Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Lu Chen sat cross-legged on the cold stone slab of the cave. The battle just now had drained him of his strength, and he desperately needed to recover and rebuild his health.

His gaze swept over the pile of high-grade storage bags beside him. He didn't touch the ordinary ones, but grabbed the high-grade jade pouch with the deepest Dao essence, engraved with the life rune of the Golden Core Grand Elder.

This thing still retains a layer of extremely ferocious divine sense iron lock. If an ordinary cultivator were to touch it, they would be turned into an idiot by the backlash of the sword intent.

But this is the Great Wilderness. Without the rich spiritual energy of Zhongtianzhou to nourish it, this usually invincible divine sense barrier has long since become withered and dull.

Lu Chen didn't care about any method of breaking the formation by peeling back layers.

His chest suddenly bulged, and pure yang energy surged outwards along his upper arm. The large, black hand, like a giant iron clamp, clamped tightly around both ends of the jade pouch.

He clenched his fist tightly. The terrifying pressure of his 100,000-pound ultimate physical body erupted!

"Smash it for me!"

With a loud crack, the iron lock of divine sense, which was said to be unbreakable below the Core Formation stage, was shattered on the spot by this pure brute force.

The storage space, having lost the protection of the array, instantly shattered, and a ring of violent spatial turbulence was about to rage outwards along the crack.

On Lu Chen's thick, powerful arm, the countless tendons of the Extreme Dao suddenly sprang up, and he slapped down. The overwhelming, almost monstrous force of flesh and blood instantly calmed the turbulent current.

Using the spatial rift that hadn't completely collapsed yet, Lu Chen's rough hand reached straight in.

The room was filled with the treasures that the Grand Elder had accumulated throughout his life. He didn't even glance at the clutter around the perimeter, but went straight to the deepest part and pulled out several boxes that were tightly sealed with top-grade jade.

In good condition.

The box lid was violently flicked off by a thumb.

A dazzling light shone in the dark cave, and the rich aroma of medicine instantly dispelled the surrounding sulfur smell.

Inside were several bottles of exquisitely crafted pills, each engraved with intricate spirit-gathering patterns.

Lu Chen glanced at it, exhaling a heavy breath, clearly disdainful. This piece of junk, refined with alchemical fire, was full of alchemical poison and the empty, intricate laws of cultivators.

His gaze fell upon a thousand-year-old warm jade box that had been kept at the bottom of his trunk.

As soon as the lid was lifted, three ancient herbs, their surfaces covered with ancient patterns and emitting a yellowish aura, lay quietly inside. These were "Millennial Earth Marrow Ganoderma," containing the boundless essence of the earth.

"This is it."

Lu Chen grabbed the three thousand-year-old sacred herbs that people would fight tooth and nail to get their hands on. Without even brushing off the dirt and grime, he opened his mouth wide and stuffed them all inside.

Cultivators emphasize using a furnace to gently nurture the essence, along with a master craftsman and his assistants, to slowly refine it over several months. He, however, disregarded all of that.

He clenched his two rows of large front teeth tightly.

quack!

A crisp chewing sound rang out. This priceless treasure was chewed to a pulp like dry firewood and roughly swallowed. This kind of gluttonous chewing of a peony is an absolute trampling on the refined principles of the immortals!

The dregs of the medicine fell into his stomach. The Extreme Blood Furnace roared to life.

The violent, millennia-old medicinal power exploded instantly, transforming into a ferocious, earth-yellow dragon that tried to surge upwards along the meridians.

"Trying to turn the world upside down?"

Lu Chen's large abdominal muscles suddenly tightened inward, and the thousands of tendons formed a net that instantly stopped the frenzied medicinal earth dragon.

The Qi and Blood Millstone grinded and crushed everything. All impurities and excess spiritual energy were crushed and expelled.

A moment later, Lu Chen extended his thick, long thumb and forefinger.

A drop of pure, amber-like elixir was forced onto the fingertip. All the violent components had been removed from this drop, leaving only the purest, most abundant life force.

But this thing was made by boiling with the purest Yang fire, and at this moment it was like a drop of boiling magma, so hot that even the air was distorting.

Lu Chen looked at the unconscious A'nan in his arms. The little girl's body was already so frail; if she were to come into contact with this scalding hot medicine, her internal organs would be cooked instantly.

He took a deep breath and held it.

Veins bulged on his forehead; he had forcibly reversed the pure yang energy surging within his body.

A sharp, surging pain, as if being cut by tens of thousands of blades simultaneously, suddenly surged through his meridians, and sweat poured out of his forehead.

But he didn't utter a single word.

An extremely yin energy was forced out from the depths of his bone marrow, spiraling down his arm to his fingertips.

In the blink of an eye, the scalding hot liquid, like lava, was rapidly cooled by this extremely yin energy. The heat dissipated, leaving it as cool as jade.

Lu Chen then carefully leaned over and gently placed a drop of the thousand-year-old medicine on A-Nan's dry, chapped, and pale lips.

The moment the life force entered her mouth, the faint glow of her jade bones, which had been completely dimmed, immediately shone brightly again, like rain after a long drought.

The shriveled flesh quickly regenerated, and the little girl's originally pale face finally regained a touch of color.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Anan slowly opened her eyes, which were covered by a white film.

Her small, bloodied hand instinctively reached out and grabbed Lu Chen's hard arm.

"It's heavy, but my back doesn't hurt anymore."

The little girl's soft, sweet voice echoed in the cave, carrying a tender and endearing quality.

