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"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Feng Zhi felt like his whole body was about to fall apart.

The essence of the divine medicine in the cauldron was circulating through his body.

That wasn't medicine at all; it was clearly countless tiny knives, forcibly squeezed into his pores.

It roughly scraped his bones, tore his veins, and then forcibly glued them back together.

"Master! Isn't this medicine a bit too strong? I feel like I'm about to be cooked! I'm really cooked!"

Feng Zhi struggled to speak; he was truly exhausted!

Bei Chenzi listened to his disciple's screams but showed no pity.

"It's better when you're familiar with it! How can you transform yourself if you're not familiar with it?"

"The path of the ultimate is to defy the heavens. Ordinary people cultivate by gently nourishing their meridians, but you cultivate the ultimate path."

"You must widen your meridians like rivers and forge your bones like divine weapons! If you can't even endure this little bit of pain, what are you talking about on the path to becoming an emperor?"

Feng Zhi was on the verge of tears, feeling as if he were a piece of scrap iron thrown into a steel furnace, undergoing a process of forging and tempering.

But he gritted his teeth and did not give up.

Because he discovered that beneath this excruciating pain, an unprecedented power was quietly growing within his body.

The originally withered and thin muscles began to become firm and bulging under the wash of the divine medicine, and layers of black impurities seeped out of the skin surface, which were then instantly evaporated by the high temperature of the divine liquid.

"Since there's no way to avoid it..." Feng Zhi's eyes flashed with ruthlessness as he activated the Extreme Dao Emperor Scripture.

"Then let's go!"

Feng Zhi stopped trying to resist the violent medicinal power and instead circulated the Emperor's Scripture to relax his body and mind.

He actively guided that power, enough to burst a mountain, into his meridians!

boom!

It felt as if a muffled thunderclap resounded within my body.

Feng Zhi shuddered and spat out a mouthful of black blood, which was instantly purified by the divine liquid in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, an aura several times stronger than before erupted from his body, causing the divine cauldron to vibrate loudly.

Bei Chenzi was startled, noticing the movement inside the cauldron.

He laughed loudly, "Good lad! Ruthless enough! That's right! Those who follow the extreme path must be even more ruthless to themselves! Come on, let Master add some more spice!"

As he spoke, a silver light flew from the Emperor's Source into the Divine Cauldron.

When the wind stopped, everything went black.

"Master, am I really your disciple?!"

"Enough nonsense! This is called the Yin Spirit Fruit; it'll neutralize the imbalance. Keep practicing!"

Before Feng Zhi could even complain, the name sounded like some kind of indescribable tonic.

Suddenly, a bone-chilling cold swept over my entire body.

The cauldron, which had just looked like it was about to roast a person alive, instantly turned into an ice cellar.

Two heavens of ice and fire!

Feng Zhi felt as if his meridians were being stretched to the point of bursting one moment, and frozen stiff as iron the next. The intense, tingling sensation was indescribable.

"ah!!!"

Within the ancestral land, mournful screams rose and fell.

……

Cold comes and summer comes, spring passes and autumn comes.

Outside the divine cauldron, the vegetation withered and flourished twice.

The screams inside the cauldron gradually transformed from heart-wrenching cries to powerful roars, and finally even into some kind of strange humming.

"Three circles to the left, three circles to the right, twist your neck, wiggle your hips..."

Feng Zhi sat cross-legged at the bottom of the divine cauldron, his upper body bare.

By this time, he was no longer the gaunt and weak man he once was.

Beneath his bronze skin, his muscles were smooth and powerful, as if every inch of his flesh contained the strength of a volcano.

The originally extremely violent essence of the divine medicine has now transformed into his power within his body, obediently flowing with his breath.

"It's been two years, hasn't it?"

Feng Zhi opened his eyes, and two golden lightning bolts flashed by.

He clenched his fist, and the air in his palm exploded with a loud bang.

"How many tons of medicinal soup have I drunk in the past two years? I feel like I could kill an ancient remnant species with a single punch right now!"

Outside the cauldron, Bei Chenzi was still enveloped in the coffin by Di Yuan; he could not leave Di Yuan.

His crippled body was meant to wait for the day when...

When a great enemy descends upon the Holy Land, that will be the time for him to reach the pinnacle of his power!

The old man felt gratified as he sensed the restrained yet profound aura emanating from within the cauldron.

Even if he dies and his spirit fades away, someone will carry the sacred land forward for him.

"The foundation of the empire is laid, boy, come out!"

Bei Chenzi's voice reached Feng Zhi's ears.

boom!

The lid of the ancient divine cauldron that had suppressed Feng Zhi for two whole years shot skyward!

A dazzling golden light shot out from the cauldron, soaring straight into the sky and even tearing a large hole in the clouds.

Feng Zhi, shirtless, leaped out of the cauldron and landed steadily on the ground.

He took a deep breath, swallowing the rich spiritual energy within the ancestral land.

"Master, I'm out!"

Feng Zhi grinned, revealing a set of big white teeth, exuding a savage and domineering aura.

At this point, he was no longer the naive and ordinary person he had been when he first visited the mountain.

Her jet-black hair was loosely draped over her shoulders.

Each strand of hair seemed to contain amazing elasticity, falling back defiantly like the mane of a ferocious beast.

His skin had a deep bronze color, with a faint golden glow, as if every inch of it was cast from divine gold.

Bei Chenzi used his divine sense to examine his disciple, his tone full of admiration:

"Not bad, not bad. In two years, you have not only opened up all the meridians in your body, but also tempered your physical body to the extreme of the Refining Spirit Realm."

Feng Zhi scratched his head and chuckled, "Hehe, that's because your medicine is so good, Master."

"But Master, can I leave the mountain now? I've been eating so much bland food these past two years, I crave meat!"

Upon hearing this, Bei Chenzi's tone turned serious:

"What's the rush? Although you've formed a physical body, your cultivation level is still at the peak of the Essence Refining stage."

"You need to match your cultivation level with your physical body within this year, otherwise your power will not have enough spiritual energy to drive it!"

"Stop dawdling! If you want to get out sooner, hurry up and start studying and cultivating the Emperor's Scripture!"

"Each time I am awakened, I expend a great deal of energy, and I am about to fall back into sleep."

At this point, Bei Chenzi paused, his tone becoming exceptionally serious:

"Remember, you must also practice the offensive techniques and footwork from the Imperial Scripture. But remember this."

"It's not about having many skills, but about mastering them! There's no difference between having many skills and having only one. But mastering one skill to the extreme is what makes it a divine skill!"

"Besides that, after you go out, go find that kid Shenfeng and ask him to fill you in on the common knowledge of the cultivation world."

"Otherwise, your inability to distinguish between these things would be a disgrace to the Holy Land."

"And this too."

A streak of light flew from Bei Chenzi's body to Feng Zhi's palm.

"This is a spatial ring. Before you open up your Purple Mansion and create your Purple Mansion space, you can only rely on it to store things."

"Inside are two marks left by me. They will automatically activate when you are in danger of losing your life, enough to annihilate any being below the level of a Great Sage."

"There's also a replica of an Imperial Weapon, and some supplies for cultivators. Use them as you see fit!"

Feng Zhi took the jet-black, dull iron ring, and felt a sinking sensation in his palm.

Bei Chenzi spoke at length, as if giving his last words. After all, being awakened in his current state, even without being unsealed, would still deplete his lifespan.

The smile on Feng Zhi's face gradually faded.

He clenched his fists and bowed deeply to the silent Emperor Yuan statue.

"Yes! This disciple will certainly live up to Master's expectations!"