Chapter 352: Gifting the True Map

Upon hearing Su Chen's words, all twelve Ancestral Wu looked at him in astonishment.

Zhurong was even more blunt, saying in a booming voice, "Has your brain gone soft, kid?"

Zhurong glared, stepping forward, "This is a technique recognized by the Heavenly Dao, pointing directly to the True Body of Chaos. You're just handing it over so lightly?"

Su Chen looked straight at Zhurong, his expression calm.

"Without the protection of you Ancestral Wu, and without your fifty years of deduction, this technique could not have been completed." Su Chen's tone was frank, "Su Chen distinguishes between gratitude and grudges; the Wu Clan deserves a share of this 'Nine Turns of Chaos'."

Brother Di Jiang watched Su Chen, and in those abyss-like eyes, a trace of extremely rare appreciation flashed.

Yet, he still shook his head slowly.

"The Wu Clan accepts your intentions." Brother Di Jiang's voice was low, "But the Wu Clan cannot practice this 'Nine Turns of Chaos'."

Su Chen frowned, somewhat surprised.

"Your path is exquisite, but it is your path." Brother Di Jiang raised a hand, pointing at Su Chen, "You use Yin-Yang and the Five Elements to govern Chaos, opening an inner world within your acupoints. This requires an extremely powerful Primordial Spirit and spiritual sense to control with precision."

Brother Di Jiang withdrew his hand, looking somewhat regretful.

"But the Wu Clan does not cultivate the Primordial Spirit."

"Without a Primordial Spirit to govern, the Five Elements and Yin-Yang will only run wild within the body. To practice it by force would result in the body exploding and death." Brother Di Jiang stood with his hands behind his back, "Moreover, we twelve have already inherited the Father God's laws; the laws are our path, and there is no need to switch."

Su Chen was silent; he had indeed overlooked this point. The Wu Clan was born from the Pangu Sha Qi of heaven and earth, possessing peerless physical bodies, but no Primordial Spirit.

"However, you have provided a very good line of thought." Houtu spoke gently, "Although we cannot practice the 'Nine Turns of Chaos', these fifty years of deduction have given us a deeper understanding of tempering the body with Sha Qi. This will be of great benefit to the lower-level Wu Clan children."

Su Chen pondered for a moment, then flipped his wrist, taking a wooden box from his storage magic treasure.

Pushing open the lid, that scroll with a texture neither gold nor jade lay quietly inside.

Su Chen lifted the scroll with both hands and handed it forward.

"Since the 'Nine Turns of Chaos' is not applicable, then this map shall be left to the Wu Clan."

Houtu was startled and did not take it immediately.

"Su Chen, this 'Pangu True Form Map' is an opportunity you obtained. It was agreed that it was only for borrowing."

"Leaving the map in my hands, its purpose has already been exhausted." Su Chen said frankly, "The Wu Clan has millions of clansmen. Leaving this map in the Pangu Hall can help them break through the shackles of their bloodline. Consider it Su Chen thanking you Ancestral Wu for the grace of protecting my Dao for these fifty years."

The Ancestral Wu looked at each other in dismay upon seeing this.

A human, consecutively gifting a Heavenly Dao cultivation technique and a supreme treasure containing the Father God's true intent—this breadth of mind exceeded their cognition.

Rushou slammed the bone scythe in his hand onto the ground, emitting a crisp sound.

"You human, you actually have a bit of our Wu Clan's temper."

Brother Di Jiang looked at the true map Su Chen offered with both hands and was silent for several breaths.

He reached out, took the scroll, and solemnly put it away.

"Good. The Wu Clan accepts this map." Brother Di Jiang's gaze was stern, staring at Su Chen, "But my Wu Clan never owes favors. Since you gifted the map, I will give you the corresponding return."

Brother Di Jiang turned his head to look at the black stone wall at the end of the temple, which was covered in totems.

"You may enter the place of the Father God's heart to go into seclusion for a hundred years."

"Within a hundred years, you may observe and practice the 'Nine Turns of Chaos' inside; what level you can reach depends on your own fortune."

Su Chen's heart jumped wildly.

Going into seclusion for a hundred years in a supreme holy land of the Primordial World like the Pangu heart, with the resonance of the Pangu heart, his 'Nine Turns of Chaos' would definitely have a qualitative leap during his practice.

Su Chen no longer declined and bowed in a salute.

"Many thanks, Ancestral Wu Brother Di Jiang, many thanks to all Ancestral Wu."

"No need for that." Brother Di Jiang shook his head slightly, reactivated the magic array, and opened a space channel.

Su Chen bid farewell to the twelve Ancestral Wu and turned to walk toward the channel.

At the end of the channel, the dark red void was still boundless.

A huge altar floated in the center, and that massive Pangu heart floated quietly, its surface covered in crisscrossing dark red blood vessels.

Boom!

The sound of a heartbeat came.

Su Chen's spine resonated with it.

