.

Taking advantage of its frenzied state, Wu Wei leaped forward, grabbing tightly onto the gap in the centipede's shell. Ignoring the corrosive poison and the cuts from the scales, he braced his feet against the protruding joints, pressing his entire body against the mountain of corpses. He gripped his gun, aiming at the deepest part of the soft suture between the skulls, waiting for the moment it would contract.

One breath...

Two breaths...

Three breaths!

The soft seam narrowed slightly, revealing an extremely fine, short, and dangerous internal gap.

Right now.

"Twin Blades' Deadly Strike - Armor Piercing!"

Wu Wei roared, channeling the last of his strength into the tip of his spear. Golden light pierced through the top of his head as he fiercely thrust it into the depths of the soft crevice.

The Yang Flame and Marrow Essence exploded inside, causing fine cracks to appear on his skull. The cracks spread rapidly, and black and red poisonous blood and Yin Sha gushed out simultaneously, spraying his face and body. His bone armor defended with all its might, and although the excruciating pain was unbearable, it did not break through his defenses.

The centipede emitted a piercing, inhuman shriek—not a hiss, not a roar, but a screeching sound from the violent friction of its thousands of limbs, so loud it made blood flow from the seven orifices and the soul tremble. It rolled, rammed, and thrashed wildly, trying to throw him off the rock face, crush him into a pulp, and poison his very marrow.

Wu Wei clung tightly to the spear shaft, being flung against walls, smashed against rocks, and grazed by the sharp hooks of the centipede's limbs. His bone armor was struck repeatedly, its luminous glow flickering, and tiny cracks appeared in many places, yet it never broke. His wounds all over his body completely burst open, blood gushing out and mixing with the poisonous blood, staining the centipede's back red. But he refused to let go, twisting the spearhead with both hands, constantly prying and widening the cracks, inch by inch pushing it into the core.

"Open it... for me!"

He mustered his last ounce of consciousness, burning the last of his life force, and suddenly thrust forward.

"Click—"

The skull was completely ruptured.

The black and red blood mist and the Yin energy exploded, exposing a pure white essence core with blood streaks, an uneven surface, and a texture like rotten flesh wrapped around a crystal.

It contained a faint yet pure primordial aura—the very essence of the matter.

The centipede, writhing in agony and going mad, suddenly coiled its body, trying to crush Wu Wei along with its own head, perishing together.

Wu Wei drew his spear, leaped, and spun around, bringing his two spears together like a fiery meteor, unleashing all his power to pierce the exposed core.

"The Demon-Burning Spear - A Fatal Strike!"

The moment the spear tip pierced the core, the primordial power erupted, the yang flames burned away the yin energy, and the marrow essence shattered the monster's core.

The centipede's body suddenly stiffened.

Hundreds of compound eyes quickly dimmed, became cloudy, and went out; the bulging eyeballs collapsed, shrank, and lost their luster.

Thousands of limbs slowly relaxed, drooped, and ceased to move.

Its massive body, several meters tall, crashed to the ground, causing the cave to tremble violently. Its carapace shattered, poisonous blood flowed, its limbs twitched a few times, and then it fell into complete stillness.

That chilling rustling sound is gone forever.

The cave was deathly silent.

Wu Wei plummeted from mid-air, his knees slamming down. He barely managed to stay upright by bracing himself with the shaft of his spear. His bone armor was riddled with cracks, its light dimmed, almost completely depleted of his bone essence. He was covered in blood, poison, and wounds, blood seeping from his seven orifices. His consciousness was blurred, and he was on the verge of fainting. He looked up at the centipede's shattered head, its core broken, its primordial light lying quietly amidst the blood and poison, gentle yet resolute, slowly soothing the deep-seated pain and damage within his bones.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, Shu's voice remained indifferent and cold, yet carried a subtle, resolute tone:

"Obtain it. Return to the source."

Wu Wei raised his hand tremblingly, ignoring the corrosive effects of the poisonous blood, and grasped the warm, faint light.

Power surged from his fingertips into his bone marrow, the icy pain slowly receding, the incomplete source of energy being gradually filled, the rampant toxins being forcibly suppressed, a glimmer of light appearing in his dark sea of ​​consciousness, and the depleted primordial energy slowly flowing back. The cracks on the surface of his bone armor slowly closed, and a pale white glow re-condensed; though not fully restored, it had already become stable again.

The most ferocious, poisonous, and terrifying high-ranking evil spirit in Black Wind Ridge has been subdued.

Outside the cave, the thick fog began to dissipate.

A faint but real breeze blew into the cave, carrying away a thousand years of stench and malevolence.

Wu Wei looked down at the source in his palm, gripped the Xuan Tie twin blades tightly, and slowly stood up.

His wounds were still throbbing with pain, the toxins hadn't been cleared, and he was exhausted, but he had finally survived.

If it weren't for Shu's timely reminder of the moment of weakness, and if he hadn't used his Bone Element Armor to withstand the fatal impact and poison, he would have been crushed into pieces by the Thousand-Legged Centipede Demon long ago, without even leaving a sound.

Black Wind Ridge, from this point on, is free from any obstacles.

A glimmer of light finally appeared on the road ahead.