Chapter 223: Breaking Through the Realm

The Wu clan members sang wildly and departed, Wu Tie's whole body ignited with raging infernos.

Except for Lao Tie, everyone in the cavern within a radius of three hundred li was forced to continually retreat.

Shi Fei, Mo Zhang Wang, Tie Da Jian, Shan Dun, Yan Han Lu, and the Six Dao Palace disciples including the Eighteen Guardian Heavenly Kings were all forced out of the stone cave by the terrifying heat emanating from Wu Tie.

They also took the captured Taotie Luo and his four great Command Pool Realm subordinates, took the ice-sealed Wa Yao and Gongsun Sheng, and took the imprisoned Great Snake Yi and dozens of black snake youths.

Only those youths originally intended as sacrifices were taken away by the Wu clan members.

Wu Tie no longer cared about external affairs; every pore of his body spewed out fierce flames, and all his bones, regardless of length, thickness, size, or density, were violently trembling.

Thirty-six drops of Great Witch Essence Blood raced wildly within Wu Tie's body, like thirty-six frenzied primordial demon beasts, darting about inside him.

These essence blood were as hard as diamond, as heavy as a great mountain……This is no exaggeration; truly, a single drop weighs as much as a ten-thousand-meter-high mountain, and the energy contained in each drop is immensely terrifying.

The power contained within each drop of essence blood is unknown how many top-grade origin herbs, how many rare cultivation resources it equals.

Wherever the essence blood passed, Wu Tie's muscles were shredded strand by strand, then rapidly regenerated.

Wherever the essence blood passed, Wu Tie's blood vessels were severed segment by segment, then rapidly healed.

Muscles, meridians, internal organs……even those bones of Wu Tie that had already mutated were shaken by the thirty-six drops of essence blood into countless cracks.

Wu Tie's bones had become extremely hard and flexible through mutation, yet they still could not withstand the violent energy impact of these essence blood.

Constantly shattered, constantly healed, constantly reorganized, then shattered and healed again.

The essence blood itself suffered no consumption; merely the imprint of power they released left a trace within the essence blood, causing Wu Tie's entire body to undergo an extremely drastic change.

Every pore spewed out scorching flames; Wu Tie was like a thick wick pestle in the center of the stone cave, the flames jetting from his body reaching three or four kilometers high, the firelight blazing, radiating tens of li in all directions.

Lao Tie stood beside Wu Tie, a great expanse of black wind rolling black sand covered the entire stone cave, helping Wu Tie block the leaking firelight and heat, maintaining that the stone cave would not be further destroyed by Wu Tie's anomaly.

"Wu tribe……this bunch of brainless idiots……always kill but never bury? Every time it's kill but never bury……after causing trouble, they always have others wipe their asses……"

Lao Tie muttered to himself……black divine light flickered in his pupils as he dug deep into his memory for information about this Wu clan branch.

After a long, long while, Lao Tie finally said softly: "Oh……is it……a seed line? Forced to withdraw, preserved as a breeding seed bloodline? No wonder their inheritance is so complete."

"I said, Wu Tie's family-transmitted body-tempering fist technique is so crude and violent that no normal person could complete it……turns out it's this group of violent individuals' family heirloom……"

"Original Wu Classic, Zhu Rong Classic, Gong Gong Classic, Xuan Ming Classic……tsk, I don't even have any records of these here; these guys are brutal, savage, crazy, obsessive……and moreover each one is extremely stingy……"

"However, toward their own clan members, they are extremely protective of their shortcomings……right, plus extreme xenophobia……even more extreme arrogance, arrogance, and arrogance……barbaric and unyielding……"

"These guys have no redeeming qualities; the only merit is protecting their own shortcomings?" Lao Tie grinned, showing his teeth: "But even if it's protecting shortcomings, one can't just kill and not bury……the origin essence blood of twelve experts above Command Pool Realm, damn it!"

Lao Tie suddenly widened his eyes, watching helplessly as large numbers of blisters erupted on Wu Tie's skin, then large patches of skin peeled off, revealing bloody muscles and various colored blood vessels and meridians……

Wu Tie's body could not withstand the impact of the thirty-six drops of essence blood; it had reached the brink of collapse.

Lao Tie cursed angrily, the phantom of the Pagoda of Rebirth rose slowly from his head, a three-foot-tall semi-transparent black pyramid pouring down vast black divine light that enveloped Wu Tie, forcibly helping him stabilize his nearly collapsing body.

"Xiao Tie, fully activate the Original Beginning Classic."

