Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Deep within the mining area, along an underground river, the water vapor was biting cold.

The deformed bone plates of the eight people, including the one-armed old man, were burning hot on their bodies like magma.

The newly formed dark red bone armor did not bring them a sense of security or power; instead, it became a death warrant.

White smoke kept sizzling from the surface of the bone armor, distorting the surrounding air with its heat.

Without a large quantity of cold-natured herbs to "temper and shape" them, these eight veterans, who had just escaped death, would have easily perished by self-immolation.

However, the trade routes outside have been completely blocked by the food-cutting order issued by the group of immortal cultivators in the heavens.

Not even a single weed can be brought in.

The old man with the missing arm leaned against the rock wall in a dead corner.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

He looked at the muddy open space behind him.

A large number of young adults are coughing up blood due to the strong effects of potent medicines and their inability to tolerate the tonics.

The young men, their skin flushed red, rolled and screamed in the mud, the blood they coughed up carrying a scorching heat.

The old man gritted his teeth, his crippled arm gripping the nearby rock.

He turned his head and looked at the other seven old men beside him, who were also covered in smoke.

"We can't let the dolls burn to death like this."

The old man's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed.

"There are only a few life-saving herbs left in the camp."

"We old bones don't deserve to waste such good things."

The seven old friends didn't utter a single word of rebuttal, and nodded in unison.

They made the most tragic decision ever made by the people of the Great Wilderness.

They left the last vestiges of life to the next generation to sustain them.

Eight old men, half-buried in the ground, boldly took the lead and staggered to the edge of the dark river.

They crouched in the darkest corner.

With his crippled arm, he frantically dug out the extremely cold clay from the underground riverbank!

This soil is extremely cold and damp, but it is completely indigestible. If ordinary people eat too much of it, their stomachs will burst.

They stuffed handfuls of grayish-brown mud into their mouths.

They didn't even chew; they just swallowed it whole down their throats.

"swallow!"

The old man with the missing arm let out a low growl.

They were trying to fill their internal organs with this deadly cold mud.

They wanted to use the extremely cold properties of Guanyin clay to cool down the scalding hot, deformed bone armor on the body's surface from the inside out!

The coarse mud and sand scraped down the esophagus.

The mud slammed into their stomachs like stones.

As Lu Chen strode over to the edge of the underground river, he happened to witness this scene.

The mouths of these eight old miners were full of mud mixed with blood.

The originally shriveled belly swelled up like a full moon due to the severe accumulation of Guanyin clay!

With each breath they took, a heavy, dull pain emanated from their chests.

His stomach and intestines were so bloated and bleeding from the undigested mud that they were in excruciating pain, and the muscles in his face were completely contorted with agony.

Even the deformed bony armor was about to crack due to the swelling in her abdomen.

The old man with the missing arm was still holding half a bowl of mud when he saw Lu Chen's tall figure walking over.

He endured the excruciating pain in his stomach and forced a smile through his mud-covered mouth.

He forced an extremely ugly, bitter smile.

"Grandpa Great Wilderness..."

The old man's voice was intermittent, and he was evenly breathing.

"Leave the herbs... for the capable young men..."

"We're getting old, this soil... it's quite effective, it keeps us cool..."

Lu Chen's eyes instantly turned bloodshot.

The big black iron boots slammed on the ground.

He strode over and suddenly lifted his right foot.

"Bang!"

He kicked the broken porcelain bowl, which was filled with Guanyin clay, and shattered it against the hard rock wall!

The force was controlled with extreme precision.

The shards of porcelain shattered and embedded themselves deeply into the nearby rocks, but they did not harm the elderly people in the slightest.

Lu Chen stood in the mud, looking down at the old men whose bellies were swollen and who were on the verge of death.

Looking at their bellies, which were almost transparent from being stretched by the mud.

A tenderness that was both tyrannical and extreme flashed in Lu Chen's eyes.

Without uttering a single wasted word, he drew a broken sword from the Immortal Sect that he had captured.

He slashed his left palm hard!

The skin and flesh rolled up.

The dark gold True Blood, as brilliant as amber, dripped down his palm.

The moment the true blood left his body, Lu Chen's majestic, mountain-like body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

The dark gold membrane on his left arm, which had been gleaming with a cold light, dimmed by three points in an instant.

It felt like dry wood to the touch, completely devoid of its luster!

This is the price to pay.

The price of his extreme favoritism was embodied in his physical body.

But Lu Chen completely disregarded the enormous depletion of his own essence.

He directly dissolved the Supreme True Blood dripping from his palm into a bowl of icy dark river water.

He pried open the old man's mouth with his large hand and forced water and blood down his throat!

The domineering pure yang blood energy exploded immediately inside the abdominal cavity as soon as it entered the stomach.

This powerful life force carries the most ruthless destiny of the ultimate body cultivator.

It protected the elderly people's intestinal walls from being ruptured by the Guanyin clay.

They managed to keep them from swallowing their last breath!

Lu Chen did the same to the other seven old men, forcing them to drink bowl after bowl of food.

With their bodies protected by true blood, the elderly people's painful gasps finally subsided somewhat.

"Listen up, all of you!"

Lu Chen pointed at the eight old men and gave them a death order.

"Sustaining your life with my blood!"

"Before I return with the medicine, having broken through that tortoise shell..."

"No one is allowed to die!"

A raging fire of fury ignited throughout the camp.

Lu Chen turned around, his gaze sweeping over the terrified young men and women around him like a knife.

"Are the immortals trying to trap us in this quagmire and let us suffocate?"

Lu Chen's voice echoed loudly in the cave, causing boulders to fall from the ceiling.

"The people of the Great Wilderness will never swallow this blood-soaked humiliation!"

He stomped his foot heavily, causing the ground to tremble.

"We're not defending anymore!"

"Go to the immortals' city and uproot their medicine stores and granaries!"

The hundred young men who had just tied their flying swords and pickaxes to their feet were stunned.

Their eyes were red as they gripped the tools in their hands.

"Master Lu, let's follow you and fight to the death!"

"Even being struck down by a deity is better than waiting to die here!"

"Get out of my way!"

Lu Chen flatly refused all his disciples' requests to follow him.

He looked at these men who hadn't even grown their first hair yet.

"Stay here and mine for me!"

He decided to go down the mountain alone.

Go and have a look at that supposedly unbreakable supply line of the Immortal Alliance.

The night was as black as thick, unyielding ink.

Lu Chen was shirtless, with a wolfskin pouch hanging on his chest, inside which he sheltered the sleeping little girl.

He bent down and gripped the bottom of the Primal Evil Stele of the Desolate Bone of the Heavenly Suppressor with both hands.

Fully stretch the muscles in your waist and back.

"boom!"

He single-handedly hoisted the massive 110,000-jin (approximately 65 tons) monument onto his shoulder!

The extreme madman took a big step, launching a violent attack on the grassroots level of the immortal sects.

The heavy, black iron chains rattled in the night wind.

In the mining camp at the rear.

The remaining villagers of Xiatu held their modified flying swords and mining picks.

Hundreds of bloodshot eyes watched the departing figure carrying the black monument on his back.