Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 712 Further Training
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"Eight Scenic Clouds, Mysterious Creation Techniques, Forming and Shaping the Body!"

Xu Yunfan formed complex and profound hand seals, and the Divine Firmament Golden Core in his dantian spun rapidly, causing his magical power to move instantly. His own inner sanctum also began to continuously generate true power to replenish the rapidly depleted magical power.

Then, a vast expanse of Eight Views Clouds burst forth from his body, enveloping the core spiritual material, which resembled a small mountain, as if it were alive.

"Boom!"

The purple-gold divine lightning descended from the void, and its destructive power, under Xu Yunfan's subtle control, transformed into thousands of invisible forging hammers, which, carrying the creative power of the Eight Scenery Clouds, smashed towards the spiritual materials.

The Ten-Thousand-Year Sword Marrow Jade emitted a clear and melodious sword sound as it was forged by thunder. Impurities were tempered and dissolved into blue smoke, eventually transforming into a skeletal prototype that was as transparent as glass, yet exuded a sharp metallic aura.

Along its spine, nine sections of sword steps are naturally formed, faintly radiating a chilling sharpness. This is the foundation of the core secret technique of the Wancheng Sword Sect, the "Nine Revolutions Sword Aperture".

Xu Yunfan had mastered the Ten Thousand Chariots Sword Technique and also had the sword comprehension of his clone Han Shi, so he was naturally very familiar with it.

Immediately afterwards, the Northern Darkness Cold Iron melted amidst the intertwining of thunder and fire, flowing like silvery mercury to envelop the glass sword bone, rapidly shaping it into strong tendons and flesh.

Each subsequent infusion of rare and precious natural materials further enhanced the sharpness of this body. As time passed, a sword intent, imbued with rage and resembling a raging storm, began to brew and flow within its body.

"The true spirit has returned to its rightful place!"

Xu Yunfan pointed his fingers like a sword and pointed at the air.

The Star Spirit Banner shone brightly, and the dark golden Han Shi True Spirit was forcibly extracted from the space within the banner.

"Xu Yunfan! What do you want to do?! Don't even think about controlling my soul again!"

Han Shizhenling roared angrily, and the dark gold sword light struggled violently, trying to break free of its restraints.

However, under the absolute suppression of Xu Yunfan's Golden Core realm divine sense, his resistance was like an ant trying to shake a tree, utterly ineffective.

Xu Yunfan's eyelids did not twitch at all in the face of Han Shi's angry curses. He even wanted to make the other party's anger even deeper so that the power of the Angry Killing Sword Intent would be even greater.

"You don't have a choice now."

Lightning flashed in Xu Yunfan's eyes, and the Divine Firmament Golden Pill burst forth with vast lightning. Ninety-nine purple-gold lightning dragon phantoms roared out and coiled around the newly formed sword body.

"With Shenxiao as the catalyst and Chiyang as the furnace, the Eight Sceneries are forged and refined!"

The thunder dragon coiling around the sword suddenly tightened, and Xu Yunfan drew upon a trace of the power of the Crimson Sun Dao Fruit, transforming it into a phantom of a furnace of molten gold and raging fire, enveloping both the sword and the struggling Han Shi's true spirit.

Thunder and fire intertwined, undergoing the final smelting and forced fusion.

This is the most domineering step, using absolute power to imprint the true spirit into the new body.

The clone Wukong was a born holy spirit, so it naturally matched the stone embryo that Xu Yunfan had refined with rare and precious materials. However, Han Shi was different; it was difficult to take shape without being tempered by thunder and fire.

"what!!"

Han Shizhen let out a shrill scream, but under the pressure of the Thunderfire Origin and Xu Yunfan's powerful will, his resistance was gradually disintegrated, and he was finally pressed into the center of the brow of that crystal-white, sword-like body with its inner sharpness.

"Buzz!"

