Beneath Blood Spirit Sect…
The massive blood cauldron ceaselessly boiled countless lives, fueling the Satellite Blood Formation.
From the formation, figures emerged one by one—each reeking of thick blood, cloaked in crimson, all Void Refining Realm.
Below, hundreds of Void Refining cultivators stood in perfect ranks, auras restrained to the extreme yet brimming with terrifying killing intent.
Even a glance would numb anyone's scalp.
Blood Envoy hovered mid-air, crimson cloak fluttering without wind. He glanced at Blood Spirit Sect Master.
"How many Blood Guards have arrived?"
Blood Guards—the disciplined Void Refining army below.
"Reporting, Envoy: 410 Blood Guards. After today, we'll reach 500…" the Sect Master answered reverently, eyes burning with fanaticism.
500 Void Refining Blood Guards—Early to Perfect—enough to sweep any Eighth-Rank force on Ice Heaven Continent.
Blood Envoy nodded faintly, unimpressed by this terror. "30 Blood Generals?"
"Yes. The Blood Generals are leisurely drinking the blood of a recently harvested city!" the Sect Master replied respectfully.
"Bastards!" Blood Envoy roared, face livid. "Blood is precious now—fuel for Blood Envoys to descend! Since when do they get to indulge?"
The Sect Master smiled bitterly. Blood Generals were Harmony Realm—how could he stop them?
The plan was secret. Harvested lives were few, cultivation low. The Cross-Star Blood Formation would soon pause.
Higher realm transmission demanded more energy.
"Order the Blood Generals to stop! When enough Blood Envoys descend, we launch war. Kill and harvest blood to sustain the formation. We'll devour Viet Long Star step by step. Then they can feast!" Blood Envoy growled.
The Sect Master nodded. War to feed war. Public massacre was the only sustainable path.
"Envoy, which forces do we target first?" he asked.
Blood Envoy pondered, then ordered coldly: "Low to high. Capture weak forces alive first…"
"Understood!"
The Sect Master clasped fists, eyes blazing.
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Man Huang Star…
A vast, primal world. All races prioritized body forging—for strength and survival against brutal nature.
"Is this Man Hoang Star? Spiritual Energy is thin, but natural pressure is terrifying!"
Two figures emerged from a hidden cave. The youth exclaimed in awe.
Lan An activated All-Seeing Eyes, grasping the situation.
Gravity was dozens of times Viet Long Star's. His body felt heavy. Flight speed would plummet—far less agile.
Primordial Infant cultivators here couldn't fly.
The sun hung too close, heat worse than Yellow Sand Continent.
Endless windstorms, lightning—no clouds, no rain.
Countless ferocious beasts made his skin crawl.
No wonder body forging was paramount.
"Nature here is mild. Some forbidden zones would make you shudder just hearing their names!" Wu San Niang smirked.
Only such a place was Body Cultivators' paradise—and perfect for Eight Gates Escape Armor.
"Master, where are we? Any people nearby?" Lan An asked curiously.
"We're in Beast Forest. Tens of thousands of miles around—only wild beasts. Your training ground!" Wu San Niang introduced. Her starting point too.
"Let's begin training!" Lan An said eagerly.
"Good spirit!" Wu San Niang patted his shoulder—then sealed his Spiritual Force completely.
"Seal Spiritual Force?" Lan An grinned. Master was thorough. He could break it with Forbidden Arts—but that would be failure.
Sealed, his combat power plummeted. Only Soul and Body Cultivation remained. Heavenly Treasures unusable.
"I know you can break it. Do so—fail. First task: bring me heads of 10 different Sixth-Order+ beasts. Simple!" Wu San Niang smiled.
"Time limit?" Lan An asked gravely. Beasts here lived in packs—killing one was no easy feat.
"Half a month! Reach Sixth-Turn Body Cultivation—then start Eight Gates!" she waved.
Lan An laughed helplessly. Is Eight Gates even mine? But he didn't argue.
He was eager to test new Body Techniques bought from the shop—besides harem upgrades, he'd prepared for himself.
"Strip. Wear this!" Wu San Niang tossed a cloak woven from countless stones—heavy just to look at.
Lan An didn't refuse. White Feather Robe off, muscular body exposed.
