Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

The outskirts of the mining area.

Inside the long-abandoned blind well cave, the place is dark, damp, and chilly, with only a wisp of subterranean fire barely escaping from the cracks in the rocks, providing a little warmth.

Lu Chen strode into the cave, his heavy iron boots making a dull thud as they stepped into the water.

He didn't choose to recklessly charge straight for the main camp. The immortal sects ahead were going to sacrifice five thousand people; such a annihilation formation couldn't be solved by brute force alone. He had to seize this last quarter of an hour before the battle to use the extreme yang energy of the earth fire to completely stabilize his newly broken-through physical body.

Only by reaching the peak of your power can you smash those arrogant cultivators to pieces.

He untied the 100,000-jin (approximately 50,000 kg) Primordial Ferocious Bone Stele from his back and placed it beside the rock wall. Even with the slightest movement, the ground still emitted a cracking sound as if it could no longer bear the weight.

A slight sway came from the wolfskin pouch on his chest.

After a bumpy ride, Anan finally woke up. The little girl burrowed into the thick fur, her small body sliding down half an inch.

The little hand instinctively reached up, wanting to find something to lean on and steady itself.

He grabbed Lu Chen's chin.

The little finger was gripping quite tightly, directly grabbing the newly grown dark stubble on Lu Chen's chin.

Lu Chen, who was originally full of fierceness, was so hurt by the sudden tug that he gasped in pain.

His large, rough hands quickly covered the little girl's fair hands, and he coaxed her gently in a deep voice.

"Girl, you're awake? Raise your hand and grab your collar so you don't fall."

A-Nan's little face peeked out from under the fur, her soft voice still carrying a hint of sleepiness.

"It's prickly..." the little girl complained in a childish voice, touching the stiff stubble.

The murderous intent that was about to burst forth completely vanished when he faced this little girl. The contrast was so stark that it was impossible to tell that this was the same ferocious god who had just crushed a Golden Core cultivator into a pulp.

"Alright, after this fight, I'll use those celestial immortals' broken flying swords to shave my beard." Lu Chen grinned widely.

A-Nan obediently let go and grabbed the coarse cloth at his collar.

Lu Chen sat cross-legged on the rock, rummaging through his tattered baggage for a moment.

With a "crack," he pulled out a broken piece of fire-type magic weapon. This was a trophy he had seized from the pile of Qingxiao Sword Sect corpses, and it still bore intricate immortal sect array patterns.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, they would definitely set up an array, light a furnace fire, and carefully extract the essence from it bit by bit.

But for Lu Chen, there weren't so many twists and turns.

He placed the broken piece of iron directly in his large palms.

He suddenly clasped his hands together!

The Supreme Blood Furnace roared deep within his chest, unleashing a terrifying death force of 100,000 jin, compressing it between his palms without reservation. A domineering pure Yang blood fire followed, spewing forth simultaneously.

The ear-piercing sound of metal twisting and turning echoed through the cave. A high-level magical artifact of the immortals was deformed by a pair of fleshy hands. The formation broke apart piece by piece under pure brute force, emitting crackling and popping sounds.

A ball of crimson fire-elemental primordial flame was forced out of the magic weapon under violent pressure.

The moment the illusory flame appeared, the surrounding air was instantly burned and distorted.

Lu Chen opened his mouth wide, his chest bulged, and he unleashed a fierce suction force.

He directly inhaled the scalding heat into his abdomen through his nasal cavity.

The shimmering fragment in his palm lost all its power and shattered into a handful of dull iron dust, which spilled onto the ground through his fingers.

The moment the false flame entered his stomach, it exploded inside Lu Chen's stomach!

Previously, in the dark alleys of the black market, he had violently refined a pile of top-grade water spirit stones in order to heal his injuries. A large amount of extremely cold water spirit energy was still lingering in his limbs and bones, and he had not had time to fully digest it.

Extreme cold meets extreme yang.

Two diametrically opposed and terrifying energies clashed fiercely, using his internal organs as the battlefield.

Lu Chen's dark skin would sometimes condense into pale frost, and sometimes emit pungent white smoke from the intense heat. With the alternation of hot and cold, fine beads of blood seeped from his pores, but before they could drip off, they were evaporated into blood mist by the high temperature.

