Body command feeding world

Wu Weigang stabilized himself in the Origin Cave Heaven of Qinglu Village, his mind completely immersed in the connection with the origin of Shu. His fingertips lightly touched the void, about to outline the coordinate patterns of the remnant world passage, preparing to return to that incomplete world that was devoid of a sparse origin.

But before his thoughts could fully settle, a voice transmission carrying the supreme pressure of the main peak, cold and rigid to the extreme, exploded without warning in the deepest part of his mind, like a thunderclap crushing his soul:

[On September 27th, the Lord summons you. Proceed to the Lord's Peak immediately without delay.]

Wu Wei's eyes suddenly darkened, and the Yuan energy that had just surged around him instantly subsided.

He originally intended to use the independent passage opened by the pivot to plunder the remnant world's origin, hone his spear technique and the power of the three elements. However, the summons from the Lord is the supreme iron law within the Body Command Cave Heaven. Not to mention that he was just a mere Martial Body Envoy, even a high-ranking consul would not dare to disobey in the slightest.

With a sigh of disappointment at the interruption of his plan, Wu Wei said no more. The clouds beneath his feet exploded with a roar, his black clothes fluttering wildly. His figure was like an arrow piercing the sky, directly breaking through layers of clouds and rushing towards the supreme main peak that spanned the heavens and the earth and dominated the ages.

Along the way, the sea of ​​clouds surged like angry waves, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth trembled under the pressure of the main peak. The surrounding floating envoy peaks all lowered heavy restrictions, not daring to leak even a trace of their aura, showing the ultimate awe of the being at the top of the main peak.

In less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Wu Wei had already landed at the Wanbai White Jade Square at the foot of the main peak.

The plaza is paved with jade that has remained intact for millions of years. Each jade brick is engraved with ancient runes of submission and awe. The plaza is vast and boundless, stretching as far as the eye can see. The sky above is shrouded in a thick, impenetrable sea of ​​purple-gold clouds, making the light dim and the atmosphere solemn to the point of being suffocating.

The air was heavy as lead, and every breath felt like swallowing mountains. It was as if the soul was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, making even circulating one's energy extremely difficult.

In the very center of the square, a consul spirit dressed in a black robe with gilded patterns and a stern face was already waiting.

This demon spirit had a human body and an animal face, with three dark golden lines on its forehead. It was the chief steward personally appointed by the main peak, and its status was far superior to that of ordinary demon spirits. Usually, it was aloof and taciturn, arrogant and disdainful of the martial arts practitioners below. But now, upon seeing Wu Wei, its face, which was usually as cold as stone, broke into a slightly fawning smile for the first time. Its eyebrows curved slightly, the corners of its mouth turned up, and its eyes were filled with undisguised envy and deliberate attempts to win him over. It quickly stepped forward.

"9527, congratulations!"

The consul spirit deliberately lowered his voice, carrying a hint of mystery and ingratiation. With a slight flick of his sleeves, his tone was full of sighs: "The Lord has been in seclusion for ten thousand years and rarely summons his subordinates in person. This time, however, he has summoned you alone, which shows that your performance in the mission in the Broken World has completely caught the Lord's eye."

It paused, took a half-step closer, and chuckled in a low voice, "In my opinion, an immense opportunity will surely befall you today. Your meteoric rise to power is just around the corner, hehehe..."

Wu Wei merely nodded slightly, his expression remaining as cold and still as a deep pool, showing no sign of elation or loss of composure.

He raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through the thick purple-gold sea of ​​clouds, looking towards the summit of the main peak—the highest core of the entire Shenling Cave Heaven, a divine realm that all spirits revere and dare not look directly at.

The next moment, a terrifying aura, surpassing all the rules of the heavens and as vast as the primordial universe, poured down from the depths of the sea of ​​clouds without warning!

It wasn't murderous intent, nor was it malevolent energy; rather, it was an absolute and pure dominance and pressure, like the collapse of the heavens and the overturning of all worlds. The entire white jade plaza trembled slightly under this aura, and the runes on the jade bricks lit up in unison, emitting mournful cries of unbearable burden.

All sounds in the world vanished. The sound of wind, clouds, and breathing were all swallowed up by this supreme pressure. All was silent except for the terrifying aura that swept across the world, crushing every inch of space and causing Wu Wei's joints to crack slightly. Even with his steely will, he couldn't help but tremble.

The sea of ​​clouds slowly parted.

Two gigantic hands, pale and withered to the extreme, stretched across the sky and slowly emerged from the endless sea of ​​clouds, hanging in the heavens, covering the sky and the sun, and occupying the entire field of vision of Wu and Wei.

