Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

A pillar of blood shot straight into the sky!

The dark red, raging beam of light was extremely conspicuous in the vast wilderness, forcibly tearing apart the rigid and somber atmosphere that had existed on this land for thousands of years.

Dark caves, steep cliffs, and deep cracks in dried-up riverbeds are scattered throughout the wasteland.

Hundreds of murky eyes, faintly glowing with bloodshot light, suddenly opened in the darkness.

"This taste..."

"It tastes like ancestral blood!"

The barren people, who had long been oppressed and exiled to the desolate lands by the immortals, began to heave violently in their emaciated chests.

No commands are required.

Large numbers of barbarian tribesmen, barely clothed, tumbled and crawled out of the mud pits where they had been hiding, braving the deadly thunderstorms and gales outside.

They followed the pure, ancient aura that permeated their very bones, and ran frantically toward the underground cave.

The crowd surged into a frenzy.

Mud and water splashed wildly underfoot.

Li Laosi, holding the broken ancient spear upside down, strode out of the sand lizard's dark lair.

It was pouring rain outside.

Lightning struck from the sky, illuminating the area surrounding the dark cave.

The vast, dark mass of people, survivors of the desolate wilderness, knelt prostrate in the mud and water.

The crowds all over the mountains slammed their heads into the mud mixed with yellow sand, causing the ground to tremble violently.

A series of heavy footsteps came from behind Li Laosi.

Sixty Blood Disciples, who had passed through the Ancient Blood Spring, stepped out along the passageway.

Their flesh and skin grew roughly interlocked with the newly grown scales of the demonic beasts.

Half human, half slaughtering demon.

The young man, whose left arm was severed, swung his thick, demonic arm covered in yellowish-brown scales.

The terrifying strength contained within its arms is enough to tear an adult sand lizard in two with its bare hands.

The veteran, whose intestines were encased in dark red bone, stood up straight.

The menacing aura emanating from these men caused the raindrops outside to drift away to both sides.

The one-eyed old man was so moved that tears streamed down his face.

He suddenly knelt down on the ground, grabbed two handfuls of mud and stuffed them into his mouth, kissing the desolate land with almost frenzied passion.

The old man opened his slurred voice and howled:

"The Supreme Ancestral Flame has not been extinguished!"

"Thank God!"

"The ancestral fire still burns!"

Li Laosi stood shirtless in the raging wind and rain.

Rainwater washed down his iron-gray skin.

He suddenly turned his head, facing the extremely distant east.

The wild blood that had just surged within his body was throbbing wildly, resonating with the vast and powerful pure yang blood and energy from the distant East.

Li Laosi threw away the rough hemp rope in his hand.

His thick right arm was raised high.

He clenched his fist, as big as a clay pot, and aimed it at his chest.

"Thump!"

A deafening, muffled bang completely drowned out the thunder in the sky.

He paid tribute to the man who lit the fire in the darkness with this most primitive and primal ritual of the Yakuza.

Deep within the Dongxuan Seventh Mining Area. At the bottom of a thousand-foot-deep chasm.

Lu Chen gripped the black iron chain of the Primal Ferocious Stele of the Desolate Bone of Heaven with his other hand.

The price of 100,000 jin has skyrocketed to 110,000 jin!

The terrifying weight suddenly sank down, causing the muscles and fascia in the arm to crack and pop.

Lu Chen clenched his two rows of white teeth, and the stubble on his chin stood up.

He let out an extremely wild and unrestrained laugh.

He exerted force with both arms, causing the large veins on his waist and back to bulge.

"rise!"

The shouts echoed back and forth in the rift valley.

He forcefully pulled the 110,000-jin black stele out of the spring of ancient, heavy iron!

On the massive monument, next to the original thirteen ancient and desolate patterns, a fourteenth dark gold pattern is faintly visible.

As soon as he hoisted it onto his shoulder.

The extremely domineering "Extreme Abyss" force field spread outwards in layers.

