Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Lu Chen pulled over a bundle of rough hemp rope.

This inferior hemp rope, produced on the edge of the iron ore mining area, is soaked in sweat and mud year after year, and its surface is covered with barbs, so rough that it can scrape off a layer of a mortal's skin.

Lu Chen didn't care about any of that.

He was bare-chested, with his strong, dark upper body exposed, his large hands gripping the rope, wrapping it back and forth around his chest and back.

It was wrapped more than a dozen times, each loop tightened extremely, with the large tendons bulging high under the rope.

The safest and most central spot on her chest was firmly bound to A-Nan, who had formed a dark golden jade cocoon.

The little girl is fast asleep in the jade cocoon, her long, thin breaths carrying the gentle vitality of creation.

The surface of the jade cocoon shimmered with a warm luster, creating a stark contrast with Lu Chen's rough, violent skin.

Lu Chen's large fingers pulled hard on the knot, creating an inescapable knot.

After confirming that there was no looseness, he turned around.

His broad right shoulder suddenly shot upwards.

A thick, strong arm reached out, and five fingers gripped the edge of the 110,000-pound Primordial Bone Stele that suppressed the heavens.

No spiritual energy of heaven and earth was used.

It all depends on the brute force of the physical body.

A terrifying weight suddenly pressed down.

The black monument landed steadily on his right shoulder, causing the air around him to emit a muffled thud.

Lu Chen strode forward in his large black iron boots.

With each heavy step, the absolute weight of 110,000 jin (approximately 65,000 kg) flowed down his leg bones and ankles, pouring into the earth without reservation.

The soil immediately caved in.

He stomped his way into the road, creating one terrifying, ankle-deep pit after another.

The mud burst and splashed in all directions, and the iron ore slag was crushed into fine powder.

The madman carrying the menacing monument, though alone, exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression, like a thousand troops marching out to war.

Thirty miles outside the mining area.

A narrow mountain path blocked the only way through.

The terrain here is extremely treacherous, with steep cliffs on both sides.

The road ahead has been completely blocked.

Hundreds of rogue cultivators and hyenas were mixed together with the law enforcement officers of the Immortal Alliance and set up a long camp here.

Layer upon layer of checkpoints were set up at the intersection, and defensive formations were laid out in sequence.

The array's light screen flickered with a seemingly righteous aura, illuminating the darkness as bright as day.

At the very front of the camp.

A rogue cultivator captain dressed in a green robe was holding a wanted poster that had just been issued by the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.

He stared at the staggering bounty on the wanted poster, his hands trembling uncontrollably with excitement.

"A top-grade spiritual vein! A complete, top-grade spiritual vein!"

The leader of the rogue cultivators was overjoyed as he calculated the rewards from the bounty offered, his greed almost overflowing.

"Brothers, take that scoundrel's head!"

"Once we pull off this job, we'll never have to put up with the big sects again. We can become patriarchs anywhere, even in a small place!"

Several mixed-team law enforcement officers nearby joined in with unrestrained laughter.

They patted the flying swords and magical artifacts at their waists, their expressions extremely arrogant.

In their eyes, the checkpoint formation was indestructible, and the bounty was a windfall gift from the Immortal Alliance.

The laughter still lingered in the night breeze, carrying a nauseating arrogance.

From the depths of the mist at the foot of the mountain, a strange, extremely muffled sound suddenly arose.

"Thump!"

These were not ordinary footsteps.

It was a terrifyingly oppressive sound, so dull it could crush a person's heart.

The ground of the entire camp began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

The wine bowl on the table was knocked over, and the clear wine spilled all over the floor.

The embers in the brazier jumped half a foot high, scalding through the robe of the monk next to him.

They approached within ten zhang of the checkpoint.

The thick fog was forcefully pushed aside by a surge of violent, pure yang energy, which then rolled out to both sides.

Lu Chen stopped in his tracks.

His face twitched, revealing an undisguised and extremely brutal grin.

His broad right shoulder suddenly twitched!

boom!

The 110,000-jin (approximately 65,000 kg) malevolent stele, having lost its physical support, crashed heavily to the ground with devastating force!

The violent shockwave exploded along the ground, instantly blasting away all the surrounding rubble and bushes.

Lu Chen, his strong upper body bare, grabbed the thick black iron chain.

Walk forward with big strides.

The black iron chain was dragged and crushed hard over the flat bluestone slab.

Metal and rock rubbed together violently, sparks flying everywhere, dazzlingly bright.

A bottomless, deadly trench was carved directly into the road surface.

That powerful body, covered in dark gold and wild patterns, was completely exposed to the sight of all the rogue cultivators, like an ancient demon god.

The sense of oppression reached its peak at this moment.

With each step Lu Chen was dragged forward, the terrifying force field of the Extreme Dao Abyss advanced one step further.

The smooth road surface simply could not withstand such immense force, resulting in large-scale cracking and subsidence.

Large pieces of gravel were crushed into powder, raising dust in the night wind.

The rogue cultivators at the front were so frightened that their legs trembled, and they were instantly drained of all strength to retreat.

The low-level protective artifacts they wore emitted a piercing wail as they were pressed against the edge of the pressure.

A crisp snap.

More than a dozen breast protectors shattered on the spot, with shards embedding themselves in their owners' flesh, causing a chorus of wails.

