Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Lu Chen turned around abruptly. The scalding red mud at the bottom of the Poison Fire Spring was churning wildly, and the pile of ancient, unmelted fragments of the submerged crystal that had been lying at the bottom of the spring for thousands of years was now completely gone.

The black, menacing monument emitted an extremely harsh chewing and grinding sound, devouring the incredibly hard, frigid mineral cores from the earth.

This mystic crystal is a top-tier main material used by immortals to forge supreme flying swords, yet it has been swallowed whole by a black stone like a raw meat snack.

Having absorbed the fragments of the mystic crystal, the dark gold patterns on the monument turned a deep purple-red, and the heatwave was intense.

In just a few breaths, the gravity surged from 90,000 jin to a staggering 100,000 jin.

Ten thousand jin of dead weight pressed down on the bottom of the spring.

The area beneath the monument could not withstand the absolute pressure, and the entire granite base began to collapse in large areas.

The ground shook violently, and the rock faults emitted a series of thunderous explosions, triggering a small-scale localized earthquake.

The violent shockwaves rippled outwards from the fire spring.

Within a radius of ten feet, the thick, charred old trees that had survived for hundreds of years in the high temperature snapped at their roots, emitting a scream of wood tearing apart. They were uprooted by this tyrannical shockwave and flung into the poisonous swamp dozens of feet away.

Lu Chen strode forward, stepped into the shallow water, and grabbed the century-old black iron chain attached to the monument.

Slam your shoulders down and press down with your waist.

In that instant, all the muscle groups in his body were completely awakened, and thousands of layers of extreme qi and blood surged wildly through his body.

Beneath the thick skin, thick tendons, each as thick as a child's arm, swelled to their limit, stretching the dark membrane high, and a dull, throbbing sound like a bowstring snapping between the flesh and skin.

He stomped his two large, black iron combat boots hard on the edge of the pool.

"Snap!"

The solid bluestone foundation shattered on the spot, crushed into dust by the immense force of the foot, and the thigh sank a foot deep into the ground.

"rise!"

Lu Chen opened his mouth wide and let out a furious roar.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar exploded.

Without using any divine spiritual energy, and without relying on any magical techniques or tricks.

This massive, ten-thousand-pound Zhentian Desolate Bone Primordial Evil Stele was pulled out of the depths of the churning, fiery pit by him, relying solely on his pure mortal flesh and blood.

Black water splashed everywhere, and toxic oil flew in all directions.

Lu Chen flipped his wrist, and the iron chain wrapped half a circle around his thick arm.

The enormous black monument created terrifying wind pressure in mid-air, causing the surrounding poisonous mist to swirl back, and finally crashed heavily onto his broad right shoulder.

Wild and brutal, he exuded an ancient and malevolent aura, with a suffocatingly intense blood energy surging around him.

The monument had just been placed on my shoulder.

A flash of red light appeared on the originally rough surface of the monument.

The twelve ancient, primordial battle physique reliefs, lost for countless epochs, emerged from the stone.

These reliefs all depict headless giants in a ferocious posture, smashing the sky and pounding the earth, exuding a savage and ferocious nature that disrespects heaven and earth.

As soon as the relief took shape, it transformed into twelve extremely thick, dark red blood-red lines.

This force was completely unreasonable. It followed the base of the black monument and brutally pierced through the dark skin on Lu Chen's back, branding itself deep into his flesh.

Lu Chen offered no resistance, allowing these ancient, desolate marks to rampage through his bones and blood, forcibly accepting this domineering power.

Skin and flesh reorganized, bone marrow boiling.

The ultimate array of a thousand layers of iron armor within his body emitted a deafening clang of metal clashing after absorbing the desolate marks.

His physical body completely crossed the threshold and steadily stepped into the peak state of the Thousand-Layer Profound Iron.

At this moment, his eardrums were vibrating loudly.

