Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Hundreds of thousands of miles away lies the desolate Western Wilderness.

This is a desolate, pale desert where the sun and moon never meet. Thick, sticky fog hangs like tattered cotton, pressing down on the ground.

Li Laosi, carrying his tattered machete riddled with chips, walked at the very front.

The man number sixty following behind him was covered in stiff, foul-smelling crocodile skin armor.

This group of people waded through the fog for three days and three nights.

Completely cut off from common sense, unable to distinguish east from west. The dry soil beneath our feet was as dry as a kiln that had been fired to its limit, kicking up clouds of white ash with every step. Everyone's palms and soles were cracked and bleeding profusely.

This place is extremely eerie.

Not even the ugliest mud bug can be seen. Everything has vanished.

The wind blowing in was devoid of any vitality; it carried only an overwhelming sense of death, weathered by millions of years. This heavy historical resentment seeped straight into the lungs through the nasal cavity.

The men were panting heavily, as if a heavy stone was pressing on their chests.

Some people had such dry throats that they were coughing heavily.

"Fourth Brother, this godforsaken place is so stuffy even breathing is difficult. Have we gone the wrong way?"

Li Laosi stopped and slapped the man on the back of the head.

He ripped open the crocodile skin on his chest, revealing a scarred chest.

Where the heart should be beating, the "small blood furnace" that formed after drinking the bowl of wild blood bestowed by Lu Chenchun is now in an extremely hot state!

It wasn't just him.

The sixty men behind them were all the same.

Each of them clutched their chest, the skin burning red from the scalding blood beneath. Every pulse throbbed, all pointing frantically towards the west. Such a powerful physical constraint would surely have withered the Dao heart of even the most virtuous cultivators who valued tranquility and detachment.

But for these lowly bloodsuckers, this is their destiny!

"Don't worry about which way this evil wind is blowing! And don't worry about any of that bullshit direction!"

Li Laosi plunged the rough bone spear in his hand into the dry, hard Gobi Desert, sending up a cloud of white dust.

"Feel your chests, everyone!"

"Follow the blood of these passionate warriors! The spark given by our benefactor won't lie! It's the warmth emanating from the very bones of our ancient ancestors, calling us forward!"

The men gritted their teeth, their eyes flashing with a savage red light.

Without any further hesitation, the more than sixty people braved the deadly fog and recklessly pushed their way forward.

I don't know how far it will extend.

Suddenly, a heavy, dark wind swept up ahead.

The wind was extremely fierce, and it forcefully split the thick white curtain in front of them in two.

Suddenly, the view opened up.

Sixty peasants, all disabled and from the mud, stopped in their tracks. Everyone gasped, their eyes widening in shock.

Before us lay a bottomless pit!

The pit had sunk hundreds of feet deep underground, and was extremely wide and thick. The bottom of the pit was a dark red, charred wasteland, exuding an inextinguishable, primordial hatred.

The men stood on the edge and looked down, feeling a chill run down their spines.

In this enormous scorched crater, there are thousands upon thousands of thick bones, each several meters tall, piled up and leaning over!

These bones were ridiculously large, and had an eerie golden and dark red color.

Even after being exposed to wind and rain for tens of millions of years, each of its major bones still bears shocking scars from being broken off by celestial lightning and cleaved in mid-air by giant blades!

This is the ancient battlefield where the ancient human race cultivated their bodies! It is the burial ground of our ancestors!

An overwhelming and indomitable killing intent permeated this deep pit.

That was the ultimate resentment of ancient body cultivators towards the Heavenly Dao and immortals, and also the lingering ferocity that oppressed all living beings.

In the group, several men from the lower classes who had just broken through to the next level and were still physically weak were unable to withstand the lingering power of history.

The joints in his legs creaked under the strain.

Their knees buckled, and they were about to kneel down uncontrollably towards the deep pit.

Li Laosi's eyes twitched violently as he strode over.

He used his palms, as big as palm fans, to strike with both hands.

"Slap! Slap!"

The slaps were so hard that they made the men bleed from the corners of their mouths and forced them to fall to the ground from their kneeling positions.

Li Laosi grabbed one of the men by the crocodile skin collar and lifted him up by force.

"You all better stand your ground!"

He yelled at everyone in a hoarse voice, spitting everywhere.

"Let me tell you! Our benefactor said that we body cultivators are born with this great back that cannot be bent even slightly towards the sky or those old immortals!"

"Our forefathers died here, standing up! Anyone who dares to cower and kneel here, I'll chop off their legs first!"

The man who was being scolded blushed, gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger, but stubbornly straightened his back.

