Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

The head of the Enforcement Hall rushed forward the fastest. He was riding a top-grade flying sword, his mind filled with the astonishing bounty on that top-grade spiritual vein.

With less than ten feet remaining in the abandoned mine pit of the seventh mining area, the hall master had already drawn the short knife coated with deadly poison from his waist, ready to cut off Lu Chen's head.

A gust of wind howled past, dispersing the black fog surrounding the mining area.

Standing ramrod straight before the pile of waste ore, Lu Chen was imposing. His broad arms were bare, and a tattered wolfskin pouch was tightly bound around his chest. He showed no sign of the weakness often associated with lung poisoning.

Those bloodshot eyes stared intently at the onrushing crowd with a ferocious and malevolent aura that seemed to want to devour people alive.

"You're not poisoned..."

The hall master's face froze instantly, his features contorted in extreme horror. He desperately tried to channel his true energy into the flying sword to brake, but the forward momentum was unstoppable.

Lu Chen didn't even bother to say another word. He took a heavy step forward with his big black iron boots and grabbed the thick black iron chain, which was as thick as a tree trunk, with his right hand.

"Want a spiritual vein? I'll send you down there to mine!"

Lu Chen roared, his thick arm swinging out in a wide arc. He didn't even use his true essence, relying solely on his terrifying strength of a million jin to whip the black iron chain like a whip.

The tenfold abyss force field, mixed with pure yang energy that distorted space, crashed head-on into the Law Enforcement Hall's charging formation.

Snapped!

With a muffled thud, the hall master, along with the top-grade flying sword beneath his feet, exploded in mid-air like a watermelon struck by a massive hammer, turning into a cloud of foul-smelling blood mist. Even the golden core, nurtured for a hundred years, couldn't escape the calamity, being directly crushed into powder by the violent extreme power.

The dozens of law enforcement officers following behind were like a swarm of flies that had crashed into a wall of iron; they didn't even have time to scream before they shattered into pieces on the ground.

Lu Chen flicked the rotten flesh clinging to the black iron chain and sneered, "These few pieces of scrap metal, you think you're worthy of taking my life?"

Dozens of elite soldiers died too quickly, their souls not even having a chance to leave their bodies. But right there in the pile of mangled flesh of the hall master, a purple-gold jade talisman engraved with strange immortal runes suddenly began to tremble violently.

With a snap, the jade talisman shattered on its own.

A beam of purple-gold light, as thick as a water vat, rose from the ground and pierced the sky!

This is the highest-level "Heavenly Sacrifice Edict" of the Nine Provinces Immortal Alliance. It can only be forcibly triggered when it is determined that the foundation of one's immortal path has suffered a devastating blow.

The moment the beam of light shot into the sky, the heavens of the Great Wilderness and the Nine Provinces changed.

It was no longer a raging storm, nor rolling thunderclouds. In Zhongtian Prefecture, Dongxuan Prefecture, Xihuang Prefecture... everyone looked up and saw that the eternally unbreakable dome had been torn open by an unseen hand, creating a deep, abyss-like crack.

Above the City of Ten Thousand Immortals in Zhongtian Prefecture, a massive, almost surreal bronze gate slowly materialized in the void.

Nine Heavens Gate!

This is not the sacred realm of ascension that cultivators dream of entering, but a meat grinder hanging over the heads of all the people of the Nine Provinces.

The Heavenly Gate slightly opened, and a grand voice, devoid of any emotion, echoed through every corner of the Nine Provinces along with the thunder.

"The fields are polluted. Bloodshed and chaos reign. The foundation of Kyushu is ruined. It must be leveled immediately and harvested ahead of schedule."

That was a death decree issued by the ruler of the Immortal Realm's envoy clan!

As soon as the words were spoken, a piercing sound of chains grinding together erupted from within the Heavenly Gate. Thousands of thick, golden chains of law, each as large as a water bucket, carrying an aura of annihilation, rained down upon the land of the Great Wilderness Nine Provinces like a torrential downpour.

Several chains crashed down on the seventh mining area.

The moment the chains sank into the ground, the spiritual energy within a hundred miles was instantly drained. The one-armed old man screamed in agony; the deformed bone armor on his back, which had just been formed from herbs, cracked inch by inch whenever the golden light touched even a small part of it.

The veterans and young men around him clutched their chests in pain and collapsed to the ground, their newly gathered vitality flowing wildly from the ground toward the bronze door in the sky.

It's not just ordinary people. Even those cultivators in Zhongtian Prefecture who are usually high and mighty can have their true essence, cultivated for a hundred years, instantly depleted if they are grazed by the golden chains, leaving them withered into skeletons draped in robes.

