Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

The desolate western wilderness.

The thunderstorm had just stopped, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of mud and the lingering aura of blood.

The broken, skeletal spirit boat lay sprawled in the mud. Sixty half-demon blood disciples, shirtless, were there, laboriously dismantling the bone plates.

They grew bizarre, demonic limbs, some covered in bluish-black iron scales, others with thick, long, and sharp fingernails.

Without using any magical artifacts, relying solely on his immense physical strength, he tore the heavy wreckage of the spirit boat piece by piece.

In the center of the mud pit stood a huge white dragon bone that had been removed from the spirit boat, which served as a temporary totem.

The leaders of more than a dozen wild tribes gathered around the totem and argued fiercely.

"Why are you retreating now! Strike while the iron is hot!" A young leader roared, veins bulging on his neck.

He had a steward's belt wrapped around his waist, which he had just taken from the corpse of a celestial being, and he was brandishing a broken flying sword that he had captured. He was extremely excited.

"Those useless Immortal Alliance bastards even destroyed their spirit boat, so that large outpost up ahead is definitely just an empty shell! Let's charge in one fell swoop and wipe them all out!"

An older leader opposite them was furious, jumping up and down: "You think you can fight with your head? Can't you see everyone's injured! If we collide with another warship, all of us, a hundred or so men, will die out there! In my opinion, we should retreat to our underground caves to avoid the brunt of the attack. Saving our lives is the most important thing!"

"Save my life my ass!" The young leader was stubborn as a mule, spitting a mouthful of bloody saliva into the mud and pointing at the older leader while cursing loudly.

"Cowards! You won the fight but aren't pressing your advantage? Are we, the men of the Great Wilderness, afraid to die? We'll fight to the last man to wipe out these lackeys of the immortals!"

He got more and more carried away as he talked, and suddenly spun the flying sword in his hand, firing at Li Laosi, who was standing silently beside him.

"Fourth brother! What are you pretending for? You were quite capable when you were pulling the spirit boat! Why are you so quiet now? Did you save all your guts for Dongxuan Prefecture?"

Old Li was shirtless, with most of his body submerged in muddy water.

A half-section of a demonic beast bone knife, brought out during the melee, was still stuck in his thigh.

Upon hearing this, Li Laosi turned his head, said nothing, and strode toward the young leader.

With each step he took, the muscles in his thighs twitched, and dark red blood flowed down his calves, but he walked with extreme steadiness, exuding a terrifying aura of ferocity.

The young leader subconsciously took a half step back, swallowed hard, and lowered the flying sword in his hand.

Li Laosi stopped in front of the young leader.

He suddenly grabbed his thigh with his right hand, his five fingers gripping the handle of the bone knife that was deeply embedded in his flesh.

"Pfft."

He pulled the bone knife, stained with wild blood, skin and flesh, out of his grasp.

Li Laosi grabbed the young leader's right hand.

He was incredibly strong, and the young leader couldn't break free at all.

Li Laosi turned the blood-stained blade upside down and roughly shoved it into the other man's palm.

Grab the other person's wrist and pull hard.

The tip of the knife was pressed directly against Li Laosi's broad chest.

The skin was pierced, and fresh blood seeped out instantly.

The young leader was terrified.

"You want to wipe everyone out?" Li Laosi's eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper had been scraped across his face. "Fine! Now stab me in the back! Kill me, and you'll be the leader!"

The noisy leaders of the various tribes all fell silent, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Li Laosi gripped the other man's wrists with both hands, pressing the knife tip against him and moving forward another half inch.

"Half of the blood on my body came from slaying those pseudo-immortals in heaven, and the other half came from fighting off you bunch of cowardly bums who only know how to shout!"

Li Laosi's roar echoed in the night wind.

"Trying to send your wounded soldiers to their deaths?! They'll have to step over my dead body first!"

The young leader was so terrified by this reckless, extreme aura that his hands trembled uncontrollably.

He couldn't muster any strength in his five fingers, let alone push them forward.

Clang.

The bone knife fell into the mud.

The young leader's knees buckled, and he knelt directly in the mud, completely losing his temper and not daring to even lift his head.

The one-eyed old man squatted on the broken bones beside him, tapped his pipe, and slowly stood up.

"You bunch of brats, are you just eating all the rules passed down from our ancestors?"

The one-eyed old man tapped his pipe and looked around.

"The Great Wilderness's 'Bone Flag Rules'! Before raising the flag, protect the young first, then the grain, and finally the wounded!"

He pointed with his pipe at the group of half-demon blood disciples by the mud pit.

"Open your eyes and look at these newly transformed young people! What's their state now?"

The leaders looked in the direction of the pipe.

Although those sixty half-demon blood disciples were terrifyingly powerful in the melee just now, the price they paid was already too high to bear.

After absorbing the ancient blood spring and the demonic tendons, the human bones and the demonic limbs that grew out are now experiencing a violent rejection reaction.

A bloodthirsty man leaned against the mud wall, his newly grown scaly arms convulsing uncontrollably, his sharp nails digging several bloody grooves into his thighs.

To avoid making a sound that would alert the camp, the man had a piece of black iron wood between his teeth.

