Chapter 130: Breakthrough and Dispute

The hotel is quite good—spacious, clean, built of massive stones, with molten iron poured between the stones and defensive sigils engraved; the whole hotel can be used as a combat fortress.

The thick stone blocks sound extremely well, so every room is very quiet and also highly secure.

Whether for lodging, business talks, or temporary secluded cultivation, it is an excellent place.

Compared to the outdoors, it is far more comfortable.

The furnishings also exude the distinctive atmosphere and straightforwardness of the Six Dao Palace; the bed, table, chairs, and all utensils are cast whole from metal, heavy, sturdy, and durable for many years.

After all, it is a hotel, so these utensils also have some ornate decoration—large chunks of variously colored crystals inlaid in the metal ware, polished into beautiful geometric crystal patterns that glitter, giving a somewhat luxurious and splendid appearance.

At least Wu Tie has never seen such flashy decoration in his life; the Great Dragon Realm is indeed much more prosperous than other places.

After giving a reminder to Shi Fei and the others, Wu Tie closed the door, washed up, and sat cross-legged on a large bed. The witch girl stared with big eyes, sitting at the table opposite Wu Tie, her legs swinging as she gnawed on a large piece of roasted meat.

Wu Tie smiled and said a few words to the witch girl, telling her to behave and play by herself, then closed his eyes and began to silently cultivate the mysterious technique from the Primordial Scripture.

Wu Tie saw the Heavenly Lock Chonglou formed by twin spirals, thirty-three heavy heavenly locks flashing with seven-colored, bewildering light, emitting an immense pressure that made him feel suffocated. He had never felt this before; since condensing the Heavenly Lock Chonglou, each time he saw it, Wu Tie felt an instinctive hostility.

This thing seems like it shouldn't exist at all.

The golden light ball at his glabella blazed forth, and vast spiritual power surged like water toward the first heavenly lock. Under the impetus of the mysterious technique from the Primordial Scripture, the spiritual power transformed into countless ultrafine, sharp silken threads, like delicate scalpels, gently wrapping around the first heavenly lock.

Wu Tie instantly sensed several wonderful auras; he carefully distinguished their special fluctuations and rhythms, calculating where to start.

He pondered what he actually needed… Gradually, he summed up his current abilities, and countless silken threads shot swiftly toward a majestic, vast, unruly, overbearing aura.

Countless silken threads wrapped around a blood-colored light filament within the first heavenly lock of the Chonglou.

Spiritual power slowly adhered to this thick blood-colored light filament, which was composed of countless minute, strange runes; Wu Tie's spiritual power quickly permeated the filament, continually infusing it and wandering over each rune.

Countless strange insights arose in his heart.

'Mighty God Magic' is a wonderful divine ability focused on the use of strength. Wu Tie had previously seen the Mist Blade Chief Steward use it.

However, the Mist Blade lineage's cultivation path is clearly not about absolute strength; the Mighty God Magic used by the Mist Blade Chief Steward always lacks that mighty, mountain‑shaking aura.

His blood boiled, his muscles twitched, and his bones all over emitted a crisp 'ding‑ding' sound.

A mighty, heavy aura spread from within Wu Tie; he had fully comprehended all the rhythms of the first blood‑colored light filament, and his body issued a tight‑growing 'gah‑gah' from his muscles as an overwhelming force surged inside him.

As Wu Tie continually solidified the foundation of the Perception Mystic Realm and kept pouring power into the Heavenly Lock Chonglou, his physical strength grew accordingly; by his own estimate, his pure bodily strength was already around three million catties.

But as he gained insight into this blood‑colored light filament, Wu Tie's body underwent its own transformation, his physical strength increasing rapidly by at least another million catties, and this strength continued to grow and surge upward.

A blood‑colored flame rolled up all over his body, and Wu Tie felt an unbearable hunger.

With the increase in power, every cell in his body roared, 'I'm hungry!'

Wu Tie took from his bracelet the last few stalks of seventh‑grade primal grass left by Zhu Zixi; these grasses resembled blooming dandelions, their white‑fluffy flowers speckled with tiny glints of light, storing immense medicinal potency.

It is said that this is 'Dragon Pearl Grass', which can grow only after being infused with the aura of true dragon blood; each stalk's medicinal power is at least hundreds of times that of ninth‑grade primal grass. With six stalks of Dragon Pearl Grass, Wu Tie unhesitatingly swallowed them all at once.

The firmer the foundation, the greater the benefits of a breakthrough.