The Immortal Realm intends to reap the rewards of the entire Nine Provinces!

"The immortals... this is going to wipe out the lineage of us earth people!" The old man knelt in the mud, his only remaining hand digging into the rubble, his fingernails curled and bleeding, as he looked up and let out a mournful wail.

"Harvesting?"

Lu Chen's heavy black iron boots crushed the rocks beneath his feet. He suddenly looked down at the girl bound to his chest.

A-Nan didn't cry. Her small hands, which had just been reshaped into jade bones, gripped Lu Chen's collar tightly, and beneath her blood-jade eye robe, her ancient true vision eyes burst forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling light.

In her vision, those golden chains were not some kind of celestial law, but rather countless greedy, blood-sucking maws of evil spirits.

"Big guy, that broken door in the sky is eating people." A-Nan's voice was childish, but it carried an extremely rare anger.

She raised her small arm, which gleamed with a dark gold sheen, and grabbed hard at the two golden chains pressing down on her head.

A surge of pure Yin energy, so refined it reached its peak, erupted forth, transforming into a giant, invisible hand that gripped the chains.

Click!

The chains of immortal laws, which even a Nascent Soul cultivator couldn't sever, were actually frozen into ice shards in mid-air by this energy of creation, and then shattered into dust. The survivors in the mining area breathed a sigh of relief, collapsed to the ground, and gasped for breath, having narrowly escaped death.

But this is far from enough.

Lu Chen looked up at the sky. His extremely keen hearing allowed him to hear countless cries and despair echoing across the land of Kyushu.

He sensed even more clearly that in the extremely remote western wilderness, a stream of ancient, primordial blood of the same origin was burning desperately.

That's Li Laosi.

He was leading tens of thousands of remnants of the Great Wilderness, erecting the white bone dragon totem in the sea of ​​blood. The half-demon blood disciples dragged their severed limbs, using ancient broken spears to repeatedly ram the golden chains stuck in the ground. The banner fell and rose again, the roars spanning hundreds of thousands of miles, crashing into Lu Chen's very marrow.

"I'd rather die than kneel before the immortals!"

That was the unyielding spirit of the people who survived the Great Wilderness for ten thousand years.

"Did you hear that?" Lu Chen stared intently at the bronze gate in the sky, the veins on his neck bulging.

The Supreme Blood Furnace in his chest cavity stopped roaring at this moment and exploded into dust!

This isn't going astray; it's a complete rebirth after breaking free from the cocoon.

"You bunch of high and mighty bastards, treating human lives like disposable resources, and you call this the law of heaven?"

Lu Chen took a deep breath. He inhaled so deeply that he blew out the air from within dozens of miles around the mining area, creating a brief vacuum.

"Screw your rules!"

boom!

The black skin on Lu Chen's body cracked instantly, and countless dazzling dark gold patterns emanated directly from his bone marrow.

"Iron Shirt! The 10,001st Floor!"

"One hundred thousand floors!"

"One million floors!"

With Lu Chen's extremely rough roar, his blood and qi were like a dark golden sun that suddenly exploded on the ground, instantly illuminating the night sky of the entire Dongxuan Prefecture.

Above his broad back, a towering, ancient, primordial god's phantom, tens of thousands of feet tall and reaching to the heavens, suddenly took shape. The phantom had no facial features, yet it exuded a ferocious battle intent that seemed capable of shattering all gods and demons.

A million layers of Iron Shirt, the Undying Realm of the Desolate God!

The surrounding space could not withstand the death gravity field emanating from his physical body, and it made a creaking sound like large pieces of glass shattering, with numerous cracks spreading out in the void.

Lu Chen ripped off the black iron chain on his arm and slammed his large black iron hand down on the 110,000-jin (approximately 65,000 kg) Primordial Ferocious Bone Stele at his feet.

"You worthless rocks of Kyushu, stop playing dead! Get your asses over here!"

With his earth-shattering roar, the land of the Great Wilderness and the Nine Provinces trembled violently.

The "Enlightenment Stele" in the Immortal Alliance Square of Zhongtian Prefecture, the "City-Suppressing Stele" in the Fire Palace of Nanli Prefecture to suppress the fire veins, the "Wordless Broken Stele" in the ancient battlefield of the Western Wilderness...

The eight fragments of the ancient desolate stele, whose names had been changed and whose origins erased by the immortals, shattered the main hall of the immortal sect upon hearing this summons. They traveled across millions of miles with a long sonic boom cloud and crashed heavily into the seventh mining area.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The eight broken pieces of the stele fell like meteorites, striking the main stele in Lu Chen's hand with perfect accuracy.

