Chapter 903: Accumulating strength to burst forth, suppressing a realm with might

Within the cave dwelling, blood-red light shimmered, and the scent of blood permeated the air.

Yet, this blood-scent was not foul; instead, it emitted a strange fragrance that made one's mouth water.

Hei Wang cowered to one side, swallowing a mouthful of saliva, a look of lingering fortune in its eyes.

"It's a good thing I didn't drink that Poisonous Spirit Millet back then. Such terrifying corrosiveness—even the Master's physical body couldn't withstand it, let alone me."

The poison of the Poisonous Spirit Millet is rare in this world.

If it were only a little, Luo Chen could still resist.

But under the amplification of the Hundred Poison King Gu, its corrosiveness had reached a state beyond description.

However, seeing this scene, Luo Chen was not particularly alarmed.

His gaze merely remained fixed on that pool of blood, revealing a thoughtful expression.

Within the blood, a white jade Gu insect, the size of a finger joint, opened its tiny eyes.

It was the Hundred Poison King Gu!

It looked around, and finally, its eyes met those of Luo Chen's Nascent Soul.

With a shift of thought, the white jade Gu insect opened its mouth slightly and inhaled toward the outside.

Instantly!

Wisps of poisonous Qi were drawn out from the blood and entered its mouth.

And the white jade color became increasingly pure and transparent.

It could release, and it could also retract!

This was precisely the characteristic of evolving into the Fourth Rank!

This meant that from now on, the degree of toxicity it swallowed and fed back to Luo Chen could be perfectly controlled, and the Hundred Poison Body Refining could also embark on a relatively virtuous cycle.

With the corrosive Poisonous Spirit Millet Qi gone, that pool of blood suddenly came to life.

Bubbles constantly formed and burst within it, *gurgle, gurgle*.

Watching this, the tiny Nascent Soul figure slowly curled its fingers, formed a seal, and let out a clear, jade-like shout.

"Nirvana!"

As if an invisible giant hand had swept across, the blood on the ground began to boil violently, then surged upward, forming a fountain of blood.

A hazy phantom gradually took shape within the blood fountain.

A moment later, as the last drop of blood seeped into skin as white as jade, Luo Chen, sitting cross-legged, reappeared in the world!

The watching Hei Wang had a look of fear in its eyes.

Even with its innate talent as an Undying Desolate Beast, it would be difficult to achieve such a degree in an instant.

To what level had the Master's body-refining realm reached?

It did not know that this was no longer just a matter of body-refining.

In this act, Luo Chen had used the Desolate Beast's body as a foundation, the Hundred Poison King Gu as the core, and the poisonous wine, Poisonous Spirit Millet, as the catalyst, finally finishing with the physical Nirvana method from the "Heavenly Phoenix Nirvana Scripture."

In this way, not only did it help the Hundred Poison King Gu advance to the Fourth Rank, but his own physical body also gained immense benefits.

"If not returning now, when?"

The tiny Nascent Soul figure flickered and submerged into the crown of the physical body, disappearing into the Purple Mansion.

His soft, pitch-black eyelashes trembled gently, and slowly, Luo Chen opened his eyes.

The moment he opened them, an aura that seemed to come from the ancient primordial era spread out uncontrollably, with him at the center.

*Crack! *

The formation shrouding the cave dwelling was as fragile as tofu under the impact of this terrifying aura.

*Boom! *

The majestic aura surged straight into the sky, suppressing the entire realm!

On Mount Mijie, Alliance Leader Master Song Yang, who was discussing the war with Zhan Bingtao, had his expression change drastically.

Zhan Bingtao's eyes erupted with brilliant light, and he blurted out, "Your alliance still has such hidden experts?"

Alliance Leader Master Song Yang did not speak, merely spreading his spiritual sense instantly, chasing toward the source of the aura.

Inside a palace.

Master Li Tian looked with satisfaction at the miniature pavilion held in his hands, where tiny Gu insects crawled about, each emitting an extraordinary aura.