The surrounding space subtly rippled with distortion.

The air became incredibly thick; if an ordinary person stood here, their alveoli would burst from the pressure.

A-Nan lay on Lu Chen's broad back.

The thick, dark wolfskin pouch wrapped her up tightly.

The blood-red jade eyelids around her eyes emitted a warm, white light.

The mutated, pure white spiritual eyes stared intently at the distant Zhongtian Prefecture through the thick strip of cloth.

"Lu Chen".

The little girl's childish voice carried a clear hint of wariness.

"There are so many thick golden hairs over there."

"What is it?" Lu Chen turned his head.

A-Nan stretched out her chubby little hand and made a couple of random gestures in the air.

"It's so thick, so thick, and it's covered in biting runes."

"Those golden strands of hair bound all the stones here, and even the mud on the ground was entangled."

Lu Chen's thick eyebrows furrowed tightly.

He knew the details of the Primordial True Vision Spirit Eye.

The golden hair the little girl mentioned was definitely the immortal chain used by the Nine Provinces Immortal Alliance of Zhongtianzhou to suppress the creation of the Great Wilderness's earth veins!

These self-proclaimed orthodox immortals are actually chaining up the lifeblood of the entire Dongxuan Prefecture and draining it dry.

"Once I'm free, I'll tear off all those chains that led to their origin and feed them to the dogs!" Lu Chen spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Let's go! Let's go up and take over the territory!"

Lu Chen carried the black monument and strode out of the rift valley.

On the main camp square of the mining area.

After drinking that pot of pure yang porridge, the thousands of rescued Xiatu survivors recovered most of their injuries.

They did not scatter and run away.

The leader, an old miner with a missing arm, led several hundred strong men, all waiting in front of the ruins.

Upon seeing Lu Chen appear carrying the giant monument, everyone immediately straightened their backs.

"Master Lu!" The one-armed old man strode forward. "We just killed a few of those Qingxiao Immortal Sect's patrol dogs who had slipped through the net!"

Lu Chen strode to a pile of supplies stacked high.

These are all rough iron ingots, picks, and scrap metal from immortal magic arrays that were unearthed from the Qingxiao Sword Sect's warehouse.

"Well done!" Lu Chen casually slammed the 110,000-jin black stele onto the ground.

The earthquake trembled.

His rough voice echoed throughout the hall:

"Rush every usable thing in this mine!"

"Rough iron, refined copper—anything hard—pile it all up at Yingkou!"

"If the magical artifacts of the immortals are no longer usable, dismantle them and use them to make bone spears! Use them to shave blades!"

Everyone immediately sprang into action.

The men carried heavy iron ingots weighing hundreds of kilograms, moving back and forth.

The elderly, weak, women, and children, who were quick and agile, were busy cleaning up the blood-stained dry food and medicinal herbs.

"Block those two checkpoints outside!" Lu Chen continued to command.

"Bury all those sharpened iron spikes upside down in the mud!"

"Tell those old folks and weaklings behind them to dig deeper and deeper into the abandoned mine shaft! The deeper the better, turn it into a maze! Don't you dare show yourselves without my permission!"

The one-armed old man gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Master Lu, are you suggesting we settle down here? This is right under the noses of the Immortal Sect!"

"What? You don't dare?" Lu Chen's eyebrows furrowed.

"It's not that I'm afraid!" the old man waved his one arm. "This old life was given to me by Master Lu, so it's worth risking it all! But if those Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators in the sky really come to kill us, can we peasants hold them off?"

Lu Chen let out a sinister laugh, his large black boots crunching on the ground.

"What are immortals anyway!"

"Back then, they were nothing but a bunch of useless fools who only knew how to manipulate true essence. They stole our fortune while the Great Wilderness Ancestors were fighting to the death in the void!"

"Now, I'm going to take this opportunity back!"

He slammed his large, broad hand heavily onto the black monument.

"As long as this thing stands here, even the Heavenly King himself would have to step over my dead body before he could touch a hair on your head!"