Upon hearing this, the huge weight that had been hanging over Lu Chen's heart finally lifted.

He extended his broad thumb and gently wiped away the last bit of dirt from A-Nan's cheek.

A wide grin spread across his face, which was covered in stubble.

"I'm completely healed." Lu chuckled deeply, his rough voice brimming with confidence. "Don't complain about the pain. If I punched that cliff outside right now, it would shatter it!"

A-Nan obediently hummed in agreement and snuggled her little head into his arms.

Lu Chen gently settled her down beside him, wrapping her tightly in a thick, dark wolfskin to make a small quilt.

Turning around, he strode to the [Suppressing Heaven Desolate Bone Primordial Evil Stele], weighing 60,000 jin, which was hidden behind the peeled stone shell.

The large black monument stood silently in the mud, its surface interwoven with scarlet and dark patterns, exuding a fierce and restless aura.

Lu Chen raised his right arm and pressed his large hand onto the surface of the monument.

As his blood and qi surged, he forced out a drop of supreme essence blood from his heart and sent it directly into the deepest core of the crimson-black monument through his palm.

"Buzz—!"

The ominous monument suddenly erupted with a deep, resonant roar.

Immediately afterwards, an immense and unparalleled flood of memories, like a burst dam, poured violently down his arm into Lu Chen's mind.

The illusions in my mind exploded.

That was the boundless land of ancient times. The sky was a blinding blood red.

The billions of human cultivators were naked from the waist up, their muscles bulging like mountains, their bodies covered with dark golden barbaric patterns.

They let out roars that shattered the heavens, and with their pure flesh and blood, they carried up the desolate black monuments of bones that were like towering towers.

The colossal monument swept across the sky, crushing the clouds! Those high and mighty immortals who thought they had mastered the laws were forcibly smashed down from the sky by these human ancestors.

The immortal blood poured down like a torrential rain, mercilessly slamming the mangled bodies into deep pits in the earth by the giant monument, crushing them to pieces.

This is a bloody era belonging to the ultimate body cultivators!

The scene shifted rapidly, eventually traversing endless time and space, converging in the very center of the Great Wilderness Nine Provinces—Zhongtian Province!

Deep beneath that prosperous and sacred ancestral temple of the immortal sect lies an endless sea of ​​blood that connects to the netherworld.

There was no spiritual energy there, only churning, boiling blood.

In that land, which was firmly suppressed by the thick earth veins, lay the skeletal remains of countless ancient ancestors of the ultimate path.

Lu Chen suddenly opened his eyes, his dark red pupils shooting out a terrifying, fierce light.

This place is the very secret that the Lord of Xuanni City cried out in despair before he was trampled to death—"The Blood Tomb of Ten Thousand Years"!

The moment he came into contact with this source, Lu Chen completely understood the truth.

The Nine Provinces Immortal Alliance has been hunting down body cultivators all over the world for years, not only because they fear the backlash of the extreme path, but also because the ten-thousand-year-old blood tomb contains something that can overturn the foundation of the immortal sect.

His ancient forbidden body, which had traversed ten thousand layers of extreme paths, along with the large black stele on his back stained with the blood of ancient immortals, was the only flesh and blood key that the Nine Provinces Immortal Alliance both deeply feared and coveted, yet also attempted to use to forcibly open that ancient blood tomb!

"Using me as a key?" Lu Chen sneered, his teeth grinding together. "I'll smash your locks and the door to pieces!"

At this moment, the medicinal residue of the three thousand-year-old Earth Marrow Fungus in his stomach was finally completely digested by the Extreme Blood Furnace.

Lu Chen felt an intense itch on his back.

He shrugged slightly on his broad shoulders, and the hard scabs formed from the large patches of rotten flesh on his back crumbled and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

The newly grown skin membrane has a deep, dark black color with faint dark gold ancient patterns flowing on it, and its toughness has increased several times over compared to before!

The 100,000-pound physique of his entire body reached its peak fullness at this moment.

The tendons are as strong as dragons, and the blood and qi are as vast as the sea!

However, after the extreme fullness, Lu Chen felt an indescribable sense of oppression and suffocation.

It was a kind of physiological hunger, like drawing a sword and looking around in bewilderment.

He had completely filled the upper limit of the Thousand Layer Iron Shirt technique with pure Yang Qi and blood, reaching a dead end where he could not advance any further.

The dark gold bones inside his body emitted a grinding sound that made his teeth ache.

This physical body was like a ferocious beast driven mad by extreme hunger, roaring and rampaging wildly within its meridians.

It desperately craves the next level of the ultimate path diagram; it needs even more extreme pressure and more violent flesh-and-blood reshaping!

"You've reached the end of the road? Then take some iron and forge a new one for me!"

To prepare for the life-or-death situation of a future invasion of Zhongtianzhou, 100,000 jin of brute force would be far from enough.

Lu Chen turned his head, his icy gaze falling directly on the pile of odds and ends that had been poured out of the jade pouch beside him.

His gaze was fixed on a core treasure the size of a fist, radiating a deep-sea glow.

This is the Grand Elder's treasured artifact for refining weapons—"Ten Thousand Years of Submerged Sea Mystic Crystal".

It's only the size of a palm, but it's heavy enough to crush a small hill.

Lu Chen grinned widely and grabbed the Xuan Crystal with his large black hand.

Since the physical body has reached its bottleneck, let's forcefully add another unimaginable death factor to this 60,000-jin (30,000 kg) fierce monument!