He had bitten the wooden stick so hard it cracked, and his gums were bleeding, the blood trickling down his chin.

These wild men, without a stable supply of cold-natured medicinal herbs to suppress their aversion to the foreign substances, would all go mad and die within three days.

The young leader, seeing this miserable state, turned purple with shame, wishing he could bury his head in the mud.

Li Laosi bent down, picked up the bone knife covered in mud, and casually wiped it on his leg.

"Hand over the animal bone totems of your tribes."

Without saying a word, the leaders quickly took off the animal bones that represented their inheritance from around their necks and obediently handed them over.

Li Laosi took the bones and used a bone knife to carve the coordinates of the ancient blood spirit spring underground onto each totem.

The sound of the blade cutting through bone was harsh and unpleasant.

"Take the new totem and go back to spread Lao Tzu's words."

Li Laosi threw the bones back into their arms. "From today onwards, all eighty-three tribes of the Western Wilderness will form a united front. Anyone who dares to run off to find the Immortal Alliance and die, or abandon their comrades and flee for their lives, I'll personally twist their head off!"

Tonight, the scattered sands of the Western Wilderness finally have a core set of discipline.

Two Bloodthirsty Bloods dragged a tattered bronze box over from the edge of the mud pit.

"Fourth Brother! We found some of the Immortal Alliance's account books in the hold of this wrecked ship!"

Li Laosi, who was illiterate, shoved the account book into the hands of the one-eyed old man.

The old man opened it and his expression changed drastically.

The document contains detailed records of population evacuation and material blockade plans from major mining areas in Dongxuan Prefecture.

The large characters for "Seventh Mining Area" were heavily circled in red ink, with the four characters "Extinction of the Family Line" annotated above them.

The Immortal Alliance had laid a dead end there, and the pressure Lu Chen was under all alone was unimaginable.

Li Laosi clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

He wished he could run to Dongxuan Prefecture right now to help Master Lu take the fall.

But he forcibly suppressed this impulse. He was now the commander of the Great Wilderness, and the rear of the Western Wilderness had to be stabilized first; the flame of the Extreme Path absolutely could not be extinguished here.

"Burn the ledgers! Everyone, go and lend a hand!" Old Li shouted as he turned around.

The half-demon blood disciples dragged their heavy bodies and began to use the wide bone plates dismantled from the spirit boat to build temporary sheds for their wounds on the high ground of the mud pit.

Those rough, violent thugs who used to only know how to fight and brawl have all become extremely cautious now.

A man with half a bear's arm clumsily used a large leaf to scoop up water and fed it little by little to his comrade who had lost both legs.

Some people even tore open the captured immortal robes and haphazardly bandaged their brother's wounds.

Although the entire camp reeked of blood, it also exuded an unprecedented sense of unity.

The night grew deeper.

The winds in the western wilderness are so fierce they could tear a person's skin off.

The white bone dragon totem standing in the center of the mud pit suddenly emitted a strange light from its bottom.

A faint, pale golden immortal pattern seeped out little by little from the gaps in the white bones.

The faint buzzing sound emitted by the formation was particularly jarring in the muddy ground.

The one-eyed old man, who had been dozing off under the totem, was startled by the golden light and jumped up.

"broken!"

The old man pointed at the immortal rune, his voice trembling.

"This is the 'return marker' for the Immortal Alliance warships! Once the mothership crashes, this formation will automatically activate, sending a signal to their rear!"

The surrounding leaders were terrified when they heard this.

"This is a death knell! The second wave of pursuers is definitely on its way!"

"Quick! Pull out the totem! Get back to the cave immediately!" The leaders panicked and reached out to pull out the big bone.

Li Laosi did not run away.

He strode up to the white bone dragon totem and shoved aside the few leaders who were in his way.

He reached behind his back with his right hand and pulled out the ancient broken spear.

The malevolent energy of the Primordial Dao surged wildly at the tip of the spear.

"Where to retreat? With so many wounded soldiers, we'll be sitting ducks for flying swords before we even get ten miles away!"

Li Laosi gripped the broken ancient spear tightly with both hands, aimed at the pale golden immortal pattern that was radiating light, swung his arm in a wide arc, and stabbed it down hard.

"Bang!"

The ancient broken spear pierced directly through the center of the immortal pattern, and the black and red primordial evil energy instantly suppressed the golden light into the base, preventing it from emitting the slightest fluctuation.

Li Laosi pulled out his bone knife and roared at the surroundings.

"All units, listen up! Put out all the fires!"

"Closing the camp!"

The sixty half-demon blood disciples, dragging their mangled bodies, did not hesitate at all.

They endured the excruciating pain of rejection and stood up from the mud.

Without needing any further words, everyone spontaneously dispersed and disappeared into the surrounding darkness.

They held the newly forged bone knives and broken swords upside down in their hands, forming a huge iron barrel formation to protect the nailed bone flag in the very center.

Li Laosi drew his bone knife and sat imposingly at the base of the totem. The night wind caressed his wounds, and his wild blood boiled completely.

"Slay them all, however many they come. Tonight, I'll leave all these pursuers in the darkness!"