For the first time in hundreds of years, someone told them that even the most destitute and disabled people could live with their heads held high!

Everyone's eyes were red.

"I'll listen to Master Lu!"

"Damn those immortals!"

The crowd erupted in roars, their strength in moving stones and iron bars growing increasingly ferocious.

The night was as dark as ink.

Entrance to the seventh mining area.

The stone archway that originally bore the plaque of the Qingxiao Sword Sect branch had long been kicked to dust by Lu Chen.

The broken and trampled banners of the Immortal Sect lay scattered haphazardly on the ground.

Lu Chen carried the Primordial Bone Stele of the Heaven-Suppressing Desolate Bone and walked heavily to the center of the gate.

He raised his right arm high.

The immense weight of 110,000 jin (approximately 65,000 kg) carried terrifying kinetic energy.

"Get in there, you son of a bitch!"

A furious roar!

He used both hands to forcefully plunge the huge black monument straight down!

"Boom!"

The earth cracked open completely.

The violent shockwave swept up dirt and debris, blasting wildly in all directions.

The ominous monument was buried three zhang deep underground, standing as stable as Mount Tai at the entrance of the mining area!

Within a radius of ten zhang, the Extreme Dao Abyss Force Field completely covers the area.

Any immortal sword that attempts to fly over this area will instantly lose control of its spiritual energy and fall directly into scrap metal!

Lu Chen stepped on the tattered flag of the Qingxiao Sword Sect, embroidered with white cranes and cloud patterns.

He placed his hands on the surface of the monument.

He stood ramrod straight.

He raised his head, facing the vast eastern night sky, and gathered all the pure yang energy in his chest.

The harsh, savage sound shattered the remaining clouds hundreds of feet above the ground.

"Go back and tell your high-ranking immortals!"

"From today onwards, this seventh mining area has changed hands!"

"If anyone feels embarrassed and is too sorry for this piece of junk, feel free to come and tear down my tombstone!"

"I'll take on all the immense karma of this Great Wilderness all by myself!"

"Let's see if you hypocritical old dogs are tough enough!"

A declaration of war that is arrogant to the extreme!

His domineering aura pierced through the night and even reached the ears of various cultivation families hundreds of miles away.

Those rogue cultivators, barely clinging to life, cowered under the bed, trembling with fear.

The Eastern Xuan Prefecture has undergone a complete transformation!

At the same time.

The extremely remote and desolate western wilderness.

The top of Li Laosi's camp.

The thick thunderclouds were forcibly torn apart by an incomparably violent celestial power.

A massive spirit boat, two hundred feet long, was entirely pieced together from the bones of an unknown demonic beast.

At the bottom of the spirit boat, three enormous, deathly white mirrors suddenly lit up.

A beam of light as thick as a water bucket pierced through the torrential rain and locked onto the newly assembled Extreme Camp on the ground!

"These wicked demons of the lower realms have instigated chaos and should be punished!"

The imperial edict, high above, echoed in the clouds, carrying a murderous intent to annihilate everything.

And on this side...

Above the clouds of Dongxuan Prefecture.

The sky was burned to a dark red by an extremely domineering temperature.

The void emitted a series of crisp sounds, like a mirror shattering.

The direction of the Qingxiao Sword Sect's headquarters.

A Nascent Soul stage law enforcement elder, dressed in a blue Taoist robe and with a full head of white hair, forcefully shattered the spatial barrier.

A blazing, earth-shattering azure flame, over a hundred feet in diameter, spun wildly behind him.

The extreme heat caused the air to crackle and pop.

The direction locked by the true fire was directly aimed at the towering black monument at the entrance of the seventh mining area!

"How dare you, you brat!"

Two devastating crises, one from the north and one from the south, are pressing in on the celestial realm simultaneously!

Lu Chen stood in front of the giant monument and reached out to tear off the tattered strip of cloth tied to the large tendon.

His mouth was wide open, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"The one who brings good fortune has arrived."