Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

A fierce wind whipped up yellow sand and raged outside the cave, while thunderstorms lashed the ground. Dozens of wounded men gritted their teeth and together pushed a massive basalt boulder weighing over ten thousand pounds, forcefully wedging it at the entrance to the sand lizard's nest.

The wind, rain, thunder, and lightning outside were completely kept out.

Following the terrain, they crawled into the dark cave, which was extremely spacious inside, exuding the dryness unique to the western wilderness. The one-eyed old man pulled a tinderbox from the seam of his belt and started a campfire in a corner. The bright red flames leaped up, quickly dispelling the surrounding chill and illuminating the group of wild men who had just crawled back from the brink of death.

Li Laosi dragged over several enormous sand lizard carcasses. He stepped on the head of the largest sand lizard, tore open the flesh with his fingers, and forcefully pried out a bright green inner core.

This thing was covered in blood vessels, and it thrashed about in my hand, emanating a deadly, violent, and demonic aura.

Li Laosi raised the ancient broken spear in his hand and pierced straight through the demon core. The primordial death energy remaining on the broken spear spewed out from the spear tip, forcibly suppressing and stripping away the raging demonic energy. With a few hissing sounds, the emerald green poison barrier was completely removed. Only drops of extremely pure and gentle blood essence flowed down the spear tip.

Large chunks of freshly cut animal meat were roasting over the campfire nearby, sizzling and dripping with oil.

High-end ingredients often require only the simplest cooking methods.

With a flick of his wrist, Li Laosi dripped all the essence of blood and flesh extracted from the demon core onto the roasted meat.

"For those with minor injuries, give each of them a big mouthful to quickly restore their energy!"

The men showed no restraint, grabbing the scalding hot meat and stuffing it directly into their mouths. Their vital energy flowed down their esophagus, repairing their depleted reserves, and their newly grown iron skin once again gleamed with a glossy metallic sheen.

Li Laosi casually tossed aside the remaining remnants of the demon core and hoisted the ancient broken spear that had been buzzing all along. The broken spear was always pointing deeper into the ground, its intention to lead the way was extremely clear. He strode down the narrow tunnel, with the other dozens of blood disciples following behind, gripping bone knives.

The further down you go, the higher the temperature rises instead of falling, and a strange heat wave hits you.

Upon reaching the lower level, an enormous, dark red stone wall blocked their way. The wall was densely covered with forbidden talismans of the immortals; although most of the gold paint had peeled away, its oppressive aura, lofty and overwhelming, remained undiminished.

In the very center of the stone wall, half of the remains of a celestial flying sword is stuck firmly in the ground.

Around the sword, clusters of pure white, millennia-old immortal lightning flames slowly moved, emanating an extremely deadly aura of destruction. The entire restriction on the stone wall was held up by these lightning flames.

The one-eyed old man leaned forward and saw the appearance of the broken sword. His two old legs trembled on the spot, and his voice changed.

"It's the Severing Source and Cutting Vein Sword laid down by the False Immortal of Nine Heavens back then!"

During the great war between the immortals and the wilderness, the celestial sects, in order to sever the foundation of body cultivators in the wilderness, planted these vicious objects at various earth vein nodes, locking them for tens of thousands of years, in order to completely sever the ancestral roots of body cultivators.

"What kind of class do you have, daring to block the path of us Great Wilderness people!" Old Li Si didn't tolerate the immortal relics at all. He stomped heavily on the ground with both feet, his black iron boots crushing the floor tiles, his strong body leaving a trail of afterimages as he charged straight at the stone wall alone.

Sensing the pure yang blood energy of the body cultivator, the Ten Thousand Year Immortal Dao Thunderfire instantly erupted, transforming into two pure white fire snakes that burned up along the ancient broken spear.

Li Laosi gripped the spear handle tightly with both hands, showing no intention of loosening his grip.

The lightning and fire were incredibly powerful, instantly burning through his newly grown iron-gray skin. A pungent, acrid smell filled the air. His hands were burned down to the bone at a visible speed, with large chunks of flesh carbonized into black ash.

Li Laosi gritted his teeth and remained silent, his legs firmly planted on the ground, fighting to the death.

"Stop standing there! Form ranks!" the strong man with the broken leg roared.

Sixty men, including those severely disabled and on the verge of death, were all struggling to move their crippled bodies on the ground. The crippled leaned against the stone wall, while those with missing arms used their shoulders to support the people in front of them.

Dozens of burly men, their flesh and blood mangled, managed to form a fragmented [Primordial Wilderness Formation] within this small space.

The overwhelming resentment of the people of the Great Wilderness, oppressed for tens of thousands of years, exploded completely at this moment. Dark red blood patterns shone brightly on everyone's chests, and all the extreme power of death was poured into the ancient broken spear in Li Laosi's hand through the array's core, recklessly.

