Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

The invisible, sinister threads of soul energy were already close to the edge of the wolfskin pouch.

At this critical moment, from the leather pouch on her chest, A-Nan suddenly raised her little head.

Beneath that thick layer of blood-jade eye-covering garment, the Primordial True Vision Spirit Eyes spun wildly.

The concealment techniques of a celestial being's Nascent Soul were utterly laughable to the little blind girl. She not only saw through the wisp of divine soul in the void, but also instantly discerned the causal trajectory of the old man's next attempt to escape!

All attacks and movements turned into glowing threads under the True Vision.

"Lu Chen!" A-Nan stuck her chubby little finger out of the wolf skin and shouted urgently, "Three inches to the left front, that's the only way it can escape!"

Without any hesitation.

Lu Chen didn't ask a single question. He suddenly closed his eyes and completely gave up on visual perception.

He entrusted his life entirely to the young blind girl in his arms.

His dark gold veins suddenly bulged, and the Supreme Blood Furnace in his chest cavity roared.

"Shrink up, you bastard!"

With a roar, Lu Chen forcefully pulled back the [Extreme Abyss] force field that had spread across the surrounding ten zhang. This terrifying gravity contracted to its limit in the blink of an eye, pressing down hard on the void three inches to the left and in front.

The air was instantly compressed, becoming as thick and sticky as a block of iron!

The cyan nascent soul thread, which had been meticulously planned, was about to turn back to avoid a direct confrontation, but instead plunged headlong into this perilous place locked by death pressure.

There is no suspense.

The Nascent Soul's speed plummeted under ten times the dead weight, revealing its true form, which was only three inches tall. The old man's tiny face finally showed an expression of extreme horror.

"Run? Keep running!"

Lu Chen grinned widely, his large black iron boots slamming heavily on the floor tiles, his rough iron hand pushing out with a terrifying sonic boom.

In the palm of his hand, the pure Yang blood directly intertwined into a violent "blood and qi furnace," seemingly transcending spatial distance and arriving with a roar!

Just as the nascent soul was slowed down by the death weight, this palm strike landed precisely on it.

There's absolutely no need for any spells to seal off a physical body. Without the protection of a physical body, the spirit of a celestial being is like a wandering ghost in the sweltering summer heat colliding with the midday sun.

The piercing scream was only half-finished.

The nascent soul crashed headlong into the furnace of qi and blood, with no way to avoid it. It was instantly incinerated into ashes by the fierce and unparalleled extreme yang blood energy!

The heatwave swept through, leaving not even a trace behind.

At the same instant.

In the extremely remote Zhongtian Prefecture, at the headquarters of the Qingxiao Sword Sect.

Inside the magnificent Ancestral Hall, at the very top are enshrined more than a dozen natal soul lamps used to continue the sect's fortune.

Click!

The bronze lamp in the very center, representing the Grand Elder of the Nascent Soul stage, shattered without warning!

Lamp oil mixed with debris was scattered all over the ground.

The servant disciple in charge of guarding the area collapsed to the ground, tumbling and crawling as he ran to report the incident.

Before long, the Qingxiao Sect Master burst through the door of the Ancestral Hall and strode in. His eyes were bloodshot and his gaze was almost bulging as he stared intently at the extinguished soul lamp.

The Grand Elder was at the mid-Nascent Soul stage; how could he possibly perish while cleaning up a few mine slaves in the lower realms!

The sect leader bit his fingertip, frantically forming hand seals, and directly extracted the last breath of karmic blood energy released when the Grand Elder died as a medium.

"We'd like to see which evil spirit dares to mess with the people of Qingxiao!"

With a roar, he summoned a Xuan Guang Mirror, over ten feet wide, and forcibly crossed the continent to spy on the movements of Dong Xuan Prefecture.

The mirror surface rippled violently before suddenly becoming clear.

In the scene, the shirtless, brutish man is carrying the broken, headless body of the Grand Elder and strides toward the dark, massive monument.