Li Laosi's two slaps restored the iron backbone of this group of disabled people.

Having regained his footing, Li Laosi fixed his gaze on the very core of the deep pit.

At the very bottom, there is a massive, imperishable black gold rock that has stood the test of time for thousands of years.

At the top of the rock, a weapon was stuck at an angle.

It was an ancient, broken long spear.

Although it was broken in half, the bronze spear shaft was still as thick as a child's waist. It was covered with mottled old green rust.

Upon closer inspection, the surface of this spear faintly displays extremely rare and dense patterns that share the same origin and root as the black stele on Lu Chen's back!

The moment I saw the spear clearly.

Li Laosi's blood was boiling so hard it almost burst through his chest!

"The weapons of our ancestors..."

His eyes were bloodshot; he was willing to risk his life.

He threw away the bone spear in his hand and leaped into the air.

He slid wildly down the edge of the pit, hundreds of feet high, along the charred, steep slope.

Sharp rocks tore at the soles of his feet and back, but he didn't even flinch.

With his massive, muscular body crashing to the bottom, Li Laosi charged towards the Black Gold Rock like a ravenous beast.

He stretched out his thick, strong hand and gripped the ancient, broken iron spear tightly!

The rough palm had just touched the spear shaft.

The absolute will of the Great Dao, which was used by this ancient weapon to deliver the final blow to the Great Immortal with its broken spear, suddenly erupted at the bottom of the giant pit.

There were no earth-shattering explosions to disturb the evil spirits of the outer wilderness.

This power is extremely well-controlled!

Within a radius of a hundred feet, it transformed into a pure aura of hatred. The thick fog falling from the sky, upon contact with this aura, instantly turned into steam, being forcibly dried up and reduced to nothingness!

"Click...click..."

As Li Laosi exerted force with his arm, the thick layer of old green rust on the surface of the spear began to crack and peel off in large pieces.

It crashed into the hard rock, revealing the true nature of its inner layers.

It was a dark brown, fierce substance of extremely high purity and ancient simplicity, like a red-hot iron that could never be fully heated!

Immediately afterwards, from deep within the spear shaft, a wisp of the purest and most domineering primordial body cultivator's essence blood, preserved from the ancient times, violently pierced into Li Laosi's meridians through the rust-slashed palm!

"ah--!"

Li Laosi raised his head and let out a deafening roar.

This primordial blood essence is too violent!

In that instant, all the muscles in his body suddenly doubled in size. The veins on his chest and back bulged out.

The massive tendons, like thick, giant pythons, were frantically twisting and writhing beneath the skin.

A muffled thud came from inside his body.

At that moment, Li Laosi completely broke free from the physical shackles of being a peasant with disabilities.

A layer of iron-black sheen appeared on the surface of the skin, and the muscles were as hard as iron.

This marks the true beginning of the ultimate cultivation path—the first level of the Desolate Iron Realm!

The lingering malevolent energy in the pit did not dissipate with the end of the inheritance.

This domineering force swirled in mid-air, forcefully splitting into sixty streams of warm yet extremely oppressive blood energy, which rushed straight to the edge of the giant pit.

It accurately pierced the bodies of the sixty men above.

The men, panting heavily, prepared for this primal baptism.

Their crocodile-skin armor, along with the flesh and muscle layers beneath, were branded with a dark red battle mark amidst an intense burning pain!

This is not a magical mark from immortals; it is a fully formed flesh and blood totem of the ultimate legion.

This spark, at this moment, possessed the true power to sweep across the wasteland.

"Give me a name!"

Li Laosi's face, which had been covered in thick, fleshy muscles, completely relaxed.

The right arm, now twice its original size, shuddered violently, and the black-gold boulder beneath its feet shattered with a deafening crash.

He pulled the extremely heavy ancient spear out of the rock with one hand and held it straight up to the pale sky that never sees the sun!

At the same time.

Deep in the poisonous mangrove forests, hundreds of thousands of miles away.

Lu Chen, who had just shattered the remnant soul of the Azure Sky Ancestor, was carrying A-Nan and secretly making his way through the forest.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

The 90,000-jin [Suppressing Heaven Desolate Bone Primordial Evil Stele] hanging beside him seemed to sense something.

It emitted a dull sound, like the beating of an ancient heart.

"Thump...thump!"

Although the sound was not loud, it carried an indescribable, powerful pressure. The leaves of the towering poisonous trees nearby rustled and fell.

Lu Chen suddenly stopped and turned to look at the night sky in the far west.

His large, broad hand touched the black stele on his back.

On this night, the two most orthodox extreme wills, at opposite ends of the world, truly resonated and gained momentum!