The Primordial Scripture gave Wu Tie a perfect foundation……so the resources he consumes are also terrifying.

As long as resources are sufficient, cultivating the Primordial Scripture is as easy as pushing a boat with the current after the water reaches the channel—utterly effortless; if you're not an idiot, every breakthrough proceeds naturally, with no talk of bottlenecks.

In Wu Tie's feeling, this is not a breakthrough but a return to some state he ought to have originally possessed.

Not a breakthrough, but a restoration—his body and soul already remember that state, so when Wu Tie's spiritual power permeated that blood‑colored light filament and he fully grasped all its Dao rhythms, the filament shattered.

Countless tiny runes turned into specks of blood light that rained down, and inside Wu Tie's body came a thunder‑like 'boom'.

Pinpoints of light settled within Wu Tie's body; he could no longer sense them, but he knew they were there.

His whole body suddenly felt light, as if shedding some restraint and bondage, giving him an extraordinarily light, carefree, floating‑like‑immortal sensation.

The Dragon Pearl Grass released its vast medicinal power within his body, and the silken threads formed from his soul power, following the rhythm of the first blood‑colored light filament, flowed toward the second blood‑colored light filament.

The second blood‑colored light filament collapsed, then the third, the fourth…

When all seventy‑two blood‑colored light filaments completely shattered, Mighty God Magic also took complete form. Unlike the Mist Blade Chief Steward, who must deliberately chant mantras and mobilize blood‑qi to activate Mighty God Magic for a short time,

Wu Tie, having broken the seventy‑two light‑filament heavenly locks, found Mighty God Magic as if innate, eternally bestowed upon him.

The medicinal power of the six Dragon Pearl Grass stalks was instantly exhausted, and Wu Tie's physical strength surged forward like a flood breaking a dam; his formerly bamboo‑thin frame began to grow sideways, bit by bit, strand by strand, making his appearance somewhat more stalwart.

But… the terrible hunger returned.

Wu Tie's eyes even turned a little green; hunger, unbearable hunger… He employed the Primordial Scripture, perfectly comprehending Mighty God Magic from the Heavenly Lock Chonglou, but the perfect version of Mighty God Magic has a terrifying demand for energy.

His bracelet held no more primal grass; now Wu Tie was so hungry his whole body went limp, lacking even the strength to open the door and ask Shi Fei and the others for primal grass.

Every cell collapsed inward, greedily drawing all nearby energy; primal energy of heaven and earth continually gathered toward Wu Tie, forming a primal‑energy whirlwind that tightly enveloped him.

Each cell frantically sucked external primal energy, but the primal energy of heaven and earth in Great Dragon City seemed to have been mostly siphoned away elsewhere; the amount Wu Tie could attract was limited, far from satisfying his cells' needs.

It was clear that Wu Tie would soon die from self‑consumption and self‑devouring due to insufficient resources at the moment of breaking through the Chonglou Realm, when the first phalanx of his left index finger lit up with a dim, gloomy glow.

No idea where the thought came from, Wu Tie took out the three hair‑binding jade rings and four rings flashing with strange light that he had scavenged from Jia Zhengfeng; he flicked his finger, shattering the three jade rings and four rings simultaneously, and waves of immense primal energy surged from them, frenziedly flowing along his finger bones into his body.

The energy stored in these two sets of ancient treasures is ten thousand times greater than that of the six Dragon Pearl Grass stalks.

Dragon Pearl Grass is merely seventh‑grade primal grass with limited energy, whereas these three jade rings and four rings are ancient treasures forged by master craftsmen of old from heavenly‑earth rarities using supreme techniques, and after countless years of nurturing by successive owners, their energy is fearsome.

Ninety percent of the energy entered Wu Tie's bones, which emitted a faint ringing; the energy was frantically absorbed by the bones, and their strength increased at a terrifying rate.

Ten percent of the energy entered his whole body's flesh and blood; this alone made all his cells swell round and plump. Each cell emitted dazzling light, and a layer of crystalline blood light sprayed from his skin, eight feet one inch thick, clear and translucent like blood‑colored crystal.

His bodily strength continued to rise, increasing at a terrifying rate.

With a loud 'crack', pure bodily strength broke through a barrier, leaping from several million catties to around ten million catties.

Then twenty million, thirty million, forty million catties…

Golden and blood‑colored flames flickered in Wu Tie's eyes; after fully grasping all the mysteries of Mighty God Magic, his pure bodily strength stabilized at around one hundred million catties.