Following the oppressive weight of 100,000 jin, Lu Chen heard a muffled roar coming from the deepest part of the black monument.

The voice carried a blood debt and an indomitable spirit spanning millions of years, piercing directly into the mind through the nerve endings.

"Even bones do not kneel before Heaven!"

"Enter the Blood Tomb!"

"Slay the crippled immortal!"

These three crude sentences, each word dripping with blood, directly exposed the true face of this world that had been concealed.

Lu Chen used his shoulders to push the massive 100,000-jin (50,000 kg) monument on his back a couple of times, finding the most stable position to bear the weight. With the 100,000-jin weight pressing down on him, his back remained ramrod straight, without the slightest bend.

He turned around, strode to the bluestone slab, and looked at A-Nan wearing the blood-jade eye-covering garment.

He grinned widely, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and burst into laughter.

"Ah Nan, if you ever encounter those white-clad flying sword dogs again..."

Lu Chen raised his palm, as big as a palm leaf fan, and slapped the heavy black stone on his shoulder. His voice was loud and clear, "No need to dodge anymore. If I throw this 100,000-jin stone at them, it will directly collapse their entire nest. The Immortal Sect's main hall will also be razed to the ground."

After saying that, he grabbed the thick Ghost Wind Wolf pelt next to him.

With swift and skillful movements, he tightly wrapped the little girl up in her vital area between her chest and abdomen.

Then, using the double-stranded demon python bowstring, he tightly wrapped it three times around his shoulders and back, tying a knot.

Lu Chen weighed the current situation.

Those bastards from the Qingxiao Sword Sect's Punishment Department couldn't find the Yin Curse, so they must have already set up a Bloodless Iron Net around it, waiting for him to crawl through.

Rather than wasting time here waiting to die, we might as well stir up the waters even more.

Instead of turning back, he turned around and strode forward.

He activated his 100,000-jin (approximately 50,000 kg) ultimate physical body, and charged directly towards the most dangerous part of this desolate wilderness—the deep bank of the Poison River, a place even high-level demonic beasts dared not approach. He intended to take the initiative and shatter the cultivators' plans.

The light was dim in the Great Wilderness Poison Forest.

Lu Chen strode forward, his heavy combat boots kicking up mud as he walked.

Sudden.

A-Nan, whose chest was bound in a wolf skin, suddenly turned her little head.

The blood-jade goggles covering the eyes glowed slightly.

Through the eyeband, those mutated, pure white spiritual eyes looked towards the extremely distant far west without any warning.

"Lu Chen." A-Nan gripped the edge of the wolf skin tightly with her small hands, her voice filled with undisguised anxiety.

Lu Chen stopped and looked down at her.

"Uncle Li Laosi, who used to secretly make bone broth for me and Blind Sun in the muddy alley."

Anan stubbornly pointed her delicate little finger towards the far west, "I see it, the fire on their bodies is very weak."

She pursed her lips, her tone quickening, "Their lifeline is about to be extinguished by someone's foot."

Upon hearing this name, Lu Chen's two thick eyebrows immediately stood up.

Those peasants, their bodies flowing with the wild blood he had distributed, were the first sparks of the revival of the extreme path.

He clenched his right fist tightly.

His thick fingers gripped the century-old black iron chain tightly, his knuckles turning white from the pressure, producing a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

A terrifying, murderous glint flashed in his eyes—pure killing intent.

The desolate wilderness is hundreds of thousands of miles apart, so far that even the flying swords of Nascent Soul stage monsters cannot transmit messages.

It's impossible to save them in time now.

This hurdle can only be overcome by those peasants who risked their lives to get through it, by their own bones.

"Li Laosi, don't embarrass me. Even if the blood of the Extreme Path runs dry, we'll still stand." Lu Chen gritted his teeth and uttered a harsh remark. He didn't linger, carrying the monument as he continued deeper into the Poison River, his footsteps growing heavier.

The camera zoomed out to hundreds of thousands of miles away.