He skillfully adjusted his breathing and Qi and blood, making his own frequency completely synchronize with the Pangu heart.

He walked to directly below the altar and sat down cross-legged.

A gray waterfall of Chaos poured down amidst the Pangu heart's inhalation and exhalation, disappearing into the void.

Su Chen closed his eyes.

The cultivation technique of the 'Nine Turns of Chaos' appeared in his mind, and he began to practice the first turn of the 'Nine Turns of Chaos'.

His spinal dragon emitted a dragon roar.

This heavenly pillar that ran through his whole body turned into a powerful pump at this moment.

Su Chen carefully drew out a wisp of the Chaos Qi hanging down from above his head.

The gray airflow surged into his body along his crown.

This time, the Chaos Qi did not destroy his physical body.

As soon as the Chaos Qi entered his body, it was forcibly drawn away by the spinal dragon and pressed into the Five Elements channel.

Gold, wood, water, fire, and earth—five-colored light lit up within his body.

The channel barriers were incomparably tough, firmly binding the Chaos Qi and guiding it to flow toward the three hundred and sixty-five major acupoints throughout his body.

The first major acupoint, the inner world, operated.

The Yin-Yang millstone turned, crushing the surging Chaos Qi.

The Five Elements cycle decomposed it, turning it into the purest source power, which merged into the acupoint barriers.

Immediately following, a second location, a third location...

Three hundred and sixty-five inner worlds exerted force at the same time.

Su Chen's physical body began to undergo violent changes.

Under his dark golden skin, a gray luster faintly showed through.

The physical body that had originally reached its end in practicing the 'Thirty-Six Axes of Tiangang' underwent transformation once again.

In the bone marrow, the bright red blood was squeezed out of the body bit by bit.

The newborn blood, carrying a wisp of gray Chaos color, flowed back into the blood vessels.

The transformation of the physical body was accompanied by severe pain.

Su Chen gritted his teeth and did not utter a sound.

His consciousness was immersed in his body, precisely controlling every circulation of the Chaos Qi.

Thump.

The Pangu heart beat.

Su Chen's heartbeat rose and fell with it.

One person, one heart, in this dark red void, fell into a long and tedious practice.

Time flew by.

Mount Wuzhi, Houtu Tribe.

On the martial arts field, sand flew and stones moved, and air waves rolled.

Boom!

A loud noise.

The Great Wu Shi Ming's huge body retreated three steps; he shook his numb right arm and looked down at the front.

In front, a thin and small figure rolled to the ground, his feet plowing two long gullies in the ground, only then stabilizing his figure.

Sun Wukong carried the Ruyi Jingu Bang, his golden fur standing on end, his demon aura soaring to the sky.

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, his eyes filled with fanatical fighting intent.

"Satisfying! Come again!"

Sun Wukong shouted, his legs exerted force suddenly, and the ground shattered instantly. He turned into a streak of golden light, raised the Ruyi Jingu Bang, and smashed it down at Shi Ming's head.

Shi Ming laughed loudly.

"You monkey, your strength is getting bigger and bigger!"

Shi Ming did not dodge or evade, his whole body's Qi and blood erupted, and an earthy yellow halo flowed over his whole body, punching out to meet the Ruyi Jingu Bang.

Bang!

Fist and staff intersected, and visible air waves spread to the surroundings.

The watching Wu Clan members retreated one after another, their eyes full of astonishment.

Hou Yi held the black bow and stood on the sidelines, his gaze sharp.

"This monkey's physical body is more than a notch stronger than fifty years ago." Hou Yi commented in a deep voice.

A Great Wu next to him nodded: "This monkey is gifted, pestering us to fight every day, and the speed of his physical body's progress is very rapid."

Sun Wukong had stayed in this Houtu tribe for fifty years.

During these fifty years, he constantly challenged the Wu Clan in the tribe.

At first, under the pressure of Mount Wuzhi, his demon power was limited, and he could only spar with the Great Luo Realm Wu Clan.

But Sun Wukong's talent was too terrifying.

In battle after battle, his physical strength climbed at an extremely terrifying speed.

Now, relying on his own cultivation and terrifying physical strength, he could already face the Wu Clan who had just entered the Great Wu Realm head-on without falling behind.

On the martial arts field, Sun Wukong and Shi Ming fought dozens more moves and still remained evenly matched.

So the two retreated separately.

"No more fighting, no more fighting."

Sun Wukong shouted, he planted the Ruyi Jingu Bang on the ground, and turned his head to look in the direction of the peak of Mount Wuzhi.

There, clouds and mist swirled, and the full view of Mount Wuzhi could not be seen.

Fifty years.

Su Chen left with Houtu and had not returned.

Fortunately, Ancestral Wu Houtu sent someone to bring a letter back, saying that Su Chen was in seclusion and everything was well.

Otherwise, Sun Wukong would have long since forcibly broken in to find out the truth. ===== CHAPTER 353 =====