Above Wu Tie's head a flicker of blood light appeared, and a towering divine‑demon phantom constantly emanating vast, mighty, overbearing, domineering aura roared toward the sky. Wu Tie knew that if he truly activated Mighty God Magic and had sufficient magical power to burn, he could unleash force of billions, tens of billions, hundreds of billions of catties, and even more terrifying amounts.

As long as his magical cultivation is sufficient, his strength equals that of the ancient mighty gods—he can pluck stars and swallow the sun and moon; before him, the word 'heavy' would have no meaning, and nothing would be beyond his grasp.

The energy from the three jade rings and four rings kept flowing in, Wu Tie's cells became saturated with energy; immediately afterward the Heavenly Lock Chonglou trembled, and streams of energy continually scoured it, washing the Chonglou to crystal clarity and radiant splendor.

The backlash from the previous frenzied infusion of the Heavenly Lock Chonglou suddenly descended, as countless strands of golden magical power roared forth from within him, continually merging into the glabella light ball. Wu Tie's entire brain felt an overpowering dizzy satisfaction; his magical cultivation kept rising, increasing at a terrifying rate.

Wu Tie turned his gaze inward; his brain remained the same size, but the golden light ball at his glabella had grown as large as a water jar.

Golden light orb and flames intertwined; the closer to the core of the light orb, the higher the density of golden mana, and the purer it became.

Waves of Heaven and Earth's righteous qi washed down, continually refining Wu Tie's mana to be purer and more condensed.

"Great Strength God Magic." Wu Tie stood up and walked lightly around the room twice.

Excellent, perfect cultivation method, perfect foundation, perfect strength, perfect control; over a hundred million catties of physical strength accumulated within the body, nothing out of control, and a careless mistake could demolish the house.

"Witch Maiden, how many days have I trained?" Wu Tie carefully examined himself before a large bronze full-body mirror in the room.

Originally a lanky figure, his frame had grown slightly larger, his flesh a bit more, with a hint of a sturdy aura; no longer was he so thin that a breeze could blow him away.

Overall, Wu Tie's appearance now closely resembled his former looks.

"Three days!" The Witch Maiden licked her fingers; the slab of roasted meat as big as half her body was gone: "I'm hungry, Dad!"

"Let's go eat meat." Wu Tie patted his empty belly, scooped up the Witch Maiden, and placed her on his shoulder.

"Let's go eat meat, I'm hungry too." Wu Tie grabbed the White Tiger Cleave; with a shake of his hand, a torrent of mana poured into the White Tiger Cleave, activating the profound and exquisite formations within it.

The White Tiger Cleave let out a low tiger's roar, and its weight suddenly increased to 3,600,000 catties.

Carrying the now inconspicuous White Tiger Cleave on his shoulder, Wu Tie cautiously opened the door and walked out of the room.

Shi Fei, Lao Bai, and the others also heard the commotion and came out of their rooms. They immediately sensed the terrifying change in Wu Tie; previously he seemed like an ordinary mortal, but now he felt like a moving primeval magic beast.

His entire body was filled with a terrifying sense of power.

"Chonglou Realm?" Shi Fei, Yan Hanlu, and the others stared at Wu Tie in shock.

In just three days, Wu Tie had broken through so easily and silently? What's more deadly, what cultivation method did he practice? How could breaking through the Chonglou Realm exert such terrifying pressure?

Even if he deliberately released mana and soul aura to oppress others, that would be understandable, but Wu Tie did none of that; his mana and soul fluctuations were completely internal, emanating solely from his physical body, giving everyone a tremendous sense of danger.

It was like a flock of chicks suddenly seeing a Tyrannosaurus—exactly that feeling.

"I have comprehended the first divine ability, Great Strength God Magic. My strength has increased a bit; don't make a fuss." Wu Tie chuckled as he explained to the several people.

This divine ability purely enhancing physical strength needs no concealment; just say it outright.

"Great Strength God Magic"? Shi Fei and the others still couldn't understand… Among their kin and friends, many who had entered the Chonglou Realm and comprehended this divine ability were from the Shi Family, which possesses the Giant Bloodline, giving the most people this ability.

However, for ordinary people, obtaining Great Strength God Magic and having physical strength of hundreds of thousands of catties, millions of catties would already be formidable.

Nothing is as intimidating as Wu Tie.

Wu Tie led the group toward the hotel dining hall; before they even reached the entrance, a clamor arose: "Beat him to death, beat him until he's dead!"