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The miasma forest surrounding Duanxian Mountain.

The sticky mud was ankle-deep, and thick, tangled vines stretched across the forest path, completely blocking the already difficult mountain trail.

Song Que carried his flying sword and walked at the front. The inner sect team following behind him was stuck in the quagmire, and every step forward was extremely difficult.

The power of the Azure Sky Sword Sect's Heaven-Locking Array began to manifest. The array forcibly sealed off Broken Immortal Mountain, completely severing the earth's veins in the area. The surrounding spiritual energy was completely drained, leaving not even a single drop of excess moisture in the air.

The flying swords beneath the feet of several lower-level disciples, which had originally gleamed with abundant azure true energy, now appeared dull and lifeless, the array patterns on their blades completely extinguished.

Clang!

The flying sword lost its levitation ability and crashed heavily into the mud. Several disciples were caught off guard and fell directly from mid-air, getting their mouths full of foul-smelling black mud.

"Sir, the spiritual energy in this area is completely depleted!" A young disciple wiped the mud from his face and awkwardly tried to pull out the flying sword stuck in the mud pit. "Even our true energy can't circulate smoothly, how are we supposed to search the mountain?"

Song Que stopped and turned around.

Before he could even open his mouth to reprimand them, several furious roars suddenly came from the dark bushes.

The Heaven-Locking Formation brutally drained the life force of the mountains and forests, driving the low-level demonic beasts hiding in the shadows mad. Two first-level Rift-Toothed Leopards suddenly leaped out from behind the withered vines.

The two beasts, their eyes bloodshot, opened their gaping maws covered in barbs and lunged at the two immortal disciples who had not yet gotten up from the ground.

The fangs pierced through the magnificent Taoist robes and tore at their calves.

The two disciples were in excruciating pain, their faces contorted as they hurriedly formed hand seals in front of their chests, attempting to unleash a wind blade technique to retaliate.

The wind blade, which could normally slice through a tree as thick as a man's embrace with a flick of its finger, only produced a faint wisp of air, no longer than a little finger, in this desolate place devoid of spiritual energy.

The soft airflow struck the leopard's thick hide, but it had less than half its usual power, instantly dissipating into nothingness.

"Why aren't my spells working! Help!"

The disciple let out a piercing scream. He had no choice but to abandon his hand seals, frantically drawing his longsword for self-defense from his waist, and engaging the raging beast in a primal hand-to-hand combat in the mud. Sharp claws tore three deep, bone-revealing gashes into his face.

Song Que stood coldly to the side.

He watched as his men were pounced on by the demonic beasts, listening to their desperate cries. Those sect elites who were usually so arrogant were now covered in foul-smelling mud and blood on their immortal robes.

Having lost their advantage in spiritual energy, these cultivators, in such a harsh environment, were actually no match for the rough and unsophisticated hunters of the mortal realm. Their wretched state stirred a sense of irritation within Song Que.

The scene shifts back to the deepest, most silent valley of Broken Immortal Mountain.

Lu Chen sat cross-legged beside the hard, dry boulder.

He extended his right hand, and above the tip of his index finger, a drop of crystal-clear blood steadily floated. This drop of blood emitted an astonishingly hot temperature, causing the surrounding air to distort slightly.

It was he who exhausted the immortal laws within that century-old Blood Marrow Vine, forcibly refining it with the help of the Extreme Dao Furnace to extract pure vitality.

Lu Chen deliberately slowed his breathing. He completely suppressed the violent and malevolent aura emanating from his body, afraid that this savage energy would offend the little girl in front of him.

The large hand that could crush a flying sword with its bare hands was now moving extremely gently.

Lu Chen tilted his fingertip slightly and accurately dripped the drop of blood into A-Nan's slightly open mouth.

Pure blood down the throat.

A-Nan's body, curled up in the wolf skin, suddenly trembled violently.

A surge of vibrant life force coursed through her throat and flowed directly into her limbs and bones. The medicinal power, refined through extreme methods, exploded forth. The previously dull and rough skin and flesh of Anan began to undergo a dramatic transformation.

