Chapter 304

Fuxi Divine Kingdom, Three Emperors Camp.

A false sun about a zhang in diameter was inlaid in the dome, emitting bright white light that illuminated the entire stone cavern.

Dozens of extremely long stone stalactites protruded from the dome, and from time to time a drop of milky-white viscous liquid dripped from inside the stalactites, falling with a 'ding-ding-dang-dang' sound into an extremely large pond below.

These liquids have extremely high viscosity and density; when they fall into the similarly milky-white pond, each drop rolls like a pearl on the pond's surface for a while before reluctantly merging with the pond.

Having removed his armor, Wu Jin lay naked in the pond.

He was extraordinary; his body, which had been over twenty meters tall, had recovered to roughly normal size, his height now about three meters.

His wounds had faded considerably, the bronze-like complexion had become somewhat fairer, the twisted, spasming muscles on his face had eased a lot, and at a glance one could faintly see the handsome appearance of the frank, open-hearted youth he once was.

Strong yet gentle heat continuously seeped from the pond water into his body; over the years of Wu Jin's frenzied slaughter and battle, the various hidden injuries and accumulations stored within him gradually shattered, dissolved, and turned into strands of black blood that seeped out through his pores.

Some thumb-sized fish darted about quickly in the pond.

They opened their mouths and gulped down the filthy blood and bits of flesh flowing from Wu Jin's body, and occasionally they would lunge at him, gnawing a few bites out of his ferocious, twisted scars.

After an unknown amount of time, Wu Jin drew a deep breath.

He let out a low sigh, slowly rose to his feet, and assumed the stance of the Wu family's secret Breaking Heaven Fist.

Standing in the pond, Wu Jin performed a set of Breaking Heaven Fist with a 'whoosh-whoosh' of wind, and one could see his muscles bulge all over, his thick veins swelling, and his qi and blood surging like a flood through his vessels.

The milky-white pond water suddenly receded downward by about a chi.

The pond, dozens of mu in size, was forcibly drained by Wu Jin using a single set of fist techniques, losing a chi of depth.

Wu Jin's scars vanished one after another, his skin became as white as jade, his bones and meridians made a 'crack-crack' sound, his body writhed rapidly, and his stout, twisted form like an iron ingot began to adjust its proportions.

The Primordial Wu Scripture……

Wu Jin muttered softly.

He fully activated the Primordial Wu Scripture; his body became like a great furnace, beginning to digest and swallow the immense energy transformed from the milky-white pond water. The scorching, rich essence of heaven and earth circulated within him, and his breath rose rapidly in stages.

Five-colored radiance flickered around Wu Jin.

Just as Zhu Rong's Blaze had said to Wu Tie that day, the cultivation speed of the Primordial Wu Scripture is not as fast as those extreme-attribute arts like the Blaze Scripture and the Flood Scripture, but the Primordial Wu Scripture is the most neutral and balanced, cultivating the five phases, mastering all heavenly and earthly attributes, and is the Wu family's most fundamental cultivation method.

A pale gold phantom of a seal rose slowly from the top of Wu Jin's head, and the surrounding heavenly-earthly elemental energy swiftly gathered toward him under the seal's sway.

Wu Jin gasped heavily, performing Breaking Heaven Fist dozens of times in succession, then he changed his fist posture, shifting from Breaking Heaven Fist to the more profound Three Styles of Opening Heaven.

Among the brothers Wu Jin, Wu Yin, Wu Tong, and Wu Tie, only Wu Jin is the eldest and strongest in cultivation; of the arts Wu Zhan learned from the Wu family, only Wu Jin received the complete set.

The Three Styles of Opening Heaven possess tremendous power and have a tremendous tempering effect on the physical body.

One could see Wu Jin's muscles all over his body tensing, each bundle of muscle initially swelling to its limit, then a terrible pressure arose from within, compressing each muscle bundle into something like steel plates that clung tightly to his entire skeleton.

Wu Jin thus became a withered skeleton frame.

His body became like a black hole, a tremendous suction emanating from within; the vast milky-white pond churned, bubbling with countless bubbles, and large amounts of milky-white heavenly-earthly spirit milk continually seeped into his body to replenish his expenditure.

After three hours, all the water in the pond, tens of mu in area and over two meters deep, was swallowed dry by Wu Jin, not a drop remaining.

Dozens of stone stalactites dripped continuously, drop by drop, of milky-white liquid.

These milky-white liquids struck the pond bottom with a dull thud, each thumb-sized drop like a pearl rolling back and forth on the smooth pond floor.

