Body command feeding world

The echoing bells from the main peak had not yet faded, their deep, resonant sound, like the heavenly Dao crushing over the soul, silencing the entire public domain.

All the newly recruited Martial Body Masters bowed their heads and held their breath, no one daring to move rashly or make a sound, even their breathing was deliberately kept quiet. Most of them came from various mortal realms, minor realms, and remnant realms. Once they condensed their Body Tokens, they thought they had embarked on the path to heaven. Only now, standing before the trial platform, did they truly understand that the Body Token Cave Heaven was not a place of salvation, but a huge prison that fed on all realms and used lives as fuel.

Wu Wei mingled at the very edge of the crowd, his back still ramrod straight, yet he suppressed the aura of his perfected Three Elements cultivation to a barely perceptible level. The fluctuations of his disguised incomplete body were steady and restrained, while the vast Daoist charm of his perfect body was firmly locked deep within his dantian by Shu's primordial power, not a single trace leaking out. His face remained expressionless, his jawline taut, his lips pressed into a cold, hard line, only a barely perceptible chill lurked deep within his eyes, as if no stormy sea in the world could stir the stillness of his heart.

His fingertips hung naturally, his thumb unconsciously rubbing the side of his index finger—a subtle habit ingrained from years of honing his marksmanship as a master of guns on Earth, imperceptible yet etched into his very being. His brow remained straight and sharp, only furrowing almost imperceptibly when his gaze swept over the dark purple gate in the center of the testing platform, before instantly returning to normal.

This is his unique logic of expression—unperturbed, calm, unwavering, and fearless, only revealing a barely perceptible change in the instant of assessing risk.

On the high platform, three deer-headed spirit demons stood guard, clad in armor radiating spiritual light and wielding World Element spears. Their eyes, opening and closing, shimmered with golden light, capable of piercing through any low-level disguise. The central spirit demon looked down upon them, its voice cold and hard as shattered ice, striking the hearts of every newly promoted martial arts practitioner:

"Newcomers, listen to my command: This trial is a solo, single-realm trial. One person per realm, without support, assistance, or companions. Stepping through the realm gate means entering an independent world, where you will never meet or interfere with each other."

"Core mission: Wield the World-Elemental Artifact and collect the power of the world's origin. The World-Elemental Artifact is of the Cave Heaven type, passively absorbed, uncontrollable, with random absorption amount, no shortcuts, and no anomalies."

"The rule is singular: there is no time limit for the mission, but... if you fail to complete it, you will never return. If you die within this realm, your soul and spirit will perish, and the grotto-heaven will neither remember, search for, nor bury you."

"Survive, return to the main peak, be granted the first cursed body, be given mutated blood essence, and officially become a martial arts master."

"Death is the nourishment of the animal kingdom."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, without a trace of emotion, as if reciting the most ordinary rules for disposing of an object.

Among the crowd, some trembled slightly, some were deathly pale, and some clenched their teeth, making a soft, grinding sound. Fear, like a chilling tide, silently washed over everyone's mind. They finally understood that this was not a test, not a trial, but rather that the Lord was using all the worlds as a cage to raise a group of weapons to fight for him and die for him.

Wu Wei's expression remained calm, but his eyelashes drooped slightly, concealing the fleeting cold glint in his eyes.

No time limit, no way out, or die.

It was more brutal than he had anticipated.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, Shu's thoughts were clear and lucid, remaining fully conscious and unhurried throughout:

"The rules of the Order Master have completely locked your cultivation limit. Even if you go all out, you can only unleash the full power of the Three Elements Perfection. If you exceed this, it will trigger a warning from the Cave Heaven Rules and expose your Flawless Body Order. Your Independent Cave Heaven, Origin Techniques, and the true form of your Marrow Weapon, the Twin-Edged Spear, must not be revealed."

"This realm is called the Realm of Shajin. It is not a complete Great World, but only a fragmented continental region. The Heavenly Dao is incomplete, and Shajin has ravaged the land for ten years. Humanity has retreated to the last bastion of hope, barely clinging to life."

"You already possess the Boundary Artifact, and its function is fixed: it emits no light when probing the origin, glows green when encountering a B-grade evil spirit, and flashes brightly when encountering the origin evil master. Absorption is completely random. I cannot anchor it, interfere with it, or secretly devour it at this moment. Only when you complete the task and open the gate to return to the boundary can I lock onto the remnant boundary origin node and complete the absorption."

