Chapter 380: Seventh Turn Accomplished

"Boom!"

Sun Wukong, who had shot into the sky, fell again, smashing heavily into the hard volcanic rock stratum.

A deafening explosion went off.

The entire valley shook violently, volcanoes erupted one after another, dark red magma shooting into the sky like water columns, dyeing the firmament blood-red.

Large patches of rock shattered, dust mixed with sparks raging.

In mid-air, Zhurong maintained the posture of throwing a punch.

On his massive true form with a beast head and human body, monstrous flames rolled.

"Monkey, that's it for today?" Zhurong grinned, his voice echoing in the valley like thunder. "With your small frame, if we keep fighting, your bones will be burned to nothing!"

Deep in the ruins, there was silence for three breaths.

Immediately after, a rebellious roar tore through the dust.

"Fart!"

Golden light shot into the sky, Sun Wukong leaping out from underground.

Most of the golden fur on his body had been burned black, revealing the skin beneath that shimmered with dark gold luster.

"Old Sun hasn't fallen yet! Come again!"

Sun Wukong grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth.

There was not a hint of retreat in his eyes, only fighting spirit that was nearly crazy.

He stepped on the void, his figure turning into a brilliant golden glow, swinging the Ruyi Jingu Bang, and heading straight for Zhurong's face amidst the sky full of flames.

"Good courage!"

Zhurong laughed, a trace of undisguised appreciation flashing in his eyes.

He did not use law suppression, but purely with the powerful physical strength of the Wu Clan, swinging that massive fist wrapped in divine fire to meet the Ruyi Jingu Bang.

"Clang!"

The loud sound of metal clashing shattered the surrounding magma columns.

The violent recoil force swept out.

Sun Wukong groaned, but he held on to this massive force, not retreating half a step, and swept back with another staff.

Five full years.

This once rebellious Great Sage Equal to Heaven had been willing to be a "sandbag" in this valley for five years.

At first, Sun Wukong couldn't even take one of Zhurong's punches, being beaten until his bones were broken every day, healing under Houtu's help.

But as long as he recovered a trace of strength, he would raise his staff and rush up again.

Zhurong cursed "the monkey can't take a beating," but in his heart, he admired this ruthlessness to the point of prostration.

Now, Sun Wukong's late-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal realm had been completely stabilized.

The origin of the Lingming Stone Monkey, which had fused with the Six-Eared Macaque origin, had been further developed, and his physical strength had increased several times over. 【3

Although he still could not defeat the Ancestral Wu, he could now barely hold his own for a few moves.

"Bang!"

It was another solid, head-on collision.

Sun Wukong was sent flying back several hundred zhang, stabilized his figure in mid-air, and panted heavily.

"Exhilarating!" Sun Wukong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his fighting spirit boiling.

Zhu Rong retracted his fists, and the flames around his body subsided.

"That's enough for today." Zhu Rong looked at Sun Wukong, his voice gruff. "The magic power in your body has been squeezed dry. If we fight any longer, it will damage your foundation."

Sun Wukong had wanted to fight more, but upon hearing Zhu Rong's words, he stopped.

He put away his Ruyi Jingu Bang and landed on the ground.

"My brother has been inside for five years." Sun Wukong looked toward the direction of the Pangu Temple, his brows tightly locked. "There hasn't been a single movement; nothing bad happened, right?"

Zhu Rong walked over with large strides and patted Sun Wukong on the shoulder.

"Stop worrying blindly. That is where the Father God's heart lies; it is the greatest place of fortune in the Primordial World. Since he dared to walk that path, he won't die."

At the same time.

Pangu heart space.

The dark red void was boundless.

A massive black altar floated in the center.

The Pangu heart, its surface covered in crisscrossing blood vessels, was beating at a constant frequency.

Every beat was accompanied by gray chaotic air currents pouring down like a waterfall.

Directly beneath the altar.

Su Chen sat cross-legged.

At this moment, Su Chen's appearance had undergone a earth-shattering change.

The layer of chaotic glazed color on his skin had completely faded away.

Replacing it was a semi-transparent grayish-white.