A muffled voice echoed from afar: 'Wu Jin, your time using the Spirit Milk Pool is up. This is the Three Emperors Camp's one-time free benefit for you new recruits—hey, do you feel the benefit? At least it should double your strength!'

Wu Jin took a breath; his muscles had slightly filled out, but at first glance he still looked like a withered skeleton.

He clenched his fists and muttered lowly: 'Onefold? No, ten…… to be precise, thirteenfold!'

He smacked his lips, Wu Jin looked up at the stone stalactites overhead: 'One million military merit for a single entry into the Spirit Milk Pool? Hmm, that doesn't seem too hard; next time I'll accumulate more merit and come in…… but, how long will it take to fill a pool?'

Wearing heavy armor and wielding a long whip, Zhulong Xiong strode out of a passageway laughing loudly.

Then, Zhulong Xiong's smile suddenly stiffened.

His body swayed, and he stared blankly at the empty space; only in the center did the Spirit Milk Pool contain dozens of milky-white droplets rolling about.

'What have you done?' Zhulong Xiong stared dully at Wu Jin: 'You drank up an entire pool of heavenly-earthly spirit milk?'

Wu Jin spread his hands, looking earnestly at Zhulong Xiong: 'No, sir; I merely trained here…… my ancestral bloodline power had just reached a bottleneck, and with the aid of the Spirit Milk Pool I made only a slight breakthrough.'

Zhulong Xiong roared in anger and frustration: 'A slight breakthrough? Wu Jin…… you…… you surnamed Wu? You are…… a Wu family person? You cultivate the Primordial Wu Scripture? Damn it, have you awakened the proper Pan……'

He lashed the leather whip hard against the ground, Zhulong Xiong's eyes twitched violently as he stared fixedly at Wu Jin, dazed for a long while.

After a while, Zhulong Xiong finally laughed: 'Good, good, good, the mess hall fears no big-bellied glutton, the army camp fears no brave warrior…… hey, however many heavenly treasures you've used of mine, you must chop off that many heads on the battlefield for me!'

He crooked his finger at Wu Jin and shouted sternly: 'Hurry up, put on your armor, go fetch your father and two brothers back…… remember, each Primordial Giant Divine Warrior's body is worth a hundred million military merit; you now owe the Three Emperors Camp three hundred million military merit!'

Heartbroken as if twisted, he glanced at the empty Spirit Milk Pool, and Zhulong Xiong tightly shut his eyes.

'Moreover, this Spirit Milk Pool…… this Spirit Milk Pool…… even though it's a free benefit for new recruits, you've gone too far…… there's never been a precedent of anyone draining an almost-full Spirit Milk Pool in one go…… you've gone too far.'

'Three hundred ten million military merit, that's what you owe me.'

Zhulong Xiong snapped angrily: 'Such a pool of heavenly-earthly spirit milk would be enough for a hundred talented warriors…… you alone drained it…… you owe me three hundred ten million military merit, that's settled—stop giving me nonsense.'

Zhulong Xiong waved his hand, and a tremendously heavy full-coverage suit of armor crashed down heavily before Wu Jin.

'Put on the armor, understand your father and brothers; in just these few days, perhaps it will be launched.'

Wu Jin leapt from the pond, donned the flood-dragon-hide inner armor that matched the heavy armor, then draped the heavy armor weighing tens of thousands of catties over his body. One heard the constant 'clang-clang' as the armor's internal joints and bolts rotated and locked on their own, the armor fitting Wu Jin tightly without gaps.

Wu Jin moved his body a bit; to him this armor was as light as nothing, and its movement was extremely agile; after performing several large-range motions, the armor seemed nonexistent, posing no hindrance to his movements.

'I take a liking to you, kid, more than those two pretty faces, so this is indeed a fine set of armor.' Zhulong Xiong crossed his arms over his chest and smiled: 'This Bixia Armor—there are only three hundred sets in the entire Three Emperors Camp, this is the last one; I took a liking to you, so I give it to you.'

Zhulong Xiong laughed loudly: 'Remember, don't make me lose face.'

Wu Jin answered in a deep, hollow voice, he flicked his hands, and the Taotie wooden shield and giant battle-axe appeared simultaneously in his hands.

He hooked the wooden shield behind him, and a suction force naturally arose inside the Bixi armor, firmly attaching the armor to his back.

Gripping the great battle-axe with one hand and hoisting it onto his shoulder, Wu Jin followed behind the Candle Dragon calf, striding out of the stone cave; after they left, the False Sun on the ceiling went out with a pa, the stone cave became pitch black, only the clear sound of the heavenly-earth spiritual milk dripping could be heard.

Ten days later.

