Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

A strong, fishy stench emanated from the mud. Li Laosi, holding the chipped crocodile bone dagger upside down, strode through the blood-soaked mud. He walked to the broken wreckage of the white bone spirit boat, then abruptly stopped.

Beneath a pile of scattered, broken array plates lay a stiff body. The person wore a protective robe embroidered with gold thread, eyes closed, breath stopped, and covered in mud, looking no different from the dead Foundation Establishment Enforcer beside him.

Li Laosi turned his head and stared intently at the body on the ground. The surging extreme qi and blood within the Great Wilderness Man were extremely sensitive to the surrounding true essence fluctuations.

"Still lying there panting?" Old Li Si lifted his thick, muscular foot and took half a step forward, covered in mud and water. "Does Grandpa really have to bleed you?"

The body sprang up abruptly. Its previously closed eyes snapped open, their sockets filled with frenzied red blood vessels. This was a Golden Core stage envoy leading the group; seeing his disguise exposed, his face contorted in a grimace, revealing a ferocious expression.

"You lowly bastards!" the Golden Core Envoy shrieked in his lisping voice, "Even if I die, I'll drag you demons down with me!"

He frantically made hand seals, and a blinding golden light suddenly shone from his navel. It was a golden core covered in cracks, which was now rapidly expanding within his body, its violent destructive power surging wildly, threatening to self-destruct and perish together with the golden core.

Li Laosi exhaled a rough breath from his nostrils and let out a cold snort.

He yanked his right hand back sharply, the muscles in his back bulging with a terrifying sound. The ancient, broken spear in his hand shot out like a black lightning bolt!

The dark shadow tore through the air, creating an extremely loud sonic boom.

Before the Golden Core Envoy could even utter a single word, the ferocious weapon, carrying ancient malevolent energy, pierced through the immortal's dantian! The immense penetrating force sent him flying several feet backward, where he clung tightly to the tattered dragon bones of the spirit boat.

The primordial baleful energy surged forth from the spear, instantly blocking the immortal's meridians. The desolate death energy instantly locked the immortal's true essence, ruthlessly enveloping the golden core that was about to explode.

The dazzling golden light barely flashed for a few seconds before dimming and turning into a completely useless piece of waste stone.

Li Laosi then strode forward, raised his big black iron boot high, and stomped heavily on the still twitching head.

A crisp cracking sound echoed in the mud. A foot crushed his head into a bloody pulp.

As the battle ended, Li Laosi rubbed the brains on the soles of his feet on a nearby rock, then turned and shouted orders to the sixty half-demon blood disciples behind him to execute the most ancient law of the Great Wilderness.

"You all know the rules, right? We'll skin you alive, tear you apart, and seize every inch of land!"

Sixty burly men roared deafeningly. This group of laborers, who had suffered endless exploitation in the underground mine, immediately rushed towards the corpses scattered on the ground.

The young man with the severed left arm rushed to the front. He grabbed the priceless protective robe of the Golden Core envoy. This high-grade immortal fabric was impervious to swords and blades, yet the young man used his newly grown, earth-yellow demonic arm to tear it off.

Rip! The magnificent robes were torn into rough strips. The man used these strips, adorned with gold thread, to tightly wrap his bleeding, mangled limbs.

"These immortal clothes are so sturdy, they've even made my wounds hurt!" The young man grinned and laughed.

The veterans nearby were busy gathering the spoils of war scattered on the ground. They swept all the sharp immortal swords on the ground into a pile and carried them directly to the edge of the Primordial Blood Spirit Spring.

"Throw them in!" The veteran kicked several immortal swords into the scalding crevice next to the spring.

The primordial earth fire surged upwards along the crack. Upon contact with the flying sword, the carefully inscribed array patterns of the immortals instantly emitted a series of explosions, erasing the patterns completely.

The immortal sword, stripped of its magical power, became nothing more than scrap metal. The Blood Disciples retrieved these scorching hot iron blanks, raised their beast bone hammers, and roughly whittled them into sharp spearheads for the Great Wilderness Spears.

On the other side of the camp, the commotion was even greater.

Dozens of burly men, shirtless, surrounded the wrecked skeletal spirit boat.

"Give me the hardest blows!" The burly man leading the charge bulged his muscles.

Dozens of people exerted their strength in unison. With a deafening sound of wood tearing apart, the thickest bone skeletal frame of the crashed spirit ship was forcibly torn off by them.