The desolate Western Wilderness.

Deep within that giant pit that buries the remains of countless ancient body cultivators.

Li Laosi, leading sixty blood-covered henchmen, was trudging through the dry, desolate fog.

However, the geology underwent a dramatic change at this time.

The underground river beneath the giant pit, which had been abandoned for countless years, suddenly breached its banks and leaked.

The originally hard black gold stone strata collapsed on a large scale, and the water flow washed away the bottom support of the sand dunes.

The gray-white quicksand that had accumulated over millions of years lost its support and immediately converged into terrifying waves of sand.

Quicksand poured down, flooding the bottom of the pit.

Sixty men were trapped in a sand pit, their calves stuck to the quicksand. The more they struggled, the deeper they sank, soon their knees were submerged.

Before they could escape the quicksand trap, the native inhabitants of the Great Pit also arrived, drawn by the smell of blood.

Those were a group of first-tier demonic beasts that fed on the remains of ancient body cultivators year-round—"Bone Wolf Hyena Beasts".

These beasts are hairless, covered only in a layer of pale white, hard bone plates, and their mouths are full of serrated, sharp teeth.

A dozen or so bone wolves and hyenas charged wildly down the sand dunes.

It moved extremely fast, kicking up large clouds of dust.

At the outermost edge of the group, three exhausted miners, too weak to even lift their legs, were tackled to the ground.

"Pfft!"

Claws and fangs exert force simultaneously.

The three men had several two-inch-deep gashes torn open in their chests and thighs.

The screams were instantly drowned out by the roar of the quicksand, and warm blood was spilled onto the dry sand.

Li Laosi's body was half-sunken in the sand.

Hearing the screams behind him, he turned around to reveal his rough face, covered in the frost and dried crocodile blood.

The tiger's eyes instantly became bloodshot, turning a frightening red.

Not a single word wasted, and there was no retreat whatsoever.

He twisted his waist sharply backward, his upper arm muscles bulging and tearing through the old leather armor covering him.

His right hand gripped tightly the ancient broken spear that had just been pulled from the black gold rock.

Directly apply force with a backhand.

The ancient spear flew out of his hand.

The Wild Blood Fire erupted in full force with this throw, the heavy broken spear accompanied by an extremely ear-piercing air-bursting explosion.

"Bang!"

The spear pierced the air with unstoppable, brute speed, simultaneously piercing the two bone wolf-hyena beasts that were charging at the forefront and biting the miner's thigh.

The immense force propelled the two demonic beasts backward, sending them flying seven or eight zhang (approximately 33-40 meters) away.

Finally, they were nailed to a bare black-gold stone slab at the bottom of the pit.

Green demon blood splattered all over the ground, and the two ferocious creatures didn't even have a chance to struggle before they died on the spot.

But the deaths of the two beasts did not frighten the remaining wolf pack at all.

The smell of blood only fueled their even more frenzied roars.

The quicksand from all directions continued to pour down with a relentless force, drastically compressing the space available for movement.

In the center of the sandpit, only a narrow crevice less than two zhang wide, made of hard stone, remained against the wall. It was the only way out that would not be swallowed by the quicksand.

The wolves, treading on quicksand, opened their foul-smelling mouths and approached in packs from above, ready to launch a deadly attack at any moment.

A desperate situation.

Li Laosi used brute force to pull his legs out of the sand, leaving large beads of blood on the soles of his boots.

He reached for his waist and pulled out a large, thick, broken cleaver made from scraps of black iron, which was already full of nicks and chips.

The small blood furnace in his chest began to roar beyond its capacity, and hot blood rushed straight to the top of his head.

He strode forward, standing alone at the very front of the gate of life.

The blade was aimed directly at the wolf pack.

He has no intention of backing down.

I'll use this life to block the door today.

"If you want to eat the people I brought out, bring me your dog heads in exchange!" Old Li roared, standing with his sword drawn.