Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Lu Chen carried the 100,000-jin [Suppressing Heaven Desolate Bone Primordial Ferocious Stele], his heavy iron boots wading through the red and black stinking mud that reached above his ankles.

His broad shoulders had just emerged from the edge of the Great Wilderness Poison Swamp when the thick, gray poisonous fog in front of him was instantly cleaved open by an extremely sharp sword aura.

The crisscrossing sword light was almost tangible, shredding all the centuries-old, withered trees around them into wood chips scattered all over the ground.

This is a major sect of the immortal cultivation world truly enraged.

Three hundred Foundation Establishment stage sword cultivators, clad in blue Daoist robes, were arrayed in layers in the air and on the ground. Each of them stood on their own natal flying sword, their true essence flowing and forming an iron wall.

Above these three hundred elite sword cultivators, five Golden Core stage array cultivators dressed in purple robes stood suspended in mid-air.

This is the Qingxiao Sword Sect's officially established Iron Wall Interception Formation. By setting up such an inescapable net, it's clear that they're leaving this lowly peasant no room to breathe.

The leading Golden Core cultivator looked down from his high position, his face exuding a cold and stern aura.

Without uttering a single word of surrender offer, the man snorted coldly and suddenly raised his withered arm upwards.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Three main battle flags, gleaming with a purple-gold luster, leaped into the air and soared into the clouds in three directions.

Immediately afterwards, the three hundred Foundation Establishment sword cultivators below roared in unison, their true essence in their dantian resonating wildly at the same frequency. The immense spiritual energy even shattered the rain in mid-air into white mist.

"The Thousand-Pound Suppressing Formation, activate!"

The Golden Core Formation cultivator's incantations descended heavily.

The moment the grand formation was activated, all the spiritual energy within a radius of several hundred feet was drained. Sixteen dark blue true essence chains materialized out of thin air. Each of these chains was as thick as an adult's thigh, and its surface was covered with extremely complex suppressing runes.

Sixteen chains, accompanied by a deafening roar of wind and thunder, plummeted down from all directions.

"Clang!"

Chains tightly bound Lu Chen's thick arms, waist, and thighs. Even the black, malevolent monument on his back, radiating ancient killing intent, was bound securely.

The moment the chains touched his body, the extremely cold true energy began to desperately drill into the dark membrane.

The leading Golden Core cultivator elder bit his fingertip, flicking a drop of his heart's blood onto the array plate. His hands flew, forming hand seals that created afterimages.

"Suppress me!"

The immense pressure of heaven and earth within the formation instantly increased fivefold after that shout!

This oppressive force was entirely aimed at the extreme qi and blood within Lu Chen's body; it was pure and cruel. Tens of thousands of pounds of weight slammed down on his head without reservation.

The muddy ground beneath Lu Chen's feet, which had been submerged in poisonous water for years, could not withstand such torment and emitted an extremely mournful wail.

A muffled "boom" was heard.

The ground within a radius of ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) sank three chi (approximately 1.5 meters) into the ground. Large swaths of mud were compressed into hard mudstone, and the moisture evaporated instantly.

These cultivators had a perfectly clear plan: no matter what kind of ancient flesh and blood you have, under the immense pressure of this great array of heaven and earth, they would forcefully break your knees, making you kneel before the immortals and face death.

Lu Chen was tied in the center of the deep pit, his legs slightly apart, and he assumed a stable horse stance.

The pressure continues to intensify.

The massive, black skeleton weighing 100,000 jin (approximately 50,000 kg) inside his body emitted a series of terrifying cracking sounds, like popping beans, under this terrifying force. Every vertebra was being stretched beyond its limits.

However, those big feet, firmly planted in the bloody mud, did not bend an inch!

Even though the surrounding air was distorted and rippling due to the immense pressure, this body remained like a stabilizing pillar nailed deep into the earth's core.

Lu Chen grinned, revealing a mouthful of gleaming white teeth, and sneered directly in front of all the Celestial Masters.

The small, supreme blood furnace within his chest went completely berserk. Pure yang qi and blood pumped wildly along his major arteries, emitting a terrifying roar like raging waves crashing against the shore. The sound even drowned out the sword cries in mid-air.

Beneath the dark skin, thick tendons, as thick as a child's arm, bulged out, like black dragons coiled within the muscles.

The veins on Lu Chen's neck were all taut. He stubbornly withstood the overwhelming pressure of heaven and earth that threatened to crush him into mincemeat, straightening his broad spine bit by bit with unparalleled dominance!

The laws of the immortals cannot break the unyielding spirit of the remnants of the Great Wilderness.

As the great formation was about to close, the runes on the sixteen chains began to contract and tighten inward.

At this critical moment.

A-Nan, who was wrapped in the thick wolf skin tied to Lu Chen's chest, suddenly stirred.