The big black boots stepped on the blood-soaked ground.

With a single, forceful motion, Lu Chen hung the Great Elder's corpse on the very top of the black stele!

This scene made the Qingxiao Sect Master, who was high in the clouds, twitch his eyelids wildly.

Before he could quell his anger, a terrifying pressure that repelled all immortal essence suddenly spread out from around the black monument in the image. The [Extreme Dao Abyss] force field, which permeated a radius of ten zhang, directly crashed back through the causal link observed by the Xuan Guang Mirror!

boom!

The mirror surface was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and the magic power of the Xuan Guang Mirror collapsed and broke instantly, exploding into dust on the spot!

"Damn it!"

The sect leader was shocked and furious, and suddenly took half a step back.

The oppressive pressure emanating from the Xuan Guang Mirror sent a chill down his spine.

"The altar at this stronghold has been destroyed, and the causal medium has been completely severed. Our sect can no longer pinpoint the exact location of these demons!"

He clenched his fists tightly, his face ashen.

To send him down to the mortal realm to fight this unreasonable brute? What a joke! If his immortal bones, nurtured for a thousand years, were to be stuck by that strange death pressure, would he also be hung on a tombstone like a dead dog?

The sect leader cherished his reputation greatly and decisively abandoned the idea of ​​blindly engaging in a head-on confrontation.

He turned around and loudly ordered the steward outside the door, "Pass on the order! Use all the sect's financial resources in the Nine Provinces Bank to immediately put pressure on the Immortal Alliance!"

"Immediately issue an order for the lower-level officials to cut off food and block roads!"

"Sever all trade routes, water sources, and supplies within a hundred miles of the Dongxuan Seventh Mining Area!"

This kind of bloodless sleight of hand is the method that high-level cultivators are most skilled at. If they can't defeat you, they'll wear you down until you're starved to death.

Meanwhile, in the seventh mining area, thousands of Xia Tu survivors were unaware of this overwhelming scheme.

The old man with the missing arm took the lead, and with both hands, he forcefully tore apart the tattered slave clothes he had worn for decades.

"We survived!"

"I'll never be treated like medicine residue again!"

Cheers echoed through the night sky, and many people were moved to tears, embracing each other. Little did they know that an invisible meat grinder, intent on slowly wearing them down, had already silently descended from the clouds.

The camera zooms out, piercing through layers of clouds, and suddenly switches to the desolate western wilderness.

In the midst of a violent storm.

A massive white bone spirit boat, two hundred feet long, violently crashed through the clouds and hovered above the Great Wilderness.

The entire spirit boat was pieced together from the bones of an unknown, enormous demonic beast, exuding an extremely oppressive and solemn aura.

At the bottom of the spirit boat, three giant mirrors, each the size of a water vat, suddenly emerged.

The blinding light tore through the darkness, darting wildly across the muddy ground of the wasteland, relentlessly searching for the newly ignited spark of the wilderness.

Where the strong light swept across, the mud and water on the ground instantly boiled and evaporated.

The wild descendants, newly awakened by the ancestral fire, were utterly unable to withstand the oppressive force of this high-level immortal artifact. Large swathes of the barely clothed survivors were crushed, their bones cracking, coughing up blood, and were ruthlessly pushed back into the mud.

They looked up at the incomparable behemoth in the sky, their eyes once again revealing the deep despair of being enslaved by the immortal sects for ten thousand years.

This kind of absolute superiority in equipment is something that flesh and blood simply cannot withstand.

Click!Click!Click!

The chilling sound of machinery turning came from the clouds.

The side decks of the Bone Spirit Boat opened layer by layer. Thirty Thunder Cannons, engraved with immortal destruction runes, slowly emerged, their dark muzzles pointing directly at Li Laosi and his men's camp below!

A dazzling white light was rapidly gathering deep within the cannon's muzzle.