A blinding purple light flashed, and a colossal monument, hundreds of feet tall and covered with rich ancient and primordial patterns, appeared out of nowhere.

The weight skyrocketed to one million jin!

The true Heaven-Suppressing Desolate Stele is complete!

Lu Chen spread his arms wide, his thick muscles bulging to the point of bursting, and directly shouldered the enormous weight of a million pounds on his right shoulder.

He bent his knees slightly.

"My dear, hold on tight. I'll take you to heaven and smash that damn door down."

A-Nan buried her face in Lu Chen's firm chest muscles, grabbed his clothes with her little hands, and nodded vigorously.

Boom—!

Lu Chen exerted force with both legs. The black iron ore vein beneath the seventh mining area was directly crushed into dust by his stomp, and a huge pit, hundreds of feet in diameter and bottomless, collapsed into the ground.

Lu Chen was like a dark golden meteor defying the heavens, carrying a million-pound desolate monument, smashing through layers of sound barriers, soaring straight into the sky, and charging headlong towards the enormous Nine Heavens Gate.

"How dare you! You lowly peasants dare to offend the Emperor!"

Through the cracks in the Heavenly Gate, several phantom figures of true immortals, their bodies shrouded in dazzling celestial light, were enraged.

Hundreds upon hundreds of world-destroying divine lightning bolts, each as thick as a water vat, crashed down on Lu Chen like a reversed waterfall of thunder, engulfing the entire area.

"I'm not only going to touch you, I'm going to stomp your faces into the mud!"

Lu Chen didn't dodge at all. Relying solely on his indestructible body forged from a million layers of iron armor, he forcefully rammed his chest into the lightning waterfall. The divine lightning struck him, and the moment his flesh exploded, it was repaired by his extremely terrifying pure yang blood, leaving not even a trace of pause.

What is the Ultimate Path? The Ultimate Path is my physical body, which is harder than the bullshit laws of you fake immortals!

In the blink of an eye, Lu Chen had already rushed to the front of the Nine Heavens Gate.

He gripped the base of the Heaven-Suppressing Desolate Stele with both hands, and with a sudden twist of the dark gold tendons on his waist and abdomen, he swung the immense weight of a million jin along with the boundless desolate blood power within his body into a perfect crescent arc.

This attack had no fancy spellcasting animations, no runes flying everywhere.

Only the purest, most ruthless strength!

boom--! ! !

The colossal monument, carrying the fury of millions of ordinary people in the Great Wilderness, slammed heavily onto the bronze gate of the Nine Heavens.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

All the mortals, cultivators, and barbarian tribes who looked up at the sky held their breath and stared blankly at the sky.

next second.

Click.

A crisp cracking sound came from the unreachable sky.

The Nine Heavens Gate, which symbolized the absolute rule of the immortals and oppressed the Great Wilderness and the Nine Provinces for countless eras, was forcibly smashed open in the middle, creating a deep crack.

Immediately afterwards, the cracks spread wildly like a spider web.

Rumble!

The colossal Heavenly Gate collapsed with a deafening roar from the terrified immortals behind it!

The celestial light filled the sky like a popped soap bubble, shattering into specks of golden light. Large chunks of bronze debris, trailing long flames, crashed down from the heavens.

The passage to the Immortal Realm was completely destroyed. The bloodsucking chains stuck in the land of Kyushu instantly lost their source, transforming into pure spiritual energy of creation, which nourished this land that had been parched for ten thousand years.

The sky cleared up.

The crimson clouds that had been pressing down on everyone's heads dissipated completely, revealing a clear, cloudless starry sky.

Lu Chen carried the Zhen Tian Huang Stele, its surface already covered with cracks, and with a gust of wind, landed heavily on the ruins of the Seventh Mining Area.

He was emitting white, hot steam from his entire body, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

A-Nan peeked her little head out from the tattered wolfskin pouch. She stretched out her delicate white hand and gently wiped the black blood from Lu Chen's chin.

"Hey big guy, the door's broken. The bad guys from the sky fell down, so they won't be coming to play claw machines anymore, right?"

Lu Chen grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth.

He turned around, looking at the veterans, young men, and survivors behind him who were stunned for a moment before bursting into thunderous cheers, and then looked up at the distant western wilderness.

"That's right." Lu Chen laughed heartily, casually slamming the million-pound Zhentian Desolate Stele into the mud, creating a deep pit. "These rotten rules in the heavens have been smashed into mud by me."

He raised his rough, large, black iron hand and gently ruffled A-Nan's pigtails.

"From this day forward, the rules of this Great Wilderness Nine Provinces will be determined by us, the people of this lower land!"

(End of the book)