The edge of a great rift a hundred li wide, its depth unknown, its length left and right unknown, its height from the top unknown, with turbulent black winds constantly blowing upward from below toward the sky, Wu Jin stood firmly on the edge of an extremely narrow rock crevice, eyes wide open, gazing at several huge caverns on the distant cliff face, each several li in diameter.

Three towering crimson divine warriors stood behind Wu Jin, their eye sockets flickering with a viscous fire like molten lava, their bodies covered with a layer of flame three inches high, emitting a scorching heat that made one suffocate.

These three giant god-warriors tower over Wu Jin, and their appearance is identical to the giant god-warriors driven by the Great Jin Divine State's Demon-purging Hall, differing only in color and power attributes.

Behind the three giant god-warriors are slots holding roughly fashioned wheel axes; the axe blades blaze with firelight, and faint runes flicker.

Suddenly, Wu Jin muttered softly, "Dad, I've wronged you and Wu Yin and Wu Tong… This body feels awkward to me; have you two gotten used to it these past two days?"

One of the giant god-warriors raised its hand and slammed it hard onto Wu Jin's shoulder.

"Being alive is enough… You've done your best, what's there to feel wronged about?" Wu Zhan scratched his head hard and sighed, "After surviving the calamity, is there anything more fortunate than this?"

Wu Zhan shook his head and muttered, "Looking like this, it's no good to go see your mother… That woman, seeing me like this, would surely scold me to death… sigh…"

Wu Zhan lowered his head and, irritated, grabbed hard between his legs.

Losing this thing out of the blue, sigh… but it's also a good thing—when fighting, I don't have to worry about groin kicks… Only, Lao Er and Lao San, they're not married and have no kids yet, so we still need to figure out how to turn them back into humans.

As for me, now that I have your few little brats, hey, whether I have this thing or not doesn't matter." Wu Zhan muttered irreverently, "I just fear your mother's side… hey, but we probably won't see her for a long time, which is fine.

Wu Jin sighed, "Yeah, 310 million military merits! Damn, killing an ordinary soldier is just one merit. A Foundation Establishment cultivator is only five points, a Gan Xuan Realm cultivator only ten points… Human lives aren't worth anything."

One of the giant god-warriors, either Wu Tong or Wu Yin, laughed and said, "Low-ranking cultivators aren't worth anything, but high-ranking ones are. Those in the Chonglou Realm—even the weakest are worth hundreds of military merits, the strongest thousands… Ming Chi Realm cultivators are even more valuable."

Eager to try, he swung his arms twice and remarked, "Dad always said we brothers are dumb and our cultivation too slow. Now it's great—no need to cultivate, this body already has the strength of a high-level Tai Cang Realm or even higher—how wonderful!"

Wu Jin turned his head and slammed a heavy fist into that guy's head: "Idiot. In war, people die."

Wu Zhan also turned his head and slapped that guy's head: "The eldest is right to scold you—are you the second or the third? You're an idiot; in war, people die."

Wu Zhan sighed, then suddenly laughed: "Besides, this giant god-warrior's body is fine—if the brain isn't damaged, even a shattered body can be repaired, though the repair cost… is truly ruthless."

The giant god-warrior of either Wu Tong or Wu Yin sighed, "One arm costs ten million military merits… that's brutal… Won't we end up deeper in debt the more we fight?"

Wu Zhan shook his head: "Protecting the eldest… we three aren't afraid of death, losing an arm or leg doesn't matter; protecting the eldest… if he's cut down to a cripple, I truly won't have the courage to face your mother."

The four father and sons chatted irreverently here when suddenly a terrifying sound came from the several huge caves in the distant cliff face.

Sharp howls came, then terrifying hurricane sounds, and the whole great rift valley echoed with countless sharp, mournful howls, while the 'pah-pah-pah-pah' dull thuds rolled like thunder.

Countless poisonous bats of all sizes flew out of those caves.

These pitch-black poisonous bats ranged from thumb-sized to wingspans nearly a hundred zhang; like a dark cloud, they screamed out of the caves, riding the downward black gust, and surged swiftly upward into the great rift valley.

Afterwards, countless poisonous spiders rushed out of the caves.

Endless poisonous spiders, like a tide, crawled up the cliff face, chirping, and quickly spread into a formation hundreds of li wide, climbing upward along the wall.

These poisonous spiders ranged from the size of a mung bean to as large as a hundred zhang.

Countless poisonous spiders frantically climbed the cliff wall; from afar, their bodies bore countless poisonous snakes, poisonous lizards, and the unique poisonous insects of the stone-cave world.

"It's begun." Wu Jin gripped his great axe and asked, "By the way, who exactly is the Fuxi Divine State attacking?"