Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

A burst of sword light descended.

Three hundred sword beams, trailing sharp flames, tore through the thick clouds at the edge of the Great Wilderness. All three hundred elite sword cultivators of the Azure Sky Sword Sect were present. Ten late-stage Foundation Establishment elders, mounted on their swords, held the foremost position in the formation.

At the very center of the battle formation, two second-tier flying spirit beasts pulled a massive bronze chariot, hovering high in the sky outside the boundary of the poisonous zone. A crimson banner stood atop the chariot. Intricate defensive arrays on the banner lit up one after another, and the overwhelming pressure of a Core Formation stage magic weapon poured out without restraint, causing the treetops below to snap. This imposing formation was enough to demonstrate the breathtaking resources and power of a prestigious sect.

The Grand Elder, leading the group, stood with his hands behind his back at the front of the chariot. Before he could give the order, the two second-tier spirit beasts pulling the chariot suddenly convulsed violently. The two furry creatures emitted extremely uneasy and mournful cries from their throats, their huge fleshy wings flapping wildly in mid-air. Completely disregarding the beast-taming iron rings around their necks that were tearing their flesh, they desperately retreated, refusing to move even half an inch closer.

The beast's instincts sensed danger. The canyon ahead was a death trap, completely isolated from the laws of immortality.

The Grand Elder's eyes narrowed slightly. His gaze swept across the terrain ahead, and he instantly discerned the unusual phenomena of the laws of heaven and earth.

He wasn't annoyed; he had already mentally rehearsed the tactics. Since he was a pure body cultivator, he naturally had to target areas devoid of spiritual energy and magic, thereby negating the range advantage of immortal sect spells.

"Great Wilderness Spirit-Severing Zone! Stop flying swords! Land and form an array!" The Grand Elder shouted without any hesitation.

He slapped his storage pouch at his waist with his backhand: "Spirit Stones, activate the Spirit Gathering Array!"

Nine high-level array flags, engraved with advanced spirit-gathering runes, were released from his hand and firmly embedded themselves in nine locations in mid-air.

The three hundred sword cultivators moved in perfect unison. Each of them pulled out handfuls of mid-grade spirit stones from their jade pouches and crushed them on the spot with their true essence. A massive amount of spirit stone powder exploded in mid-air, completely drained by the great formation. A torrent of pure spiritual energy erupted from the formation plate, forcefully pushing away the foul-smelling miasma at the edge of the Great Wilderness.

A miniature spiritual energy domain, covering an area of ​​hundreds of feet in radius, suddenly rose up.

This is the most effective tactic for major immortal sects to deal with the Great Wilderness. Since there is no spiritual energy in the world, they simply burn money and use spirit stones to forcibly create a Daoist temple belonging to the immortals.

With this barrier of laws providing a safety net, the sword cultivators, who had just felt discouraged due to the lack of spiritual energy, immediately regained their lofty pride. Holding their longswords, they stepped on this abundant spiritual energy that had been created out of thin air, maintaining a strict sword formation, and advanced step by step into the depths of the canyon.

The chariots slowly advanced, following the battle formation.

The Grand Elder looked down from his high vantage point at the narrow, mist-shrouded pass of the One-Line Sky Gorge. He deliberately channeled his inner energy, amplifying his voice dozens of times, which echoed back and forth between the steep mountain walls on either side.

"You savage brute! Don't think you can save your life by hiding in this desolate and spiritless land!" The Grand Elder raised his hand and pointed at the Core Formation stage array banner above his head, sneering loudly.

His voice was filled with absolute confidence. Cultivators fight battles in such desolate and dangerous places by overwhelming their resources.

"We created this domain using fragments of an entire low-grade spiritual vein as our foundation! Within this artificial azure sky, even without unleashing our killing moves, we can drain your savage blood dry!"

The army continued its advance. They were less than half a mile from the canyon entrance.