If placed in the outside world, each one would attract pursuit and looting.

But here, they were merely a part of the small pavilion.

"This Immortal Gu House I built according to the otherworldly Gu formula finally has a prototype. If a Fifth-Rank Divine Gu can suppress it, its power should be no less than a Spirit Treasure."

"Even this Wind-Wave Pavilion is enough to crush ninety percent of the True Artifacts in the world!"

"The trip to the Yin-Yang Remnant Realm now only lacks the final piece: Qi Tian."

Just as he was feeling self-satisfied, the majestic aura permeated the heavens and the earth.

Master Li Tian was stunned, and then the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.

"Good! Good! Good!"

"The great undertaking can be achieved!"

The moment that terrifying aura appeared, one figure after another walked out of their cave dwellings, and wisps of spiritual sense crisscrossed, tracing the source of the aura.

Those who could stay on Mount Mijie were no weaklings.

Precisely because they were all strong, they could feel the aura even more deeply.

That was not the pressure brought by magic power, spiritual sense, or Nascent Soul domains, but the most essential suppression at the level of life itself.

Ordinary Nascent Souls could not resist it; perhaps only Great Cultivators could fight against it!

This terrifying aura came suddenly and left extremely quickly.

After an instantaneous eruption, it retreated crazily like a tide, finally disappearing into a cave dwelling on the mountainside.

Wisps of spiritual sense lingered outside, wishing to see the owner of the cave dwelling.

Marquis Ziyi's spiritual sense was among them, and when he traced it to Luo Chen's cave dwelling, the shock in his heart could not be increased further.

Sure enough!

The next moment, the gate of the cave dwelling opened slowly under the gaze of everyone.

A tall, imposing figure walked out calmly.

He merely swept a glance toward the void, and everyone's spiritual sense retreated involuntarily.

"It's the Tyrant Cultivator Qi Tian!"

"Could it be that his body-refining realm had a breakthrough just now, causing the aura to leak?"

"The path of body-refining actually has such might?"

In the void, wisps of spiritual sense communicated with each other, creating an uproar.

Finally, with Marquis Ziyi's bitter and envious congratulatory words, all doubts and confusion turned into congratulations.

"Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Qi for the great success of your divine art!"

Luo Chen grinned and cupped his fists toward the outside of the mountain.

"Thanks!"

Afterward, he flicked his large sleeves and turned to enter the cave dwelling.

When the gate closed again, the crowd's spiritual sense slowly retracted in surprise and doubt.

Not to mention how the strong on Mount Mijie discussed it afterward, the returning Luo Chen first laughed at himself.

Divine art?

Poison art, more like!

He waved a palm toward the empty space.

This palm was unremarkable, but it faintly carried a musk-like scent, appearing and disappearing.

On the wall of the cave dwelling, a palm print appeared, followed by large patches of the stone wall melting.

One must know that these cave dwellings on Mount Mijie were built using various precious materials.

High-rank cultivators might be able to destroy them, but to do it as effortlessly as Luo Chen, melting them away, was absolutely impossible.

"Unexpectedly, after the 'Hundred Poison Body Refining Art' reached the master level beyond tempering the physique, combined with the Fourth-Rank Hundred Poison King Gu, there was such an unexpected harvest!"

Luo Chen looked at his palm shrouded in black light, where the musk-like scent still lingered.

After his physical body was reorganized, Luo Chen was shocked to find that his Source Power had undergone a mutation at some unknown time.

It contained a highly poisonous attribute!

This toxicity was not the Poisonous Spirit Millet, nor was it the Zombie Poison, Feather Poison, or Qianji Poison.

It was more like a mixed toxin, combining the outstanding advantages of most of the toxins Luo Chen had encountered since practicing the "Hundred Poison Body Refining Art."

As for its true power?

Luo Chen's gaze fell subconsciously on Hei Wang in the corner.

At this moment, Hei Wang's whole body stiffened.