This dragon bone was over ten zhang long and weighed tens of thousands of jin. Dozens of strong men carried the dragon bone to the center of the mud pit.

"Rise!" The crowd roared, straightening the white bone dragon bone and slamming it into the center of the mud, transforming it into the most arrogant totem pole in the Great Wilderness!

This grand spectacle of dismembering the spirit boat directly overwhelmed the dozen or so tribal leaders from the surrounding wilderness who had first come to watch.

This group of people were originally attracted by the strange phenomenon of the eruption of the Primordial Blood Spring. Seeing the once invincible Immortal Alliance warship being dismantled into parts, these leaders, who had been hunted down by the Immortal Sects for years, felt their scalps tingle.

Without any discussion, a dozen leaders emerged from the darkness and knelt in the mud.

Using both hands and feet, they crawled on the ground, trembling, offering up animal bone totems.

Li Laosi looked at the group of people kneeling in front of him and accepted the totem.

He turned around, and with a swift stroke, used his newly forged spear to cut the Azure Sky Immortal Banner standing beside him in two. The tattered banner, covered in mud and water, fell into his hand.

Li Laosi distributed the severed flagpoles to these dozen or so leaders, appointing them as flag bearers.

"Take it!" Li Laosi's voice was exceptionally clear amidst the thunderstorm. "Go deep into the Western Wilderness and find the remaining eighty-three volumes!"

The leaders looked up abruptly, their faces filled with shock.

Li Laosi pointed to the huge white dragon bone stuck in the center of the mud pit and transmitted the Extreme Blood Order to the eighty-three tribes deep in the Great Wilderness.

"Tell the Eighty-Three Kingdoms that the rules of the Great Wilderness have changed! No more kneeling before immortals, only offerings of blood!"

The leaders were breathing heavily, their eyes blazing with fanatical, blood-red light. They grabbed the broken half of the immortal banner from the ground and plunged into the dark depths of the wilderness.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away.

In the Dongxuan mining area, the cold morning sun shone on the ancient remains of the ancestor hanging on the black stele. A gust of wind blew, and the broken immortal bones swayed back and forth in mid-air.

Lu Chen walked barefoot and shirtless to a corner of the camp square.

Here lay a small mountain of spoils, all scrap metal with the array patterns forcibly erased. Lu Chen reached his large hand directly into the jade-inlaid boxes, grabbed a handful of high-grade immortal blood-replenishing pills, and stuffed them into his mouth.

After swallowing dozens of high-level immortal blood-replenishing pills, a violent burst of spiritual energy instantly erupted.

These spiritual energies were extremely arrogant, carrying the original will of the immortals. In an instant, they transformed into countless invisible needles in Lu Chen's dantian, attempting to pierce through Lu Chen's internal organs.

Lu Chen stood still, his feet pounding two deep pits into the bluestone slab.

Lu Chen grinned widely, his rough face full of arrogance.

The miniature blood furnace in his chest cavity roared like thunder. A million tons of death force surged within him!

This force doesn't circulate through the eight extraordinary meridians; instead, it flows directly upstream, grinding these immortal spiritual energies into the purest, most primordial blood plasma like a millstone!

The raging blood plasma washed over his meridians, and the dark skin on Lu Chen's body surface shone with a dazzling dark golden luster, causing even the surrounding air to distort.

While consuming blood plasma, the mixed poisons and waste gases belonging to the immortals are violently rejected by the Extreme Blood Furnace.

Lu Chen's back muscles bulged high. His large pores expanded instantly under the force of his desperate struggle.

Pfft!

The exhaust gas turned into a thick, foul-smelling black smoke, which spewed out from the large pores on Lu Chen's back!

The black smoke was all slag from erysipelas, which was extremely corrosive. It instantly corroded a large area of ​​the bluestone slab behind them, turning it black and even burning the soil until it cracked and bubbled.

In just a few breaths, the waste gas in the body was completely expelled, and the physical deficiency was completely replenished.

Lu Chen twisted his neck, and his cervical vertebrae cracked and popped.

"Good stuff!" He patted his belly and shouted to the one-armed old man in the distance, "Take a pot to the fourth brother, and we'll cook the rest!"

The little girl, wrapped in a thick wolf skin, suddenly shivered, her chubby little hands gripping Lu Chen's chest tightly.

"Lu Chen!" A'Nan buried her head in the wolf skin, her voice urgent, "There's a huge, huge white eye in the sky, staring right at this broken rock!"