A tearing pain shot through his bone marrow. Large swaths of muscle fibers were mercilessly ripped apart in the clash of ice and fire, only to be forcibly reconnected by the extreme life force. It felt like thunder was raging inside his body, his internal organs rumbling and groaning.

The veins on Lu Chen's forehead bulged out one by one, twisting and turning, and his temples throbbed.

He clenched his teeth so hard that blood seeped from his gums, but he didn't make a sound. He was afraid that the slightest noise would frighten the little girl who had just woken up in his arms.

Enduring this excruciating torture, Lu Chen's muscles were taut to the extreme, like a piece of raw iron being frantically forged on an anvil.

Just as the two energies were about to spiral out of control.

Deep within Lu Chen's blood, the thirteen dark golden ancient runes finally shone brightly!

The ancient reliefs of the twelve Primordial Battle Bodies on his back appeared. The phantoms of those ancient ancestors seemed to come alive, opening their mouths and frantically devouring the excess impurities produced by the collision of water and fire.

The energy of conflict and riot was completely tamed under the forceful crushing force of this ancient evil energy, transforming into the purest source, filling the black skeleton inch by inch.

The 1001st level of cultivation was completely perfected at this moment.

Lu Chen's dark gold tendons within his body had been reshaped, each one weighing over a thousand pounds and strong enough to break mountains. His physical foundation had reached its ultimate, final stage of power accumulation.

He exhaled a breath of stale air, still carrying sparks, and his entire being exuded a frightening sense of heaviness.

Just then, the century-old wooden pillars supporting the mine above the cave began to creak and groan as they broke under the strain.

"Click click click..."

The wood fibers snapped one by one, and gravel and soil fell down in a flurry. The force field emanating from the physical body alone was enough to make this space seem on the verge of collapse.

Lu Chen suddenly came to his senses and immediately suppressed the death pressure field that was uncontrollably emanating from his body, locking all his blood and qi under the black membrane.

The cracking sounds around them finally stopped.

Anan stayed quietly in the leather bag. She had been playing with the rag doll that Lu Chen had made for her, but suddenly stopped.

The little girl turned her face away, facing the main mining area.

Through the thick layer of blood-jade eye armor, her ancient true vision spiritual eyes were completely unimpeded by the rock wall, directly piercing through layers of illusion, and keenly sensing the enormous malice and malevolent aura of the enemy ahead.

"Lu Chen".

Ah Nan pointed outside, her soft voice carrying an unwavering certainty.

"The biggest villain is holding a black umbrella that bites. There are huge swathes of black light, and so many people are crying."

The blind little girl uses the most innocent words to describe the most sinister monster, making the contrast all the more terrifying.

This simple sentence directly pinpointed the location of the mastermind behind the massacre and the weapon used.

Lu Chen stood up, stretched out his thick fingers, and helped the little girl adjust the slightly misaligned blood jade eye robe to the most comfortable position.

"Good girl, cover your ears. I'm going to break that broken umbrella in half and use it as firewood."

Anan obediently raised her two chubby little hands and covered her ears tightly.

Lu Chen picked up the 100,000-jin Zhentian Desolate Bone Primordial Evil Stele again and strode to the entrance of the blind well.

Dark clouds filled the sky, and above the main mining site, a nauseatingly bright, blood-red light rose. Screams drifted on the cold wind, seeping into the very bones of those watching.

The fierce glint in his eyes could no longer be suppressed.

To hell with the rules of cultivation! Using human lives to refine medicinal residue, I'll smash the whole thing, furnace and all, to pieces today!

Lu Chen suddenly exerted force with both feet, shattering a large area of ​​rocks.

Shouldering a massive monument weighing 100,000 jin (approximately 50,000 kg), he left a trail of ferocious, dark red afterimages across the ruins of the mine tunnels. Abandoned minecarts and boulders blocking his path were smashed to pieces by his impact. He fearlessly charged straight into the demonic abyss ahead.

The blood-red light ahead churned violently in the thick fog, emitting a strong, pungent stench.

Right at the entrance to that man-eating main camp formation, the temperature in the air plummeted, and a chilling, bone-piercing sense of oppression exploded outwards.

The black umbrella that Anan had seen through was slowly opening in mid-air, blocking Lu Chen's path of attack.