It looked at Luo Chen in terror, "Master, you wouldn't..."

Luo Chen smiled slightly, "Rest assured, you have the Undying Body; I will control it a little, it won't hurt you."

Hei Wang was on the verge of tears, having no choice but to sacrifice itself to contribute to Luo Chen's experiment.

Half a year later.

The Mi Realm opens, war begins!

When the Mi Realm Mountain opened wide and one Nascent Soul True Person from the Southern Border after another no longer hid their identities, walking the world in the name of the Fierce Peak Zombie Alliance, it signaled that the curtain had been thoroughly raised on this human civil war in the Southern Border.

The civil war had thoroughly begun.

The Songshan Sect, Red Leaf Sect, Moon Worship Sect, Burial Life Valley, White Cloud Temple, Purple Blood Sect, Hidden Sword Tower...

Only when the cultivators of these top Southern Border sects successively assembled great armies did people realize that the Southern Border was truly about to change.

Not only that, but after the cultivator army from the Heavenly Origin Dao Sect merged with them, the world finally knew that foreign aid was also participating in the Southern Border civil war.

Their numbers were incalculable, their strength impossible to fathom.

The cultivator armies assembled by the major sects were like a war machine; once started, they could not be stopped.

The first to be attacked was the Sword Imperial Shanzhuang, a long-time vassal of the Life-Death Gate.

In just a single night, the Sword Imperial Shanzhuang, which claimed to possess eighty thousand sword cultivators, was destroyed under the offensive of the Fierce Peak Zombie Alliance.

The great army did not pause, splitting into two forces to pounce upon the Golden Toad Sect and the Xuanhua Sect respectively.

Their speed was swift, their momentum fierce.

Like the waters of a great river, they surged forward, determined to drown the Life-Death Gate.

And within this rolling tide, only a few brilliant splashes were missing.

"Song Yang, where is Master Li Tian?"

"He has some trivial matters to attend to. He will naturally arrive at the Life-Death Gate battlefield to rendezvous with us afterward. Fellow Daoist Zhan, do not be anxious."

"Then does that mean Red Leaf and the others followed him?"

"Exactly!"

"What about Qi Tian? I still wanted to witness his methods when we attack Single Horn Mountain."

Single Horn Mountain, the top Nascent Soul sect of the Southern Border that guarded the holy land, the Life-Death Gate.

Its terrain was steep, its formations outstanding.

Without a sharp weapon for siege, it would be difficult to take it instantly like the Sword Imperial Shanzhuang.

In Zhan Bingtao's heart, the Tyrant Cultivator Qi Tian was the best blade to break Single Horn Mountain.

Regarding this, Alliance Leader Song Yang smiled and shook his head.

"Single Horn Mountain is not worth worrying about; I will take action personally when the time comes. As for Qi Tian..."

Alliance Leader Song Yang asked in return, "Do you think Single Horn Mountain is more important, or the Life-Death Gate?"

Zhan Bingtao raised an eyebrow. The Life-Death Gate in the other party's words did not refer to the holy land, but to that great gate guarding the holy land!

"Can Qi Tian do it? You must know that even our Dao Sect's ancestor didn't have much confidence in being able to force open the Life-Death Gate."

"Wait and see!" Alliance Leader Song Yang said with a hint of mystery.

Without the holy land's call, the many holy land vassals were like scattered sand, completely unable to organize themselves.

Conversely, with the Zombie Alliance army and the Dao Sect army having plotted long in advance, once they raised their troops, they were like bamboo being split, breaking through several forces in succession.

The great army surged forward, using a pincer movement to constantly prune the holy land's wings, rushing toward Single Horn Mountain.

As long as they passed Single Horn Mountain, they could face the Life-Death Gate directly.

And in another place, a stream of light left Mi Realm Mountain and headed southeast.

The stream of light was like a boat, parting the clouds and mist.

Inside, several figures stood tall.

The most eye-catching was a black-armored man with a tall stature, standing a full seven feet high.