Suddenly, a heavy, heart-pounding sound of violently surging blood and qi emanated from the poisonous fog ahead.

A wave of pure Yang heat surged up from the ground and crashed directly into the mist, tearing a huge gash in the poisonous miasma that had been obscuring the view.

The fog completely dissipated.

The very center of the narrow passage.

A massive stone tablet, weighing 30,000 jin (approximately 15,000 kg), charred black by lightning, stood upright. Most of its heavy body had been shoved deep into the solid granite foundation by immense force.

Lu Chen was shirtless. Thick, century-old black iron chains wrapped tightly around his broad chest three times, binding A'Nan, who was wrapped in the Youfeng wolf skin, firmly in his arms.

He sat atop the massive black monument, his broad back ramrod straight, a man who single-handedly suppressed this strategic pass.

The elder on the chariot saw the scene before him and his chest heaved violently.

That was the supreme treasure of the Azure Sky Sword Sect, representing its unparalleled majesty! This magical artifact, engraved with ancient array patterns, was now being used as a stool by this body cultivator who came from the lowest ranks of mining slaves!

The three hundred elite sword cultivators around them were filled with rage, an indescribable sense of humiliation rising to their very core. These were elite members of a prestigious immortal sect, leading an expedition with the resources to suppress an entire province, only to be looked down upon by a peasant without even a spiritual root, sitting atop their sect's most prized possession!

What a shame!

Through the gaps in the wolf skin, A-Nan's little hand tightly gripped one of Lu Chen's abdominal muscles.

"Heavy, the people outside are angry." Relying on her revived spiritual eyes, the little girl sensed hundreds of sharp killing intents ahead. "My qi and blood are in disarray."

"Let them run wild." Lu Chen patted the wolf skin lightly twice with his large black hand. "Hundreds of spineless cowards together are still spineless cowards."

A-Nan obediently hummed in agreement and buried her head even deeper into Lu Chen's warm chest.

Lu Chen slowly opened his eyelids.

His dark red eyes flashed with an extremely arrogant and contemptuous light. He stretched his thick neck, his knuckles making a crisp sound.

"You think you can save your life by creating a fake sky with a broken stone?" Lu Chen shouted, his rough voice directly crushing the opponent's array roar.

He extended a thick finger and pointed it at the elder on the chariot from a distance.

"Your ridiculous rules from the immortal realm don't work here! Without this fake energy, you can't even walk properly!"

This blunt truth hit the cultivators right where it hurt.

Enraged, the three hundred elite warriors' true energy surged backward, their blood and qi churning in their chests. The sword formation above their heads emitted a sharp, piercing buzz due to the caster's intense emotional fluctuations.

The Grand Elder gripped the chariot railings tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white. Cultivators have always prided themselves on absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, regarding brute force as an uncivilized and barbaric act. Now, to have their absolute dependence on external laws exposed to their face was even more painful than being slapped in the face.

Countless tangible killing intents completely locked onto the broken giant monument and the iron tower body sitting on it.

"Form ranks! Slay this fiend!" The Grand Elder, without further ado, issued the order to kill him in a stern voice.

Lu Chen completely ignored the chaotic sword energy darting around in mid-air.

He leaped directly from the top of the monument, his two large iron boots landing firmly on the ground, once again creating large cracks in the earth.

Then, he turned around and grabbed the edge of the stone groove at the bottom of the large black stele with his large, rough hand.

The Thousand-Layer Iron Shirt's ultimate blood furnace was activated at full power. Dark golden wild patterns flashed continuously on the black skin. Lu Chen's bones and muscles emitted a series of muffled thunderous explosions.

A thick plume of pure yang energy shot up from the top of his head, directly scorching and distorting the air above.

Facing the massive army of cultivators waiting in mid-air, Lu Chen's arm muscles bulged wildly, his strength surging. He stared intently at the miniature domain built from spirit stones, preparing to unleash his purest 100,000 jin of brute force to blast away the artificial sky pressing down on him!