Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

The sky above Dongxuan Prefecture changed color completely.

The dark clouds were scorched to a brilliant red, dominating the entire sky. High above, an old Taoist priest with a full head of white hair strode through the air. Behind this old man hung a ball of Azure Heaven True Fire with a diameter of over a hundred feet.

The true fire spun wildly in the sky, causing the surrounding void to crackle repeatedly. The Nascent Soul stage elder stood high above, looking down at the densely packed crowd in the Seventh Mining Area.

The old Taoist priest waved his sleeve, and a rebuke with ethereal sound exploded above the mining area.

"You lowly, despicable creature! How dare you defy Heaven!"

The sound, mixed with the vibrations of high-level true essence, caused the eardrums of many miners below to rupture, and blood flowed down their cheeks.

"A bunch of worthless trash scavenging for food in the mud, yet you dare to defy the immortal sect's destiny! Who gave you the audacity to dismantle my Azure Sky Sword Sect's camp?" The Grand Elder's face was ashen, not even deigning to glance at the mortals below. "Keeping you ants around to mine resources is to accumulate good karma for you!"

The old man's temper flared, and he pointed downwards repeatedly.

"You bunch of useless trash, you don't even deserve to be thrown into the furnace and refined into medicinal dregs! Today, I will extract the souls and skin the 100,000 survivors of this mining area! Hang them on the cliff of Broken Immortal Mountain as sky lanterns, and let them burn for forty-nine years, so that this Great Wilderness can see the fate of those who defy immortals!"

With his roar, the hundred-zhang-wide Azure Sky True Fire pressed down fiercely.

An extremely terrifyingly high temperature and pressure crashed down directly onto the mining area plaza. The air was distorted by the heat, the surface water evaporated instantly, and the black iron ore surface gleamed with a bright red rust.

Thousands of people from the lower realms, who lacked spiritual roots and were unable to cultivate, were directly exposed to this intense heat.

The human body simply cannot withstand such torment. Large patches of skin on many miners shrank and dried out instantly, their flesh began to crack inch by inch, and the blood that seeped out was burned into scabs before it even hit the ground.

The old man with the missing arm stood at the front of the crowd, his only remaining hand gripping a pickaxe tightly.

The high temperature curled his sparse hair and sizzled his skin. The old man stubbornly clenched his back teeth, his throat emitting heavy, animalistic breathing.

No one backed down.

Thousands of men, women, and children, who had just finished drinking the Pure Yang Spirit Porridge and were barely catching their breath, all stood upright. Those behind them used their shoulders to brace against the backs of those in front, forming a solid wall of flesh in front of the camp. These remnants of the lower realm, who had been trampled upon by the immortals their entire lives, refused to yield an inch this time.

Lu Chen stood in front of the old man with the missing arm.

The 110,000-jin (approximately 65,000 kg) Primordial Ferocious Stele of the Heaven-Suppressing Desolate Bone pressed firmly against his right shoulder. Beneath the dark black skin, thick, dark gold veins throbbed wildly.

He ignored the old bastard's clamor in the sky. With his left hand, he opened the wolfskin pouch on his chest and checked what was inside.

Little A-Nan had just had the medicine applied, and enveloped in pure yang energy and thick fur, she slept soundly, clutching the half-eaten wheat cake tightly in her little hand.

Lu Chen moved gently, tucking the corners of the wolfskin pouch in even further, wrapping the little girl up tightly so that not a single ray of heat from outside could penetrate.

After doing all that, he raised his head again.

The veins on Lu Chen's neck bulged, and he opened his mouth wide, spitting out a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva at the pretentious Nascent Soul Elder in the sky.

Saliva droplets evaporate instantly in high temperatures, and purely crude actions cause extremely high damage.

"Hey! Old Deng in the sky!"

Lu Chen grinned so wide his mouth reached his ears, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth. His rough, savage voice, amplified by the power of his extreme qi and blood, forcefully shattered the oppressive aura of the true fire, soaring straight into the sky.

"Showing off these few lousy fires instead of sleeping at night, you must be sweating buckets, Immortal Master!"

The old Taoist priest in the sky suddenly froze.

Lu Chen patted the black stele on his shoulder with his backhand, and the stele made a dull thud.

"Who are you trying to scare with that loud howling! Let me ask you, is your true energy even reliable? Those few so-called peak Foundation Establishment stage trash couldn't even withstand one kick from me, they were all smashed to pieces."

The big black boots pounded hard on the ground, turning the bluestone tiles into powder.

"You've enjoyed being high and mighty for so many years, today I'll drag you down and let your immortal bones taste the bitterness of the desolate mud!"

The Grand Elder had never been subjected to such vulgar insults in his life. His face instantly turned from pale to black, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"You arrogant, lowly dog! Die!"

He roared and pointed his fingers downwards with both hands.

The hundred-foot-long Azure Sky True Flame hovering behind him immediately changed form, with countless raging azure fire streams frantically converging and compressing. In the blink of an eye, the sea of ​​fire condensed into a deadly fire sword several dozen feet long.

The fire sword was covered with dense immortal runes, and the surrounding void was burned with black cracks by the extreme heat.