The moment the sword body was reshaped, an incomparably sharp sword aura soared into the sky, tearing the purple-gold lightning hanging from the palace ceiling into ripples.

The still body suddenly opened its eyes.

Deep within his pupils, two points of clear, radiant sword light, like ferocious beasts awakening, instantly pierced through the divine aura within the hall, silently carving deep furrows into the black jade bricks on the ground.

The newborn body, carrying all of Han Shi's memories, will, and boundless hatred, slowly lowered its head, looking at its own body, which radiated a cold metallic luster and contained unprecedented power.

Innate sword bones, Northern Darkness Frost Iron flesh and blood...

This body, a naturally formed sword physique coveted by sword cultivators, was actually forged by Xu Yunfan using his masterful weapon-refining techniques combined with the Cloud Book Avatar Technique. Even other Golden Core True Monarchs would be astonished by this news.

"Xu! Yun! Fan!"

Han Shi gritted his teeth, each word like a shard of ice bursting from between his teeth, containing deep-seated hatred and humiliation.

He suddenly looked up, his dark gold pupils, burning with fury, fixed on the figure on the cloud platform.

"You used my sword spirit as fuel to create a puppet, you deserve to die!"

Without any hesitation, the Thousand-Riding Genghai Raging Waves Sword Technique was launched.

This top-tier sword technique, originating from the Wancheng Sword Sect, had already been mastered to perfection by Han Shi. Now, wielded through this innate sword body, its power underwent a qualitative transformation.

Han Shi pointed his fingers like a sword and slashed forward into the air.

In an instant, layers upon layers of dark golden sword waves, formed from pure, murderous sword intent, appeared out of thin air.

Wave after wave surged higher and higher, layer upon layer, each sword wave containing the terrifying power to cleave rivers and tear mountains apart.

Wherever the sword wave passed, the solid space inside the hall creaked under the strain, and black cracks appeared on the surface of the mirror.

The power of this strike has already surpassed the limit of the Foundation Establishment stage and is infinitely close to the threshold of the Golden Core True Monarch stage.

A violent, murderous sword intent filled the hall, as if dragging everything into a furious abyss of destruction.

Faced with this furious attack, which would have required even a Grandmaster at the Foundation Establishment stage to prepare for a fierce battle, Xu Yunfan sat calmly on the cloud platform, not even lifting his eyelids.

He simply flicked down the sleeve of his right robe that was hanging at his side.

"buzz"

A boundless, vast, and ethereal will descended instantly.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no blinding collision of lights.

The instant Xu Yunfan swept his sleeve down, a purple-gold Dao Domain, flowing with the light of birth and death, naturally unfolded around him, silently enveloping the core area of ​​the entire Divine Firmament Palace.

The layers upon layers of raging, incomparably violent waves of sword energy crashed into this purple-gold Dao Domain like a violent avalanche plunging into a sea of ​​scorching lava.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no blinding collision of lights.

The rage of the sword intent, sharp enough to tear through space and furious enough to burn the eight wastelands, melted and disintegrated like ice and snow under the blazing sun the moment it touched the Dao Domain, returning to silence.

Within the Dao Domain, thunder arises and vanishes, the Xuanqiong (mysterious sky) remains eternally solid, bearing the myriad laws of heaven and earth.

Han Shi's seemingly devastating sword wave vanished without a trace, failing to even cause a ripple.

"Uh... Pfft!"

The full-force attack was so easily neutralized, and the backlash of the sword intent caused Han Shi's body to tremble violently. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood containing sharp sword energy, which scorched the Xuan Yu ground.

He staggered backward, looked up in disbelief, and stared intently at Xu Yunfan, his dark golden pupils filled with fear for the first time.

"A Daoist temple?! You've already been elevated to the Golden Core stage by your own celestial abode?!"

Han Shi's voice trembled violently, filled with incomprehensible horror.

He came from the Wancheng Sword Sect and knew very well what the arena meant.

(End of this chapter)