Wu San Niang's eyes flicked down, lips curling. "Not bad capital!"
"Master, stay safe. I'll be back soon!" Lan An laughed, stomping hard—crater formed. He launched into the sky.
No Spiritual Flight—only body strength for aerial movement. Interesting.
"Can't slack either…" Wu San Niang muttered, watching him vanish.
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Beast Forest was majestic—sky-piercing ancient trees, unseen mountain peaks…
Lan An leaped dozens of meters per bound, eyes scanning for prey.
Even simple jumps trained muscles and bones—stretching to the limit.
"Right place!" Lan An grinned, stomping again—deep footprints. He soared.
CRACK—BOOM!
Lightning struck, aiming to crush the sky-dancer.
"Perfect! Gentleman Demon Subduing Fist!" Lan An roared, muscles exploding—punch met lightning.
BOOM!
Lightning shattered…
PFFT!
Arm skinned, bloodied. Body crashed. Blood trickled from his mouth.
"Damn! Even normal lightning this strong?" Lan An muttered. Not Tribulation—just nature. And it wounded him?
ROAR…
Beast howl. His blood scent drew predators.
WHOOSH!
A massive shadow flashed.
"So fast!" Lan An exclaimed. Without Weakness Sight, he'd miss it.
Blood Mad Wolf—razor fangs and claws, eyes crimson at his blood, drooling.
"Blood Mad Wolf, Early Sixth-Order. Goes berserk at blood scent. Lucky—it's a lone hunter!" Meng Ying reminded.
He'd brought her to find suitable bones. The harem approved—chance to bond.
"Perfect!" Lan An laughed.
Offense as defense—he charged, Gentleman Demon Subduing Fist unleashed.
"GRR!"
Blood Mad Wolf didn't dodge. Sensing weaker prey, it lunged with massive claws…
About to shred him—Great Heavy Sword blocked. Claws screeched on metal.
Lan An, cunning, hid behind the sword—lethal punch.
BANG!
Wolf flew dozens of meters, uprooting trees, bones cracking. It rose, furious—charged blindly.
"Terrifying defense. Pure body strength!" Meng Ying gasped.
"Annoying—haha!" Lan An grinned. Normally, Star Explosion Fist with Thunder-Fire would pulp it. Now? Troublesome.
But this raw brutality ignited his blood. He hefted the sword, charged.
Sword used only with body strength—no Earth Split or Heaven Cleave.
Man vs. beast—pure, savage. No flashy moves, no world-shaking power. Just dust clouds.
"Space here is far tougher than Viet Long Star. Void Refining can't tear it—Harmony might," Meng Ying marveled. She'd been a frog in a well.
One Man Hoang held such wonders. What of Immortal Realm?
Her long-dormant passion reignited. She wanted to see more worlds, explore the universe.
"Crush you!" Lan An dodged a claw via Weakness Sight, leaped back—both hands swung the sword down.
ROAR!
Wolf ducked, hind legs kicking like a horse—met the sword.
CLANG!
Lan An's arms numbed. Wolf's hind legs cracked, slowing it.
Lan An smashed through a boulder—only skin wounds. Seizing the slowdown, he leaped onto its back.
HOWL!
Wolf roared in humiliation, sprinting wildly—shaking to throw him.
Lan An clung with one hand, the other pummeling its skull.
BANG BANG BANG BANG!
Four Gentleman Demon Subduing Fists—his fist pierced the skull, pulling out bloody brain.
THUD!
The massive body collapsed. Lan An lay panting atop it. Instinctively reached for Spiritual Energy—then laughed bitterly.
He'd grown used to cauldrons making him tireless. Now sealed—he was just flesh and blood.
"Master's task isn't easy. That stone cloak heavily restricts combat!" Meng Ying assessed.
Lan An nodded. Many openings missed due to slowed speed.
"Master was right. After 10 beasts—I'll hit Sixth-Turn!" Lan An said excitedly. Though exhausted, every cell worked to the limit.
He retrieved the sword, ready to sever the head…
WHOOSH—BOOM!
A sandstorm erupted, swallowing him…
"AHH! MY BEAST HEAD!"
His anguished cry—buried without mercy.
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