The old man showed no mercy; his fiery sword, carrying the force of destruction, locked onto Lu Chen's crown and slashed down straight down. A deafening sonic boom echoed along its path.

Lu Chen stood still, his feet firmly planted on the ground, his knees not even bending.

"Well done!"

Without dodging or avoiding, he suddenly pulled his right arm back.

The century-old black iron chain wrapped around his thick forearm instantly taut, emitting a terrible pulling sound. The 110,000-pound black monument on his shoulder was forcibly pulled off with one hand.

Pure Yang blood fire surged wildly through the meridians, while the Supreme Blood Furnace roared madly inside the chest cavity.

Lu Chen exerted force with both legs, and the large veins in his waist and back bulged. He swung his arm in a wide arc, slamming the menacing monument, capable of crushing small mountains, upwards towards the deadly fire sword that was cleaving down from above.

One hundred and eleven thousand catties of pure, dead force, without a trace of fancy trickery.

The massive monument and the falling fire sword collided in mid-air in the most savage physical way.

"boom!"

A deafening roar exploded over the Seventh Mining Area. The sound was so loud that it drowned out thunder and even caused a small-scale collapse in the distant black iron mine.

Without any true essence to counteract it, and without any formation to neutralize it, Lu Chen used extreme brute force to smash it head-on.

That invincible greatsword of true fire, which contained the life's cultivation of a Nascent Soul stage expert, could only withstand half a breath in the face of the black stele's extremely unreasonable death force.

The immortal runes on the sword were smashed to pieces. The massive fire sword shattered inch by inch starting from its tip, exploding into a shower of blue sparks. Fire rained down on the earth, burning deep craters.

The old Taoist priest's body trembled violently as he suffered a backlash from the magic weapon, spitting out a mouthful of his vital essence.

His arrogance was completely replaced by shock.

What kind of monster is this? Without using true energy or magic weapons, it can smash its most prized Azure Sky Fire Sword with a single blow while carrying a rotten rock with its bare body.

This is absolutely not some lowly stray dog; this is a truly extreme demon that can threaten the rule of the immortal sects!

The old man became wary and immediately decided to stop engaging in close combat.

He frantically activated his nascent soul, diverting the remaining true essence around him, and desperately tried to rise into the void above, attempting to regain the high ground and wear down this brute with a kite-like tactic.

"You think you can just run away after you've finished fighting? There's no way you can have that kind of fun!"

Lu Chen gripped the sides of the black monument with both hands, stomped heavily on the floor tiles with his big black iron boots, and straightened his back with the help of the weight.

His entire body erupted with extreme Daoist energy, which surged wildly into the monument through his palms.

The Primal Ferocious Stele of the Desolate Bone of Heaven emitted a deep, resounding roar. The fourteen dark gold desolate patterns at the base of the stele lit up simultaneously, and visible dark red ripples spread wildly in a fan shape from the black stele upwards into the void.

The ultimate abyss characteristic is now fully activated!

Dark red ripples instantly enveloped the space ten zhang above. The air density in this area surged to its limit in the blink of an eye, and gravity became abnormally distorted.

The elder, who was about to soar upwards, crashed directly into this gravity field.

The protective true essence surrounding his body collided with ten times the force of gravity during its circulation, causing it to come to a complete halt and become stuck. The true essence shield emitted a muffled thud and shattered on the spot.

An irresistible weight, ten times heavier than death itself, pressed down hard on his shoulders without any cushioning.

Before the old man could react, the high-level immortal bones within his body, nurtured for over a hundred years, emitted a piercing, shattering wail. His spine was forced downwards by this oppressive force, twisting into an extremely contorted arc.

"What...what kind of sorcery is this?!"

The old Taoist's face turned purplish-red, and a gurgling scream escaped his throat. He desperately tried to mobilize the magical power within his nascent soul to stabilize himself, but he couldn't shake off the brute force pulling him down from the ground.

The once-proud skill of flying has become a joke.

This powerful Nascent Soul cultivator, who was once so high and mighty, completely lost his ability to levitate. Head down and feet up, he transformed into a shooting star and plummeted headfirst into the filthy, desolate wilderness below.

Seeing the target descending from the sky, Lu Chen slammed the black tablet to the ground and loosened the chains with his right hand.

The thick thigh muscles swelled instantly, and the large black iron boots pounded a huge pit in the hard bluestone floor, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading all the way.

Lu Chen unleashed a violent acceleration, charging ruthlessly towards the falling immortal.

The mud, water, and gravel were all blown away by the wind pressure generated by the surge.

"Bang!"

The old Taoist priest's body crashed heavily into the muddy pit, splashing mud and water everywhere.

The fall was extremely hard, and with the pressure from the Extreme Abyss, six or seven of his ribs broke, and mouthfuls of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out of his mouth.

He was just about to struggle to turn over when his vision was not yet focused.

A towering, imposing figure appeared before him.

A rough, calloused hand with thick veins broke through the mud and grabbed his neck with extreme brutality.

Five fingers were brought together, firmly gripping the throat of this Nascent Soul expert.

Lu Chen squatted down and forcefully lifted the old man out of the mud. He patted the old man's face with his other hand and grinned widely.

"Welcome to Lower Earth, Old Deng."