"The final rule of the trial is an unwritten rule that must never be violated—mortals of the remnant realm must not be killed, injured, or disturbed. Only those who are considered evil spirits will be killed; violators will have their celestial abode obliterated on the spot, their souls and spirits annihilated."

Wu Wei's brow twitched slightly, furrowing almost imperceptibly before quickly relaxing.

He understood.

It's not that it can't be done, it's that it's forbidden.

It's not that I can't bear it, it's the rule.

In this cruel trial, mortals become an inviolable bottom line.

"Step forward one by one, receive the World Elemental Artifact, and enter the World."

The spirit guardian's voice fell again, and the group moved slowly.

Some people walked unsteadily, some clenched their fists, and some looked back every few steps. Wu Wei, however, walked steadily, landing silently. When he reached the front of the stage, he reached out and picked up a boundary artifact that belonged to him. The artifact was pitch black and cold, its texture like black iron, its surface engraved with fine runes, and in the center, an indicator light remained lifeless and unresponsive.

This is the standard equipment for all incomplete body-binding martial arts users; it is exactly the same and there is nothing special about it.

"9527, enter the boundary."

The identity jade talisman flashed slightly, and the spirit guardian said no more.

Wu Wei nodded, without turning back or pausing, and stepped into the dark purple gate filled with churning chaotic evil energy.

The next instant, the world spun around.

The spiritual energy, rules, pressure, and light of the main peak—all the aura related to the Body-Order Cave Heaven—were instantly severed, isolated, and erased. In its place came a violent, turbid, foul, and rotten aura that violently rushed into the nasal cavity, choking people and making their chests feel stuffy.

A strong wind howled past, carrying the smell of dried blood and decay, and stung my face slightly.

No more clear sounds of jade bells, whispers of spirits, or echoing tones filled my ears.

Only distant, indistinct, mournful roars, the whistling of the wind through broken beams amidst the ruins, and the sticky, rubbing sound of some creature crawling.

The world has completely changed.

The moment his feet touched the ground, Wu Wei crushed a piece of dry, blackened cement with a crisp sound that was particularly clear in the deathly silence. He didn't immediately regain his balance; his body paused slightly, his shoulders and neck slumped gently, and his bone armor instinctively retracted to cover his body. But after confirming that there was no immediate danger, he slowly relaxed.

His expression changed noticeably for the first time.

His brows furrowed slowly, not out of vigilance or doubt, but with a faint, almost absent-minded stillness.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and for the first time, her eyes, which were usually as cold and still as a deep pool, showed a barely perceptible tremor.

Her jawline remained taut, but her lip line had unconsciously loosened slightly, as if she had seen something unexpected.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the world before him.

The leaden sky hung low, thick clouds like rotting cotton, obscuring the sun and blue sky, leaving only a deathly gray expanse. In the distance, tall buildings lay half-collapsed, their steel bars twisted and exposed, windows shattered, and walls covered in dark vines. Streets were broken, collapsed, and twisted, abandoned vehicles overturned haphazardly, their bodies covered in claw marks and bite marks, rusted and grime.

On the ground, the dark red, almost black bloodstains had long since dried, seeping into the cracks in the cement, patch by patch, pool by pool, a shocking sight.

Broken skeletons are everywhere; human skulls lie rolled in corners with empty eye sockets facing the sky, and scattered ribs are gnawed into jagged pieces.

A rusty assault rifle was stuck diagonally in the rubble, with spent cartridges scattered all over the ground. A tattered bulletproof vest, blood-stained tactical gloves, and torn camouflage fabric... everything was so familiar that it made one's heart tighten.

Wu Wei stood amidst the ruins, motionless for a long time.

His brows remained slightly furrowed as his gaze slowly swept over the ruined buildings, highways, cars, guns, and reinforced concrete... each item overlapping with a scene from the depths of his memory. A wisp of hair fluttered across his forehead, and his eyes vacantly glazed over. Emotions he never usually showed were now faintly visible on his face.

It's not fear.

Not surprised.

It was a kind of bewildered and stunned state of mind.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his voice low, slightly hoarse, and extremely soft, as if he were asking himself a question, or as if it were a murmur that came out of his mouth.

"This...is it Earth?"

It was only five words, yet it carried a subtle tension that even he himself was unaware of.