The giant hand's skin was as pale as ancient jade, devoid of any color. Its knuckles were long and cold, and the lines on them were like the laws of heaven and earth. Every inch of it exuded deathly stillness and majesty, as if a gentle grip could crush an entire small world.

Most terrifyingly, a dark golden vertical eye grows upright in the center of the palm of each hand.

Its vertical eyes are cold, lifeless, and eternally still, without eyelids or any spirit. Its pupils are like a starry sky that has been silent for billions of years, looking down at all living beings as if gazing at ants and dust. Wherever its gaze falls, even space ripples, as if it might collapse at any moment.

This is—the Lord Black Mountain.

The being who commands the highest realms has no true form, no complete appearance, no joy or anger, no sorrow or happiness. People can only glimpse these giant hands that control all realms in their entire lives.

All martial arts techniques, all mission rules, all world passages, and all matters of life and death are governed, observed, and judged by the eyes in these palms.

No words were uttered, but the vast aura that seemed to unify all worlds made Wu Wei realize that he couldn't even muster the thought of resistance in the face of this being.

Wu Wei stood with his hands at his sides, his back still straight as a spear, but he bowed slightly, performing the highest martial etiquette, awaiting the order of his lord.

At that very moment—

The vertical eye in the palm of the pale giant hand on the left suddenly shone with a dark golden divine light that pierced through the heavens and earth!

The divine light was as sharp as a celestial sword, and its speed surpassed the laws of space. It instantly shot straight into Wu Wei's brow and entered his sea of ​​consciousness without any hindrance!

Wu Wei's mind tightened suddenly, and all the muscles in his body tensed up to the extreme. He instinctively prepared to unleash the power of the three elements to defend himself.

At the critical moment, Shu's telepathic connection, like a clear spring, resonated calmly within him, without the slightest hint of panic:

[It's not an obstacle; it's not offensive power, but merely a probe of will.]

Those four simple words instantly eased Wu Wei's tense nerves.

He forcefully suppressed all unusual movements, closed his eyes and concentrated, letting the dark golden will surge into his sea of ​​consciousness. He only felt a vast and boundless consciousness gently sweep over him before retreating without harming him in the slightest.

Immediately afterwards, the Lord's voice, vast, distant, and cold like an ancient glacier, slowly resounded between heaven and earth, its source indistinguishable, as if coming from beyond the myriad realms. Every word carried a soul-shattering pressure, crushing through Wu Wei's eardrums and sea of ​​consciousness:

My name is Black Mountain.

"You, 9527, Martial Body Envoy, completed the mission in the Incomplete World exceptionally well."

"I will reward you."

The moment the words fell, the pale giant hand on the right moved slightly, and a dazzling three-colored light suddenly burst forth from the vertical eye in its palm!

Three swirling halos, imbued with boundless primordial energy, slowly drifted down from the vertical eye and hovered above Wu Wei's head.

A ball of crimson flames, like a raging inferno, represents Grade B Blood Essence;

A mass of silvery-white material, like immortal divine bones, is a second-grade bone essence;

A ball of pure white, like the essence of heaven and earth, is a second-grade marrow essence.

Three primordial halos slowly rotated, emitting a pure aura that made the entire main peak tremble. It was a rare talent foundation in all realms, a supreme treasure that countless martial arts practitioners dreamed of.

Before Wu Wei could react, the three halos of light burst into his body with a loud bang!

"Buzz—!!!"

An intense, tearing pain, so violent it was almost unbearable, exploded from every part of my body and rushed straight into my consciousness!

The power of Grade B Blood Essence, Bone Essence, and Marrow Essence was like three erupting primordial volcanoes, wildly colliding, crushing, and reshaping his meridians, flesh, bone marrow, and internal organs. Every inch of his skin was being torn apart, every meridian was being forcibly widened, and every strand of bone marrow was being completely rewritten!

Wu Wei's skin instantly tightened, and the veins on his body, like ferocious black snakes, bulged out all over his neck, arms, and chest, each one protruding and shocking to behold.

He clenched his teeth so tightly that they crunched as if he wanted to crush them. Bright red blood kept spilling from the corners of his lips. His whole body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and cold sweat poured out like a torrential rain, instantly soaking through his black clothes and clinging to his skin.

It was an extreme pain that went straight from the physical body to the deepest part of the soul. An ordinary martial artist would have his body shatter and his soul disintegrate in an instant, and die completely insane.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, Shu's will quietly unfolded, transforming into countless delicate primordial threads that frantically combed through Wu Wei's wildly surging meridians, guiding the raging power of the three sources to gradually merge into his blood, bones, and marrow, forcibly stabilizing his physical foundation and alleviating the excruciating pain.