The little girl's delicate fingers, slightly dusty, peeked out from the gap in the wolf skin and tugged hard at Lu Chen's rough clothes, which were stained with dried blood.

Her delicate face tilted upwards. The blood-jade eye-covering garment, mixed with the finest cold jade powder, was now faintly emitting a translucent, luminous white light.

These mutated, pure white spiritual eyes finally made their debut in this life-or-death battle.

The spiritual energy outside was turbid and chaotic due to the violent formation, but it became clear and orderly in Anan's ancient spiritual eyes.

The little girl stretched out her hand and pointed directly to the seemingly empty sky in the southeast and due north corners.

"Lu Chen." A-Nan's voice was extremely soft, but without any hesitation, "Over there, there are two of the most glaring dark currents of true energy, tied in a dead knot."

Lu Chen had no doubt about the little blind girl's judgment and believed it without even thinking.

Since the key point of the formation is deadlocked, let's just smash it to pieces!

The muscles on Lu Chen's right arm bulged and swelled, and the dark skin shimmered with a dark red glow due to the extreme exertion.

The large, thick hand gripped the century-old black iron chain wrapped tightly around the arm.

With a sudden twist of the waist, the breath sinks to the dantian, and the upper arm exerts force.

"Splash!"

With a sharp flick of his wrist, the iron chains rubbed together violently, producing a piercing clang that made his entire body's muscles and bones creak.

The Primordial Ferocious Stele of the Desolate Bone that he carried on his shoulder, weighing a full 100,000 jin, was forcefully swung in a large circle by him with one hand!

The terrifying force directly tore apart the surrounding viscous array pressure.

The black monument transformed into a meteorite that pierced the sky, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom that tore through the turbid air, heading straight towards the void in the southeast corner.

The fierce monument violently struck the invisible core of the formation.

"Snap!"

A sickeningly loud shattering sound erupted in mid-air. The array's core, hidden in the void, was instantly destroyed by the pure, extreme death force.

The purple-gold main battle flag, suspended in the southeast, had no chance to resist and was instantly shattered, turning into a sky full of dazzling yet deadly purple-gold dust.

Seven or eight of the sixteen dark blue chains snapped instantly.

Lu Chen swayed his shoulders, bracing himself against the heavy, ominous monument that had swung back. He raised his head, his calloused fingers pointing at the high-ranking cultivators in front of him, and burst into laughter.

"With such a huge turtle shell, I thought you immortals were something special!"

The wild voice, mixed with the roar of the blood furnace, shook the surrounding leaves to the ground.

"In our Xiatu mine, this kind of cheap stuff that can be smashed with a single blow can be bought for two pounds for a single copper coin, with a guaranteed learning curve! You think you can challenge me with such methods?!"

The extremely vulgar and crude colloquial language directly brought the satire of class antagonism to its extreme.

As the array's core collapsed, the power of the Thousand-Pound Suppressing Yuan Array instantly reversed.

The resulting severe backlash transformed into an invisible, devastating blow. The sixty Foundation Establishment cultivators responsible for guarding the southeast corner immediately felt their internal organs shift.

"puff!"

All sixty people simultaneously coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The fatal flaw of cultivators—focusing only on cultivating spiritual energy and neglecting physical training—was laid bare at this moment. These sword cultivators, who had been so arrogant just moments before, were now limp and lifeless on the cold, damp ground, unable to even lift a finger, let alone form hand seals.

Lu Chen didn't give these people a chance to regroup.

He strode forward, his iron boots crushing the remaining magical light of the array as he stepped directly out of the already riddled pressure zone.

Shrinking the earth to an inch, his figure resembled a wild, ancient bear charging forward.

His right arm stretched forward, his five fingers spread out like an eagle's claw, the knuckles turning a terrifying dark red from the blood pooling around them.

Lu Chen went straight for the throat of the nearest Golden Core cultivator, and the intense close-quarters combat officially began.

The Golden Core cultivator who had just been in control of the situation now wore an expression of utter terror. As the large, blood-stained hand grew larger in his vision, he completely panicked.

Life or death hangs in the balance.

The Golden Core cultivator completely disregarded the demeanor of a senior expert, opened his mouth without hesitation, and bit his tongue hard.

"puff!"

A large mouthful of the purest essence of his heart gushed out, directly sprinkling onto a storage artifact at his waist.

He didn't even have time to form hand seals before forcibly summoning his natal magic weapon, the "Mysterious Turtle Sea-Suppressing Shield," which he had nurtured in his dantian for a full hundred years.

The palm-sized shield swelled in the wind, frantically absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy under the impetus of the blood-red light, instantly weaving a three-foot-thick layer of deep green spiritual light turtle armor in front of it, with flowing water-like patterns.