Shu's thoughts responded gently in his sea of ​​consciousness, without ripples, only a statement:

"It's not Earth, but an independent continental region with an Earth-like civilization. Its architecture, technology, and cultural features are highly similar, which is why the Lord chose this realm as a new trial ground. He is using this sense of familiarity to amplify fear."

Wu and Wei remained silent for a moment.

His eyebrows slowly relaxed, returning to their usual cold, straight lines.

The bewilderment in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a bottomless, cold stillness.

His jaw tightened again, his lips pressed together, and all his outward emotions were withdrawn, leaving only a chillingly calm and ruthless demeanor.

The change happened in just a few breaths, but it pulled him back from a momentary daze to his true gunman instincts.

He stopped looking at the familiar yet strange apocalyptic scene and slowly closed his eyes, opening all his senses.

Touch – the fishy smell in the wind, the chilling aura, the roughness of the ground, the slight numbness of the bone-like armor covering the body.

Hearing—a distant roar, the flapping of wings of a strange bird flying low overhead, the scraping sound of crawling deep in the ruins, and the faint roar of gunfire in the far distance.

Smell – putrid, bloody, poisonous, burnt, dusty.

Visuals—a hazy gray sky, black ruins, dark red bloodstains, and a twisted figure wandering at the end of the street.

The terror doesn't come from screams, but from the omnipresent presence of death.

This land has been devoured by evil spirits for ten years.

Wu Wei opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as a spearhead, the previous daze gone. He raised his hand and looked at the pitch-black elemental artifact in his palm; the indicator light remained lifeless, without a trace of light.

The fact that the Boundary Artifact is not lit indicates that there are no high-level evil spirits or primordial fluctuations nearby.

He slowly moved his fingers, his wrists slightly rotating, his knuckles cracking softly. His upper limb muscles tensed slightly, then quickly relaxed, adapting to the power suppressed to the Three Elements Perfection by the Commander. His lower limbs bent slightly, his center of gravity lowered, and his toes lightly touched the ground; the trajectory of the Instant Step flashed through his mind.

His expression returned to normal.

Cold, calm, steady, ruthless.

His eyes were cold and detached, like a blade; his brow bone was straight; his face was expressionless; only deep within his eyes lay an unquenchable glint of gunfire.

He looked up and gazed at the distant horizon.

At the edge of the gray sky, a towering, massive wall stood majestically, its walls gleaming with the cold light of metal and concrete. Lights flickered atop the wall, gunfire occasionally erupted, and the faint sounds of explosions could be heard.

That is the bulwark of hope, the last place for humanity to survive in this world.

Beyond the walls lies an endless, desolate inferno.

Inside the fortified walls lived ordinary people struggling to survive, each armed and ready to fight to the death at any moment.

Between the barrier and him, countless evil spirits roam, hunt, and devour.

The Corpse Demon staggered along, the Shadow Spirit crawled close to the ground, the Withered Claw Demon slithered underground, and the Giant Blood Leech Demon wriggled in the cracks of the ruins. Its body was as thick and long as a giant python, its ring-shaped suckers gleaming with a cold, fishy light, and its mouth opened to reveal layers of sharp teeth, disgusting and terrifying.

Wu Wei glanced at him, but remained unmoved.

His face still showed no fear, disgust, or discomfort, only the purest judgment.

enemy.

prey.

cut.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the pivot reminded again:

"Remember, this is a mission with no time limit; failure means death. The absorption of the elemental artifact is random, and I cannot interfere. Mortals must not be harmed; only evil spirits can be eliminated. All your methods must be kept within the Three Elements Perfection realm and must not be exposed."

"Your journey begins now."

Wu Wei nodded slightly, his face showing no change in expression, only his eyes narrowed slightly at the corners.

He slowly raised his hand and grasped the double-edged spear behind him, which was disguised as an ordinary short gun. His fingertips gripped the shaft at one-third of its length—the golden grip point of Earth's spear techniques, honed through countless trials and ingrained into his instincts.

His wrist dipped slightly, and the tip of the gun pointed diagonally at the ground.

There was no roar, no charging up, no unnecessary movements.

He stood alone on the ruins of the apocalypse, with broken walls and corpses behind him, and an endless tidal wave and distant barriers before him.

The world was deathly silent, save for his single shot.

There was no time, no way back, and no companions.

One realm, one person, one gun, one life and one death.

With a single step, Wu Wei's figure shot forward like an arrow, heading towards the Barrier of Hope, and entered this boundless and endless purgatory of evil spirits.

His trials truly begin from this moment.