He was like a lifeless stone statue, quietly bathing in the violent chaotic waterfall.

But if one were to probe with spiritual sense, one would discover that he was undergoing a creation-like transformation within his body.

Five years ago, he allowed Ying Zhao's Semi-Sage laws and spatial turbulence to destroy the foundation of his sixth-turn physical body.

Without destruction, there is no construction; the old shackles disintegrated, and a new world began to open.

At this time, in every one of Su Chen's three hundred and sixty-five major acupoints, clear Qi rose and turbid Qi sank, the Five Elements laws transformed into indestructible chains, and the Yin-Yang poles balanced in the center.

A balanced, miniature inner world took shape within each acupoint.

These inner worlds were like three hundred and sixty-five miniature black holes, greedily devouring the chaotic Qi pouring down from the outside.

After entering the inner worlds, the violent and disordered chaotic origin was tightly bound by the Five Elements laws and madly crushed and neutralized by the Yin-Yang millstones.

"Hum—"

Su Chen's spinal dragon emitted a low rumble.

Its beating frequency was perfectly synchronized with the Pangu heart above!

"Thump." The Pangu heart beat.

Su Chen's spinal dragon beat in synchronization.

The chaotic Qi was refined into chaotic origin, pumped out from the three hundred and sixty-five acupoints, and flowed through his entire body along the newly constructed exclusive Five Elements channels.

It permeated his bones, scoured his flesh, nourished his internal organs, and fed back into his spirit.

His bones had completely turned grayish-white, naturally engraved with the patterns of the Chaos Dao.

His flesh was no longer the postnatal common substance of the Primordial World, but possessed chaotic attributes, capable of autonomously absorbing drifting chaotic Qi.

The seventh turn of the "Nine Turns of Chaos" was about to be completed.

Su Chen's consciousness revived from the silence.

"Break."

A calm and resolute voice sounded.

The spinal dragon shook violently, erupting with pumping power far exceeding ordinary times.

The inner worlds within the three hundred and sixty-five acupoints operated simultaneously.

"Boom!"

Within Su Chen's body, it was as if a Great Thousand World had exploded.

An indescribably terrifying aura surged into the sky from Su Chen's semi-transparent grayish-white body.

This aura was ancient, vast, and domineering; it did not belong to the Primordial Three Realms and completely transcended the shackles of heaven and earth.

The chaotic waterfall pouring down around him, the moment it touched this aura, actually stopped its violence and became incredibly docile, merging into Su Chen's body like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

Su Chen opened his eyes abruptly.

Those eyes had no whites and no pupils, having turned into a pure grayish-white color.

He stood up slowly.

With his rising movement, the surrounding dark red void actually rippled with visible spatial waves.

Physical body suppressing space!

Su Chen lowered his head and looked at his hands; his hands were flawless, the skin presenting a jade-like grayish-white.

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers spread open.

A wisp of incredibly violent chaotic Qi, dripping down from the Pangu heart, drifted across his palm.

Su Chen gripped his five fingers tightly.

"Bang!"

That wisp of chaotic Qi was transformed by him into pure origin, flowing directly into his flesh through his pores without causing the slightest backlash.

A smile appeared at the corner of Su Chen's mouth.

The seventh turn of the "Nine Turns of Chaos" was complete; his physical body now possessed chaotic traits.

He could clearly feel that his current physical strength was more than ten times stronger than it had been five years ago!

The magic power of a Tai Yi Jin Xian peak was simply not worth mentioning in front of this current physical body.

Even without using the magic power of the Hunyuan Jin Dan, he was confident he could shatter the strike of a Great Luo Jinxian peak with a single punch.

His physical body had now crossed that chasm and stepped into the threshold of a Semi-Sage.

"Five years."

The grayish-white color in Su Chen's eyes gradually faded, returning to normal black and white.

He looked up at the still-beating Pangu heart above and bowed deeply.

Without the massive amount of chaotic Qi provided by this heart and the insight from that synchronized resonance, he could never have crossed into the seventh turn within five years.

Su Chen turned and faced the depths of the void.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving.

"Ancestral Wu Di Jiang!"

"Su Chen has succeeded; please open the passage!"