Lao Tie said urgently: "These fellows' origin essence blood surely bears the imprint of their Wu family origin cultivation method……you can record these methods, but you must definitely not cultivate them."

"The Wu tribe's methods are too extreme, too obsessive; although they are also a path to the heavens, they are not complete."

"Only the Original Beginning Classic is fundamental; hurry and fully activate it, using their essence blood energy to impact the heavenly earthly shackles, break through the Chonglou Realm……the strange methods recorded in their origin essence blood can later be used as your means to deal with enemies."

Wu Tie nodded with difficulty.

His whole body burned with excruciating pain, as if it might turn to flying ash at any moment, drifting away with the wind without a trace.

He was in so much pain he became dazed, only able to barely hear Lao Tie's loud shouting.

Not only his flesh, his soul also began to suffer the impact of the origin essence blood.

The golden light at his brow had been compressed to the size of a grain of sand, the light becoming extremely bright, its density extremely high, almost condensing into substance. Yet under the impact of the origin essence blood, the golden light could at any moment rupture and shatter.

At the moment Lao Tie employed the Pagoda of Rebirth's main body to help Wu Tie stabilize his physique, Wu Tie only felt a surge of extreme cold deathly power entering his body, helping him barely offset the terrifying internal heat.

The condition of his flesh was stabilized, but the impact on his soul remained.

Wave after wave of terrifying soul power howled forth, making Wu Tie feel like a poor little reef stone, yet wrapped in an endless tsunami.

That tsunami was not ordinary seawater, but the molten liquid of steel, its density exceeding that of reef stone by hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of times; his soul could at any moment be crushed to powder by that terrifying giant wave.

At the instant of excruciating brow pain, when the golden light was about to collapse, Wu Tie couldn't help but open his mouth to utter a mournful howl.

Within the thirty-six drops of essence blood simultaneously there were threads and strands of extremely pure soul power that needed no digestion by Wu Tie to directly merge, flowing into that speck of golden light at his brow finer than a grain of sand.

The fine golden light began to grow, one grain of sand size, two grains of sand size, three grains of sand size……

Extremely slowly, Wu Tie's soul power began to increase, his mana also began to transform……

Originally Wu Tie's mana was insubstantial, merely a mass of light and shadow, but now his mana gradually changed from light and shadow to like mist, then rapidly shifted from mist to a flowing water consistency.

Mana like water—this is the quality of mana that only experts of the Command Pool Realm can possess.

With the influx of thread after thread of soul power, just as Lao Tie said, countless characters exuding an extremely ancient aura surged in like a tsunami.

These characters point directly to the mysteries of the heavenly earthly origin, or blazing like fire, or deep like an abyss, or yin-cold like ice, or deathly still like the netherworld……

The origin cultivation methods of the various branches of the Wu family continuously poured into Wu Tie's soul, allowing him to instantly grasp the cultivation methods of these techniques, and he clearly comprehended the myriad mysterious and peerless, or domineering and tyrannical, secret arts hidden within.

Following Lao Tie's advice, Wu Tie imprinted all these techniques and secret arts into his soul, yet forcibly restrained himself from cultivating them.

He also realized that the Wu family's methods, regarding soul cultivation, are lacking; all their methods are barbaric tempering of the flesh, madly driving the physical body ever closer to the ultimate power of some heavenly extreme.

The Zhu Rong Blazing Explosion their soul power is also immensely strong, strong to the point of being inhuman.

But their souls are entirely nourished by their own excessively vast essence blood aura; their methods for cultivating the soul are extremely crude, even unworthy of a glance……

Even their method for breaking the Heavenly Lock Chonglou is solely a violent impact of essence blood, having little to do with the use of soul or mana.

Indeed, as Lao Tie said, the Wu family's these methods are too extreme; although they are also a splendid great path, they are not perfected, let alone perfect.

Wu Tie sat cross-legged on the ground, his whole body burning with raging infernos.

He repeatedly took deep breaths, operating the method within the Original Beginning Classic, exerting himself, carefully extracting from a single drop of essence blood a trifling strand of essence blood power and merging it into himself.

A tremendous boom.

In Wu Tie's mind it seemed as if thunder exploded, the enormous roaring sound shook his soul until it spun and swayed, nearly causing him to lose consciousness.

An immense, inconceivable force erupted within Wu Tie's body; his flesh and blood cells instantly shattered, all of his blood and blood cells were shattered in that instant, then under the violent compression of this force they regenerated anew.

Wu Tie's flesh-and-blood cells throughout his body suddenly shrank in volume.

If Wu Tie's flesh-and-blood cells originally had a volume of 100, they are now 99.9.

