Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

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Inside the Great Desolate Land of the Western Wilderness, in the Giant Stone Temple.

With a loud shout from Li Laosi, the sixty men pressed their shoulders together and gripped the gap at the bottom of the black gold stone platform with their hands.

Sixty ultimate blood furnaces exerted their power simultaneously, and the pure physical brute force converged into an extremely terrifying thrust at this moment.

"Boom!"

The tens of thousands of kilograms of black gold stone platform that had sunk into the sea was overturned!

The huge boulder crashed heavily onto the broken walls and ruins behind it, raising a cloud of dust and causing the ground to shake three times.

Everyone was panting heavily, their large muscles flushed an unnatural red from exerting extreme force.

The dust slowly settled.

Directly beneath the main altar of the temple, a square, sealed, hard basalt pit was exposed.

There are no magical treasures at the bottom of the pit.

There was only a square, dark red stone carving.

At the very core of the stone carving are four bold and domineering ancient blood characters: "绝地连源" (Juedi Lianyuan).

The one-eyed old man went completely mad when he saw the stone carving.

He scrambled to the edge of the pit, his withered hands gripping the edge of the basalt rock tightly. He was so excited that his lips trembled and he could barely speak.

"Landmark! This is a landmark!" the old man howled in his hoarse voice, his words echoing through the empty temple. "The only physical landmark left behind by the last Great Wilderness Lord!"

Li Laosi walked forward carrying the ancient broken spear and looked down at the stone carving.

"What exactly is this thing pointing to?"

"Zhongtianzhou!" The old man stretched out his withered finger, pointing desperately eastward, "pointing to the 'Ten Thousand Year Blood Tomb' millions of feet underground in Zhongtianzhou! That's where our ancestors finally rested, and it's also the greatest secret treasure of our Extreme Path!"

Li Laosi didn't waste any words.

He strode into the basalt pit.

That right hand, calloused and the one that had just shattered the skull of a second-tier demon beast, pressed down firmly on the very center of the dark red stone carving without any hesitation.

"boom!"

The supreme blood furnace inside his chest instantly went berserk.

The intense heat within Li Laosi's body surged wildly through his thick arms, pouring into the stone carving that had been dormant for tens of thousands of years.

The stone carving emitted an extremely piercing buzzing vibration.

The dark red patina on the surface was cracking inch by inch.

Immediately afterwards, the stone carving transformed into twelve scarlet, solid blood vessels.

These twelve blood streaks were extremely brutal, piercing through the thick skin of Li Laosi's palm and forcibly drilling into his flesh through the large pores.

A sharp, excruciating pain, like flesh being torn apart, came over me.

Veins bulged on Li Laosi's forehead, and large drops of sweat fell to the ground.

He gritted his teeth, stared intently, and didn't utter a single word.

Blood vessels intertwined and tangled in the palm of the hand.

In the end, it turned into a blood-red spearhead that could never be washed away!

The spearhead pointed straight east.

All the sky-covering locking arrays and spatial isolations set up by the Nine Provinces Immortal Path became useless at this moment.

A coordinate system, purely constructed from essence and blood, was fully activated.

Li Laosi raised his right hand, staring intently at the blood-red spearhead in his palm.

His aura completely changed.

Previously, he was just a butcher cutting meat in a muddy alley, a mining slave trampled underfoot by the immortal sects, carrying an inescapable rudeness.

Now, that timidity and vulgarity have been completely crushed by this totem.

A terrifying aura of iron-blooded generalness burst forth from his weathered body.

That's the kind of spirit only a true commander of the Great Wilderness could possess.

"Brothers!" Li Laosi turned around and raised the ancient broken spear stained with beast blood high.

"We haven't suffered enough in this western wilderness!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with dust, his voice loud and deafening.

"Pack your gear! I'm taking you deep into the 'Great Plains of Beasts'!"

He wanted to lead his troops to those cruel, deadly places that even powerful immortals were unwilling to set foot in, to kill the fiercest monsters, to drink the hottest blood, and to develop in the most unreasonable way.

Sixty Blood Disciples raised their bone knives in unison, their roars shaking the heavens.

Before leaving.

Li Laosi walked up to the one-eyed old man.

