Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

The 110,000-jin (approximately 65 tons) Primordial Evil Stele of the Desolate Bone of the Heavenly Suppression cast a dazzling line of fire in the night.

Lu Chen, his strong upper body bare, trudged through the air in his heavy black iron boots, each step leaving a deep crater in his wake, brutally crushing all obstacles in his path. The bluestone slabs crumbled completely under the drag of the black iron chains, the sharp scraping sound piercing the eardrums of all the guards on the city walls of the immortal city.

Several rogue cultivators drew their bows and nocked arrows, intending to fire a few stray arrows as a show of force.

But when they saw the fissure in the earth rushing towards the city wall, constantly collapsing, their legs went weak. Their fingers went stiff, the bowstring they were holding loosened, and they didn't even notice the arrow falling onto their feet.

City wall.

A junior law enforcement officer, dressed in the robes of the Immortal Alliance, leaned out halfway, staring at the madman dragging the giant monument. He suddenly pulled out the image of the Demon-Slaying List that the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion had just issued from his arms.

The young commander's face twitched wildly at the comparison.

"It's Lu Chen! That wicked demon from the underworld!"

The young commander's voice cracked from shouting.

"Quickly! Raise the drawbridge outside the city!"

"The triple spirit-pattern gates are completely sealed off; don't even let a fly in!"

"Send out a distress talisman! Hold him off! As long as the nearby rogue cultivators and hyenas arrive, we'll split the spoils from the top-grade spiritual vein!"

The gears whirred wildly, and the massive winch, with a dull metallic thud, rapidly lifted the heavy drawbridge off the ground. Three layers of dazzling array-like gates crashed down, one after another, completely sealing off the passage into the city.

Lu Chen stomped his foot and stopped outside the moat.

Along the muddy roadside outside the city gate, dozens of dilapidated supply wagons, forcibly stopped, lay scattered about. The wagon beds were piled high with bundles of coarse salt, foxtail grass, and bitter vines—all cheap herbs desperately needed by the survivors of the Great Wilderness to cool them and prolong their lives.

Dozens of laborers dressed in tattered hemp clothing were chained to the side of the cart shaft with thick iron chains. They had become living human shields, standing between the sinking land and the gates of the immortal city.

On the city wall, a captain of a rogue cultivator who had just escaped from the outer checkpoint peeked out.

Protected by the array's light barrier, he grimaced and roared down at the city walls with a sinister grin.

"You scoundrel! Aren't you so fiercely protective of your own?"

"Come on! Try to force your way in!"

"If you dare to take even half a step into the array's range, the strangulation array at the city gate will activate instantly!"

The leader of the rogue cultivators laughed so hard his shoulders twitched, pointing at the trembling earthworkers below.

"Before your 110,000-pound broken stone tablet even hits the city wall, these lowly peasants will be chopped into mincemeat! Go ahead and step over the corpses of your own kind if you dare!"

Lu Chen stopped in his tracks.

His rough face remained expressionless, only his brows were lowered, revealing an undisguised brutality. He raised his right leg, the toe of his large black iron boot casually picking up a small, walnut-sized piece of bluestone.

The leg muscles suddenly tensed, and the ankle jerked.

The ultimate death force erupted instantly.

"Bang!"

The piece of rubble transformed into an invisible black shadow, tearing through the air. The rogue cultivator captain was still laughing wildly when a rogue cultivator beside him, who was being held by an iron chain, suddenly had his wrist explode into a spray of blood.

Skin, flesh, and bones, along with the chain-controlling talisman, were all pierced and shattered on the spot by the rubble!

Before he could even scream, the man collapsed to his knees, clutching his severed hand. The chains clattered to the ground, releasing the first supply wagon from its restraints.

Beside the cart shaft, an old merchant with a wrinkled face slumped in the mud.

The chains on his hands were gone, but he had lost all the strength to even stand up and run away. The old merchant's lips trembled, and tears mixed with sweat streamed down his face.

"Mr. Lu...Mr. Lu! Don't move the car!"

"The car's chassis... was sabotaged!"

"They planted 'death-binding nails' on us! Those are insidious, barbed things!"

"The moment the supply wagon moves, the nails will roll back due to gravity, piercing the hearts and lungs of every porter on the spot!"

Lu Chen strode across the mud and walked directly to the old merchant.

He crouched down, his large black iron boots resting on the side of the cart. His thick fingers pulled aside the old merchant's tattered hemp clothing. In the dim light, he saw a cold, green-glowing iron nail embedded below the old man's ribs.

These underhanded methods of tormenting people by deities rely on the principle of being cautious and avoiding harm.

Lu Chen didn't speak, but his thick right hand reached out.

His index and middle fingers precisely pinched the exposed end of the life-locking nail. The small blood furnace inside his chest cavity suddenly throbbed.

A surge of pure, domineering yang blood fire erupted from the veins in his fingers. But this violent fire did not rage outwards; instead, Lu Chen ruthlessly compressed it, transforming it into a dark red line of fire a hundred times thinner than a hair!

The fire streamed directly into the tail of the life-locking nail.

A terrifyingly high temperature erupted instantly inside the iron nail. With a soft "hiss," the insidious magical iron nail was instantly incinerated into a clump of fine ash right inside the old merchant's flesh!

The surrounding flesh and blood remained completely unharmed by the intense heat. Then, Lu Chen snapped his thumb, and the dark golden, extreme-level qi sealed the acupoints, preventing even a single drop of blood from flowing out.