Lu Chen stopped what he was doing and slowly raised his head.

Looking into the distance at that supposedly indestructible immortal array.

The dark gold patterns beneath the black skin pulsed wildly, and the resonance of qi and blood reached its peak.

The keen senses of a cultivator of the highest level instantly penetrated the bright and dazzling array of spiritual light.

Lu Chen clearly sensed that what was buried under the formation was not some kind of spiritual stone.

These were the skulls of hundreds or even thousands of miners from the Great Wilderness whose bone marrow had been drained!

Countless white bones were piled up below the array's core, supporting this seemingly sacred array.

A ghostly green light flickered in the empty eye sockets.

The immortal array is cruelly absorbing the resentful blood of the remnants of the lower lands to maintain its high-speed operation and thereby unleash a powerful defensive force.

Behind that false aura lies the bloody stench of the extreme exploitation of the common people by the capital of cultivation.

The leader of the rogue cultivators swallowed hard, forcibly suppressing the fear rising in his heart.

He turned his head and glanced at the brightly lit defensive array behind him, which emboldened him again.

Relying on the protection of the immortal array, he took a step forward and stepped onto the exposed white bone array base.

The dried-up skull emitted a teeth-grinding crackling sound.

The leader of the rogue cultivators pointed at Lu Chen with a greedy look on his face and roared.

"You scoundrel!"

"They didn't even realize they were about to die!"

"Hand over my head in exchange for a top-grade spiritual vein!"

He stomped his foot hard on the bone, laughing hysterically, his features completely scrunched up.

"This is the fate of you earth people!"

"Being able to become the cornerstone of a celestial array is the only blessing you consumables have!"

Lu Chen didn't give them a chance to form an array or waste words.

The muscles in his arms bulged instantly, and the veins twisted and throbbed under the dark skin, engorged with blood.

He tightened the black iron chain and swung the 110,000-jin black stele!

Close to the ground.

There are no fancy spellcasting animations.

Only the purest form of extreme suppression, brutally sweeping through!

The Extreme Dao Abyss Force Field descended upon them.

It distorted the air, even blurring the light.

The dozen or so cultivators standing in the front row, who were about to form hand seals and release their flying swords, froze completely, their hands still not even halfway through forming the incantation.

Absolute pressure crashed down.

Dozens of self-proclaimed noble bodies were instantly crushed into unrecognizable piles of rotten flesh.

Blood and mud splattered in all directions, splashing onto the faces of the monks behind them.

That immortal array, which absorbed the resentful blood of the remnants and was said to be unbreakable, couldn't even last half a breath.

The white bone array base, along with the surrounding wooden fence, was completely reduced to ashes under the violent advance of the black monument.

The array's light barrier collapsed instantly, turning into countless ineffective specks of light.

Screams echoed through the mountain path.

The remaining rogue cultivators were utterly terrified and scrambled backward, trampling each other in the process.

Lu Chen didn't even lift his eyelids.

The heavy black iron boots stomped down.

They ruthlessly trampled over the blood-stained immortal banners and the shattered bones of the formation.

The gorgeous fabric embroidered with the totem of the Immortal Alliance was brutally trampled into the mud, never to be turned back, and covered with the filth of the earth.

He crossed the blockade checkpoint, which was littered with debris.

There were no more obstructions ahead.

Lu Chen stood in the night, gazing into the distance, dozens of miles away.

It was a medium-sized supply city with radiant spiritual light and a strict array.

On the towering city walls, countless magic arrays flickered in the darkness. These were the core fortresses that blocked the Xiatu trade route and were also one of the sources of exploitation of the remaining people.

The Extreme Blood Furnace roared violently inside his chest.

The pure yang fire burned through his blood vessels.

Lu Chen let out a chilling, sinister laugh.

"Using the resentful bones of the Great Wilderness to reduce costs and increase efficiency?"

A savage sound boomed through the valley, filled with extreme brutality and murderous intent; even the air seemed to buzz.

"This debt of exploitation for a century!"

"I'll take back my principal and interest today!"

Lu Chen strode forward, his dark gold patterns illuminating the night.

We walked onto the wide bluestone path.

His right arm muscles bulged, and he slammed the tombstone heavily onto the road outside the city with one arm.

Boom!

Large sections of the foundation were instantly shattered, soil was torn up, and cracks spread wildly toward the immortal city dozens of miles away.

The roar directly drowned out the buzzing of the array on the city wall, resounding throughout the night sky and causing the eardrums of the city guards in the far distance to bleed.

"Since your Immortal Alliance believes that bounties and formations are the only truth..."

Lu Chen stepped on the edge of the black monument, his rough hand pointing straight at the lofty immortal city.

"Then today I'll show you!"

"Truth lies only beneath the crushing weight of Lao Tzu's ominous monument!"

"You piece of trash who don't want to be buried with me, get out of here!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Lu Chen grabbed the thick black iron chain.

He dragged the 110,000-jin (approximately 65,000 kg) Black Stele of Heaven-Suppressing, running wildly under the blinding spiritual light of the magic array from the direction of the Immortal City!

The large black iron boots crushed the bluestone.

The heavy chains drew a straight line of fire in the night.

The figure of the extreme madman charged towards the heavily fortified city gate with a brutal attitude that seemed poised to smash the entire city!