The cells' volume shrank and their density rose, yet the power they held surged more than twofold—each cell became over twice as strong as before.

Wu Tie's volume shrank slightly, but soon new flesh cells continually sprouted inside his body, his volume quickly expanded a little, and he also grew a bit taller and stronger...

Behind Wu Tie, two dazzling double-helix streams of light appeared.

Billions of fine light strands twined around the two dragon-like double-helix streams of light, condensing into thirty-three Chonglou shackles; Wu Tie's entire body was tightly imprisoned by the projection of these layered Chonglou shackles.

Inside his body, the flood transformed from this strand of essence-blood power roared forth, turning into a blood-colored giant wave that fiercely slammed into the first Chonglou shackle.

Piercing cracks rang incessantly; tens of thousands of fine light strands on the first Chonglou shackle were shattered by the blood-colored wave's blow.

The light strands turned into countless tiny light points that flew into Wu Tie's entire body, merging with each of his cells.

The first strand of essence-blood energy was exhausted; thereafter, Wu Tie drew a second strand of essence-blood energy from a drop of essence-blood.

Another thunderclap sounded within Wu Tie's body; likewise, a thunderous boom echoed in his mind. The golden light at his brow had already swollen to the size of a mung bean, and this boom compressed it to about one-tenth of its original size.

The golden light cluster grew ever denser, and Wu Tie's magical power likewise solidified somewhat.

Another blood-colored giant wave struck the first Chonglou shackle, and again tens of thousands of fine light strands were blasted into fragments.

Wu Tie's whole body felt a wonderful, ethereal sensation; he could faintly perceive that his body had become much lighter and more agile, and he had also gained several strands of mystical aura out of thin air.

He felt as if he were trapped in a small dark room made of countless thick frosted glass panes.

On these frosted glass panes, someone had smeared a thick layer of sticky ink.

Each time a light strand shattered, it was as if a bit of ink on a frosted glass pane was wiped away, letting a tiny ray of light leak into the dark room.

His body was awakening, continually drawing near to some primordial Dao.

That feeling of joy and relief washed over his soul like waves, causing Wu Tie to become intoxicated without realizing it.

Phenomena of flames, gales, sand, flowing water, dark ice, thunder, trees, grasses, and so on appeared around Wu Tie; the larger ones were no bigger than a palm, the smaller only the size of a thumb, yet each phenomenon was filled with an ineffable, mysterious aura.

Lao Tie carefully observed Wu Tie's changes.

Whenever he saw a blood-colored giant wave behind Wu Tie strike the Heaven-lock Chonglou, Lao Tie's sooty wolf-like face twitched.

"These Wu family bastards who deserve death a thousand times... they kill but don't bury, kill but don't bury... I finally understand where their infamous reputation comes from..."

"Clearly a great blessing, yet they've made it into this..."

"If it weren't for me watching over him here, this kid would have already kicked the bucket with a bang!"

"Great Wu essence-blood—can a mere first-level Chonglou Realm kid even digest this?"

"Damn it, damn it... huh?"

Lao Tie suddenly gave a suspicious look toward the direction the Wu clan people had left: "Those idiots are fine, but that white-haired old ghost... is rather cunning... Could it be that that bastard counts as having killed me?"

Behind Wu Tie, phenomena continued; the enormous Heaven-lock Chonglou shot up to over ten thousand meters high, with blood-colored giant waves continuously surging upward, countless extremely fine light strands constantly being destroyed.

After enduring thousands of such impacts, the first layer of shackles of Wu Tie's Heaven-lock Chonglou emitted a tremendous roar, and the first Heaven-lock Chonglou collapsed completely.

Wu Tie's body shuddered violently; his skin all over peeled off at once, a layer of lustrous, jade-white new skin had already emerged, continually releasing a brilliant glow.

An invisible, traceless wind welled up from the surrounding void.

These winds, soundless and scentless, slipped into his body through every pore, instantly sweeping through his limbs, bones, and flesh-and-blood nerves...

Lao Tie muttered in a low voice: "The wind tribulation has come... tsk... poor thing, this wind..."

As soon as Lao Tie finished speaking, the thirty-six drops of essence-blood in Wu Tie's body that had hardly been consumed all shuddered violently; the intangible wind tribulation that had just invaded his body instantly shattered, wailing as it spewed out from within him.

Behind Wu Tie, within the double-helix streams of light, the thirty-two layers of Heaven-lock Chonglou shone brighter, each layer somewhat sturdier than before.

Another blood-colored giant wave howled forth, heavily slamming into the second layer of Heaven-lock Chonglou.