Large swaths of dead skin peeled away. Beneath, newly grown muscles were warm and resilient, radiating a powerful vitality. The reorganization of the new bones was quietly completed within this young body, soothing all the wounds left by the Immortal Sect.

A-Nan slowly sat up from the wolf skin.

Her eyes were still veiled by a thick white film, and she could see nothing. But in this quiet cave, her mind was drawn by some mysterious, shared bloodline.

That is the bond rooted in the deepest part of the Extreme Path bloodline.

Without hesitation, A-Nan turned her face toward the location of Xuan Ni City with remarkable accuracy.

"The big rock is crying, it is calling out."

A-Nan opened her little mouth, and her tender voice echoed softly in the empty cave, her tone revealing a hint of incomprehension and confusion.

Lu Chen frowned slightly upon hearing this.

Without hesitation, he stood up and strode toward the 30,000-jin (approximately 15,000 kg) mother stele blocking the entrance to the cave.

Lu Chen placed his large palm on the rough black stone surface. He keenly noticed that the ancient, desolate patterns on the monument were flickering, rising and falling with the resonance of the distant desolate blood.

A faint yet unusually violent tremor emanated from within the mother monument. This tremor was clearly a response to some intense fluctuation coming from the direction of Xuanni City.

Lu Chen's brows furrowed even deeper.

The focus shifts back to the ruins of the array's core in Xuanni City.

The commander had completely transformed into a berserk monster that had lost its mind. His distorted and deformed face loomed over the array master high above the ruins.

The black iron boots shattered the white jade steps, and the massive body, carrying a suffocating stench of blood, smashed violently into the air in front of it.

The formation master turned pale with fright and frantically formed hand seals, hastily erecting a pale blue protective aura.

The commander had absolutely no intention of avoiding it.

His dantian had already been bursting with the power of the ultimate qi and blood, so he didn't use a single bit of true essence. Relying entirely on his brute force body, which had been forcibly modified by the power of the ultimate, he swung his right arm in a circle and delivered a straight punch that landed squarely on the protective aura.

"Snap!"

With a piercing cracking sound, the spiritual light that was strong enough to block a full-force attack from a Qi Refining stage cultivator was instantly smashed and covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

The array master was terrified and was preparing to burn his life essence to repair the array patterns. The commander gave him no chance to catch his breath.

Those thick, large hands broke through the crumbling light barrier defense, and ten horny fingers gripped the array master's left shoulder tightly.

A burst of brute force erupted from his arm.

The commander let out a beastly roar and yanked his arms outwards.

A dull thud as flesh tore apart echoed through the ruins. The commander had ripped the array master's left arm, along with large chunks of flesh and veins, right off his shoulder!

"Aaaaaah!"

The array master let out a blood-curdling scream.

Without the protection of formations and spells, the cultivator's physical body was extremely fragile. Scalding blood gushed out like a fountain from the mangled, severed arm.

The pungent smell of blood gushed down, staining the white jade steps, a symbol of the absolute majesty of the immortal sects, a glaring crimson. The lofty boundary between immortals and mortals was shattered to pieces by the pure savagery of this mortal warrior.

The edge of the large pit below.

The Xuan Tie guards who usually swaggered around the outer city were all terrified.

They watched helplessly as the seemingly unapproachable inner city array master was torn apart in public, their faces ashen. They could barely hold their spears, and dozens of fully armed guards stood frozen in place. Even the thought of intervening or fleeing was shattered by this bloody and horrific scene.

Beneath the ruins, in an inconspicuous, dark corner.

Li Laosi's face was half covered in black mud, and he was curled up behind a pile of broken jade fragments. He gripped the blood-stained pig-slaughtering knife tightly in his hand.

Looking at the chaotic scene on the high platform, and at the group of lackeys of the immortal sects who didn't even dare to resist, this lowly butcher's breathing became incredibly heavy. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to break his ribs.

He is very clear.

The perfect opportunity to create chaos and take the old farmer with his broken spine away has arrived.