Even with Shu's full protection, the pain of being poured into his body still made Wu Wei experience torment ten thousand times worse than when he fought the Origin Demon Lord.

He stood motionless in the center of Baiyu Square, his back as straight as a spear, never bending over or kneeling. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain of defying fate with an iron will.

A full quarter of an hour.

The power of the three halos was completely exhausted, merging entirely into Wu Wei's blood, bones, and marrow, disappearing without a trace.

The two pale giant hands suspended in the sky slowly withdrew the light from their vertical eyes, and then, along with the vast and boundless pressure, disappeared into the thick purple-gold sea of ​​clouds, vanishing without a trace, as if they had never existed.

The immense pressure between heaven and earth suddenly dissipated, and Wu Wei slowly loosened his clenched jaw, exhaling a long breath of turbid air tinged with blood. The intense pain throughout his body gradually subsided, replaced by an unprecedentedly powerful force that flowed slowly through his blood, bones, and marrow.

He could clearly perceive the earth-shattering changes within himself—

Blood Essence Mutation: The original crimson Yang Flame has completely transformed into clusters of dark blue, purifying flames like deep-sea ice. The temperature has increased several times, and its restraint and damage to evil spirits and monsters have doubled. It burns and extinguishes upon contact.

Bone Transformation: The original pale silver bone armor is completely reshaped, becoming incredibly delicate, compact, and form-fitting, like a second skin. It is as thin as a cicada's wing, yet as hard as divine iron, with its defensive power surging without affecting movement at all. Agility and sturdiness are perfectly combined.

Dramatic Transformation of the Weapon: The Xuan Tie Double-Headed Spear, the natal weapon, has undergone its most complete metamorphosis! The spear body has been reforged with the power of marrow essence, its entire body gleaming with a dark silver light, its texture heavy and domineering. The double-headed spear has been completely enlarged, with each head as broad and heavy as a broadsword, its blade as sharp as frost, and its spear tip as if divinely forged. It possesses both the sharp piercing power of a spear and the slashing and sweeping power of a greatsword, its grandeur imposing and unstoppable. Holding it in one's hand gives one the domineering aura to sweep away thousands of troops and pierce the sky!

Just as Wu Wei was immersed in his own transformation, the consul spirit slowly stepped forward again.

Its smile deepened, its eyes filled with meaning, a meaningful curve appearing at the corner of its mouth. Its gaze held envy, a reminder, and a barely perceptible warning as it sized up Wu Wei, its tone laced with admiration.

"9527, you're incredibly lucky, absolutely incredibly lucky!"

"A Grade B infusion of blood, bone, and marrow—such innate talent is a rare treasure, even in the entire Myriad Realms! From this day forward, your foundation, combat power, and potential will far surpass those of other Martial Body Envoys of the same rank!"

It paused, the smile on its face slowly fading, its gaze fixed intently on Wu Wei, its voice lowered, carrying a heavy tone:

"However, you must remember that the Lord's benefits are never so easy to obtain."

"There are no free gifts in the world. You have to give as much as you receive. From now on, you will need to work harder and more diligently to complete the guarding missions, trial missions, and high-risk zone missions. There can be no slackness whatsoever."

As the consul spirit spoke, it slowly turned its head to look at the void on the other side of the plaza, where the faint outline of the promotion mission list appeared. Its tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable command:

"You currently have the highest completion rate and the best performance in the promotion task."

"But that's far from enough. Since the Lord has given you this opportunity, it means He has high hopes for you. From now on, you must work even harder and not let the Lord down."

After speaking, the consul spirit said no more, nodded slightly to Wu Wei, and then moved, transforming into a golden light and disappearing into the sea of ​​clouds.

On the empty white jade square, only Wu Wei stood quietly.

The wind rustled through his black robes as he slowly raised his hand and grasped the transformed double-headed spear made of black iron.

The heavy, imposing gun felt solid in his hand, and the double-headed greatsword-like spearhead emitted a cold, sharp light. The dark blue blood essence flames within his body burned quietly, and the bone armor that clung to his body was warm and hard. All these changes proclaimed his complete transformation.

However, Wu Wei's eyes grew increasingly cold and desolate.

He knew that the Lord of the Black Mountain's reward was not out of mercy, but rather to hone him as a pawn, to push him into a more dangerous and cruel battlefield.

Opportunities and crises have always coexisted.

He gripped the transformed double-headed gun tightly, a sharp, spear-like glint flashing in his eyes.

Whether the road ahead leads to guarding, trials, or even more dangerous missions in other realms, he is fearless.