"Old man, I'll spare your life today." Li Laosi poked the stone slab on the ground with the butt of his spear. "Do me a favor. Pass on a message to the remaining survivors in this western wilderness."

He looked down at the old man, his face taut with tension.

"Tell them that if they want to continue living like rotten dogs in the mud, they should hide in their dens and wait to die."

"If your bones haven't completely softened yet, follow the trail of blood I left behind to find the true spark of revolution!"

After saying that, Li Laosi turned around and strode out of the temple ruins.

Sixty Bloodthirsty followers followed closely behind him, their backs ramrod straight, their steps perfectly synchronized, crushing the rubble on the ground.

The one-eyed old man lay prone in the ruins.

He watched the group of people walk away, tears streaming down his face, washing away the sores on his skin.

The old man struggled to his feet and straightened his knees.

He crossed his arms over his chest, facing the team that represented the orthodox flame of Yakuza.

They once again performed the extremely solemn ancient military salute.

The wind rose, and the yellow sand buried the bloodstains outside the temple, but it could not bury the resurgent malevolent aura.

The scene seamlessly transitions back.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away, on the edge of Dongxuan Prefecture.

The outermost edge of the Great Wilderness Poisonous Forest.

It was still dark, and you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Lu Chen had just tied a tight knot in the pile of scrap metal he had taken from the immortals and fastened it around his waist.

He found a relatively dry, flat boulder, untied the girl from his chest, and let her sit on the boulder to rest for a while.

He sat down to rest, shirtless.

Sudden.

"Thump!"

A muffled roar suddenly exploded behind Lu Chen.

That wasn't thunder.

That was the 100,000-jin [Suppressing Heaven Desolate Bone Primordial Ferocious Stele] that Lu Chen had casually tossed aside, emitting a loud sound like the beating of an ancient heart!

The sound pierced through the air, causing the surrounding poisonous fog to instantly create a huge cavity.

On the surface of the ominous monument, the twelve originally dim ancient wilderness battle body reliefs suddenly burst into a dazzling blood light without warning.

The blood-red light condensed into a scarlet halo in mid-air, pointing straight towards the distant far west.

Lu Chen suddenly raised his head.

He stood up directly from the ground and strode to the black monument.

A rough, large hand opened and pressed firmly onto the scorching hot surface of the monument.

The moment he touched her, Lu Chen's heart clenched painfully.

He clearly sensed a powerful bloodline bond that transcended the spatial barriers of hundreds of thousands of miles, flowing through the black stele to his palm.

That's blood from the same source.

It was that drop of extreme desolate blood fire seed that he separated from the cave outside Xuanni City!

The two most orthodox supreme flames, one in the east and one in the west.

In this desolate night, across the ends of the earth, the purest blood boiling and heartbeat synchronized.

This convergence of forces has thoroughly solidified the foundation of the Body Cultivation lineage's ability to conquer immortals!

A fierce fire ignited in Lu Chen's eyes.

A-Nan's blood-jade eye-covering robe glowed slightly, and she also sensed that same heat wave.

"I can hear the heartbeats of so many people, so loud and so hot," A-Nan whispered, stretching out her little hand.

Lu Chen strode to the boulder.

He raised his large, thick hand, powerful enough to tear apart a second-tier demon beast, and gently touched A-Nan's fair cheek.

"Those are our kind."

Lu Chen grinned widely, his voice deep and thunderous: "Girl, it'll be soon."

"There are more than just the two of us in this world who are tough as nails. The fire of our ultimate path is about to ignite."

The dawn broke through the thick miasma.

Its daybreak.

Lu Chen did not hesitate for a moment.

He grabbed the thick wolf pelt and wrapped it tightly around A-Nan's chest and abdomen.

Tie a knot with the bowstring of the demon python.

He gripped the century-old black iron chain tightly with both hands and pulled hard.

The massive monument, weighing 100,000 jin (approximately 50,000 kg), was lifted off the ground with a thud and steadily rested on his broad right shoulder.

He strode forward, his boots crushing the deadwood blocking his path.

They stepped directly out of this spiritually impenetrable buffer zone.

And in the front.

The Dongxuan branch had long ago laid a trap.

Led by a Golden Core cultivator, they carried a powerful artifact from the Immortal Sect.

A more cruel and vicious net of annihilation is waiting for this peasant carrying the monument to stumble into it!