Pure white lightning spread outwards along the spear, engulfing the dozen or so bloodthirsty warriors in front. Large patches of flesh were quickly charred and carbonized.

This group of roughnecks from the wilderness not only didn't retreat, but instead pushed the last ounce of strength within them to its limit. Their eyes were bloodshot, and with the last bit of power in their bodies, they pressed their bodies forward in unison. Dozens of hands and severed limbs landed heavily on the long spear.

Li Laosi raised his rough face, reddened by the firelight, and forced out a deafening roar from deep in his throat.

"Using the primordial evil of the Great Wilderness for ten thousand years to clash head-on with the immortal sect's fire for ten thousand years! Shatter for me!"

The terrifying death force of all the Asuras combined crashed into the center of the stone wall along the broken spear.

"Snap!"

A piercing cracking sound exploded at the bottom of the dark cave.

That once invincible sword that severed the source and cut off the pulse, along with the array eyes around it that were engraved with runes, was instantly crushed by the violent death force and completely shattered into dust.

The celestial thunder and fire lost their foundation and collapsed on the spot.

A terrifyingly large crack appeared in the stone wall. The rich life force that had been suppressed for tens of thousands of years could no longer be contained. A stream of extremely viscous, dark red ancient blood spirit water, mixed with violent energy, surged out along the crack.

Li Laosi turned his head and looked at the severely wounded soldiers scattered on the ground, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

He strode over to the sand lizard's corpse and kicked it, breaking its spine. His rough hands rummaged through the flesh and blood, pulling out several thick, tough tendons from the beast, along with large chunks of scaled bone fragments.

"Those who won't die, get out of here!"

Li Laosi returned, lifting the young bloodthirsty disciple with his severed left arm in one hand and grabbing the remains of a demonic beast in the other, roughly throwing them both into the boiling ancient blood spring. Next came the burly man with the broken leg and the old soldier with his stomach ripped open. He threw them all in.

When the Primordial Blood Spirit Spring water touched the Extreme Desolate Blood within the bodies of these wounded soldiers, it immediately caused an extremely tragic reaction.

The extreme, desolate blood became a greedy Gu worm. The violent vitality in the spring water forcibly melted the sand lizard's tendons and flesh into a dark red gelatinous substance.

The gelatinous substance was forcibly pulled over by the desolate blood and slapped onto the wounded soldiers' severed limbs in an extremely brutal and hardcore aesthetic of flesh repair.

The bones rubbed together violently, producing a chilling sound of flesh and bone being crushed.

The repair methods of the Great Wilderness Extreme Path don't care about gentleness and health preservation; they only emphasize violent splicing. The tendons of strange beasts are forcibly sewn into the broken meridians of the human body, and the fragments of sand lizard bones are directly used to fill the gaps in the leg bones.

The young Bloodthirsty Disciple writhed in agony in the fountain of blood. From the severed point of his left shoulder, accompanied by a teeth-grinding tearing sound, a brand new arm was forced out. This arm had no human skin, but was covered with the earthy yellow scales unique to demonic beasts. The dark red, mutated flesh and bone emitted an extremely fierce, metallic gleam in the firelight.

The strong man with the broken leg also grew a leg twice as thick as before, resembling a half-demon. The old soldier whose abdomen was ripped open had his intestines completely wrapped in a layer of dark red bony shell, stitched up tightly.

This group of severely crippled soldiers, in their unbearable suffering, transformed into true killing demons.

The purest primordial blood essence exploded at the bottom of the Blood Spring.

A dark red beam of light, as thick as a person's embrace, exploded with a deafening roar. This violent energy was completely unreasonable, directly blasting through a hundred-foot-thick layer of rock beneath the ground. The beam of light fiercely pierced the night sky overhead, tearing a huge hole in the dark clouds that filled the desolate western wilderness.

The Dongxuan Seventh Iron Mine Area, hundreds of thousands of miles away.

Lu Chen, who had just stepped out of the underground rift valley carrying the black stele, stopped in his tracks. He raised his head, his thick eyebrows fixed on the dark red spectacle on the western horizon. The 100,000-jin Primordial Ferocious Bone Stele on his back was resonating deafeningly, its ancient, desolate patterns shining blindingly.

Lu Chen grinned so wide it reached his ears, revealing his gleaming white teeth. He suddenly tightened the black iron chain on his arm.

"This commotion... Fourth Brother and his gang are really going big." Lu Chen tucked the sleeping little girl into the wolfskin pouch on his chest, his rough voice booming across the desolate land. "Now that the fire's started over there, it's time we got down to business! Let's go, go and wreck the ancestral hall of the Azure Sky Sword Sect!"