This incredibly precise micro-management move was terrifying, directly dismantling the so-called insidious poison of the immortals.

The junior law enforcement commander on the city wall was stunned.

He had initially thought that the Earth Madman would simply charge around like a wild boar. Who could have imagined that the opponent's control over his own strength was so precise that he could pull nails out of a mortal's hand!

"Forget about those hostages!"

The young commander gritted his teeth and slammed his hand on a brick in the city wall.

"Set off fire arrows! Burn those worthless herbs!"

Thirty-six city-guarding cultivators simultaneously lit their talismans. Thirty-six scorching fire arrows pierced the night sky with sharp whistling sounds, raining down on dozens of supply wagons along the moat.

The objective was clear: to burn away all the hopes of the remaining inhabitants of the lower realm for survival.

Lu Chen didn't even straighten his back.

He gripped the black iron chain with one hand. His shoulder and back muscles bulged, and he flung the Primal Ferocious Stele of the Heaven-Suppressing Desolate Bone, which slammed directly into the open ground in front of the supply wagon.

"boom!"

The abyss force field within a ten-zhang radius at the base of the monument erupted instantly.

The Tenfold Death Weight was no longer aimed at mid-air, but was forcibly controlled by Lu Chen to sweep across the ground. The thirty-six fierce fire talisman arrows, as soon as they entered the force field, were directly slammed into the mud by the terrifying death pressure.

The talisman shattered, and the flames were instantly extinguished.

The cultivators on the city wall nearly popped their eyes out. For the first time, they were astonished to realize that pure gravitational pressure could actually be used as a "fire extinguishing shield" to put out spells!

The old vendor lay sprawled in the mud, his eyes instantly welling up with tears as he looked at his cart full of intact, withered grass.

He pointed to the towering city wall.

"Master Lu! They have a large medicine storehouse in the city! It has three floors!"

"Those cheap, readily available herbs that can truly nourish us, the earthlings, and keep us alive, are not in the elixir storehouse above!"

The old merchant gritted his teeth and revealed everything he knew.

"They piled them all up in the filthiest back barn of the livestock shed in the east of the city!"

"In the eyes of the Immortal Alliance, our lives are only fit to eat the same fodder as those spirit beasts!"

Lu Chen straightened up.

Upon hearing this, the dark gold patterns on his body began to flicker faintly.

The junior commander on the city wall, seeing that the fire talisman arrows were ineffective, was already drenched in cold sweat. He could no longer care about anything else, so he bit his finger and slammed his palm onto the central array of the city wall.

"Activate the Remains Hub!"

At the base of the city gate, large sections of stone bricks have crumbled away, revealing countless pale white skulls beneath. These skulls have been forcibly pieced together to serve as the energy centers of the formation.

The young commander lay prone on the battlements, and to hide his inner fear, he loudly mocked, his face contorted with laughter.

"Did you see that!"

"Using your lowly, mud-covered bones instead of high-grade spirit stones to form the array's foundation!"

"This is the blessing the sect bestows upon you! This is what it means to make the best use of waste!"

Lu Chen made no move.

He stood there, staring intently at the remains of his kin, who had been used as the eyes of the immortals. There was no hysterical roar, nor any cursing.

He remained silent.

An extremely oppressive silence.

A full breath passed. Lu Chen slowly bent down, gripping the bottom edge of the monument with both hands. Thick black iron chains wrapped tightly around his arms, and he slowly hoisted the 110,000-pound Primordial Evil Monument to his shoulder.

This silent movement carried an extreme killing intent that sent chills down one's spine.

The laughter of the rogue cultivator captain and junior commander, who had been laughing wildly just moments before, abruptly ceased. The surrounding air seemed to have been sucked out, leaving all the rogue cultivators with a suffocating feeling in their chests, and even breathing felt like their lungs were hurting.

Lu Chen carried the monument and circled around to a corner at the foot of the city wall.

He suddenly slumped his right shoulder toward the weakest point of connection between the bone sutures in the skeletal remains.

"boom!"

With a force of 110,000 jin, the giant stele crushed down along that point, utterly destroying everything in its path! The giant stele ruthlessly severed the energy connection between the immortal array patterns and the white bones of the remaining people.

click-

The layers upon layers of spiritual light from the array on the city gate instantly burst open, revealing countless spiderweb-like cracks.

Immediately afterward, the immense pulling force caused a loss of balance. The outer city drawbridge, suspended in mid-air, emitted a guttural roar as its steel chains snapped instantly. The drawbridge crashed down, slamming heavily onto both banks of the moat.

On the city wall, dozens of rogue cultivators and guards who were controlling the formation suffered a backlash, screaming as they were thrown away and tumbled to the ground like gourds.

Meanwhile, the dozens of wagons of refugees' supplies outside the city were completely untouched, not even a blade of grass was affected.

Lu Chen dragged the black iron chain with one hand.

He stepped onto the dilapidated wooden drawbridge in his large black iron boots. With each step, a shower of wood chips shattered from the bridge planks. He raised his head, his fierce face facing the city wall, his tone surprisingly calm.

"Leave the herbs."

"Leave the foot that just stepped on the bone."

The young commander's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the city wall passageway. His hands trembled as he frantically pulled a communication jade talisman from his waist and crushed it.

The next moment, deep in the eastern part of the immortal city.

A massive, poisonous green beam of light shot into the sky. It was the ultimate seal of the array behind the livestock shed and the medicine storehouse.