His crown was like a mountain, his feathers like heavenly pillars.

His skin was like white jade, his eyes like cold, deep abysses that could devour a person's heart.

It was none other than Luo Chen!

Marquis Purple Clothing sighed with emotion: "In just one year, Brother Qi's path of body cultivation has reached such a refined realm; it can be called a miracle!"

A middle-aged Confucian scholar carrying a sword box beside him agreed, though his eyes could not help but reveal a sense of wariness.

The aura that the Tyrant Cultivator Qi Tian had emitted that day had shaken the Southern Border's many True Persons, and that was merely the tip of the iceberg of the other party's strength.

This also caused many cultivators who had held body cultivators in disdain to put away their contempt.

Luo Chen remained unmoved; one knows one's own affairs best.

What others saw was the miracle of his rebirth in a single year.

Yet they did not know how many years he had been trapped at the mid-stage of the fourth rank.

At the age of one hundred and sixty, he had broken through to the fourth rank of the Desolate Ancient.

And by the age of two hundred, he had already reached the mid-stage of the fourth rank of the Desolate Ancient.

From then until now, a full hundred years had passed!

In his life, he had never been trapped at any small realm for so long.

Coming to the Southern Border, obtaining suitable cultivation techniques, having a large amount of supporting resources, and adding his profound foundation, it should have been a matter of course, accumulating and breaking through!

Now his body cultivation realm had already reached the late stage of the fourth rank of the Desolate Ancient, comparable to a Great Cultivator of the Nascent Soul late stage!

Luo Chen did not stand on ceremony, directly asking Master Li Tian, who was chatting with Granny Red Leaf.

"Now that we have set off, Master Li Tian, you should tell us the specific itinerary for what comes next!"

Being interrupted in his idle chat, Granny Red Leaf could not help but frown.

If it were in the past, she would have scolded him long ago.

But the strength Luo Chen had displayed was enough for her to maintain a measure of respect for him.

Master Li Tian smiled, "It is time to say it, but let's wait until everyone has arrived to say it together, so as to avoid the trouble of repeating it."

Yes, there were still helpers!

Master Li Tian had said before that there was still one more person.

Who exactly it was, no one knew.

But now, it was time for them to show their face.

Master Li Tian seemed to sense something and looked into the distance.

"They... they are here!"

In his tone, there seemed to be dissatisfaction.

The flying boat slowed slightly, and a moment later, two streaks of light landed on the deck.

One had a face full of wrinkles, hands like chicken claws.

The other had white clothes and white hair, his expression arrogant.

The leader was the old man. Seeing the many experts on the flying boat, he could not help but laugh loudly: "Master, it has been a hundred years since we last met. Is your health still well?"

"Old Meng, why are you concerned about my health?" Master Li Tian smiled gently, exchanged bows with the other party, and then looked at the white-haired man with a slightly displeased expression, "Didn't we agree that only you would come? Why did you bring another fellow daoist?"

Old Meng smiled slightly, "Bai Xuanjun is not a stranger either. Thinking that you, Master, were short of help, I called him along on the way. Why, are you not welcoming?"

Master Li Tian's expression stiffened.

Afterward, he took a deep breath.

"Welcome, why wouldn't I be? The dignified Sect Master of the White Bone Sect is a great help, after all. I should even thank Old Meng for thinking of me."

Afterward, he turned around and introduced the origins of the two to everyone, especially Luo Chen.

"Supreme Elder of the Luo Sect, Meng Shentong!"

"Sect Master of the White Bone Sect, Bai Xuanjun!"

Just the first sentence hooked Luo Chen's curiosity.

A pair of spiritual pupils subconsciously fell upon the slightly short old man.

This was the Supreme Elder of the Luo Sect?

Could he be the Demon Heart Gu Emperor?

And the other party also subconsciously locked eyes with Luo Chen.

"No need to introduce the others, I know them all. But this fellow daoist is a bit of a stranger! Master Li Tian, won't you introduce him?"