Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 283 Blood Boils the Divine Palace, Nine Forms Merge into One
Xuanque, also known as Shenque, is a gateway within a living being that lies between the real and the illusory.

It is a stage where living beings can transform from mortals to immortals, from beasts to demons, and from the mundane to the sacred.

It usually hides deep within the bloodline, making it difficult to detect.

Only when true blood is condensed, boiled, and sublimated to its ultimate state will it manifest.

Once you successfully pass through the barrier, push it open, unlock the great secrets of the human body, embark on the path to immortality, and become either an immortal or a demon.

This process is called "Blood Boiling at the Divine Palace, Foundation Building and Entering the Dao".

Just like the situation Liu Sheng is currently experiencing.

"The foundation of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, fusing the nine forms into one, knocking on the gates and breaking through the barriers..."

Liu Sheng closed his eyes slightly, shut his mouth and nose, focused his mind, and let the incantation of the cultivation technique flow in his heart, each word shining brightly.

For ordinary people to establish their foundation and enter the Dao, the process involves squeezing open a narrow crack in the Xuanque Gate, allowing the essence of true blood to seep into the gate and solidify the foundation of their Dao.

Therefore, the more concentrated the true blood, the stronger the inner essence, and the higher the grade of the Dao foundation formed.

But the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique is different from others. While others "squeeze" open a crack to unlock the great secrets of the human body, it breaks open the door and opens up a path to heaven!

Cultivate both Qi and body, and achieve sainthood in the physical body!
"Boom~"

Liu Sheng used his mind to control his blood, circling it around his body thirty-three times to gather momentum before launching an attack!
In an instant, the sound of thousands of horses charging through his body resounded, like a giant wave rushing forward, crashing against the banks, with a terrifying force.

The true blood surged and billowed, transforming into nine illusory figures, including the Yin Water Dragon, the Long-Armed Demon Ape, the Silver-Horned Thunder Ox, and the Sky-Splitting Sparrow, standing atop the waves.

They launched an attack on the ancient, mysterious palace at the end of their bloodline.

"boom!"

A deafening roar, like the beating of heavenly drums, followed by wave after wave, splashing crimson blood, almost submerging the divine palace.

However, this gateway, which seals bloodlines and separates immortals from mortals, is more sturdy than anyone could imagine.

Despite the raging waves of blood, it remained majestic and unyielding.

"Come again!"

Liu Sheng saw stars, and blood seeped from every pore of his body, making him look miserable.

He took a deep breath, his whole body glowed, his skin turned red like fire, and his whole body was like a red-hot iron block, with a frighteningly high temperature.

The bloodstains deep inside the body evaporated on the spot, leaving only a layer of ash.

The bluish-black veins bulged and stretched, like snakes coiled all over his body, connecting the inside and outside.

As the true blood surged and contracted, it surged and undulated like a group of snakes, its momentum terrifying and ferocious.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

……

"boom!"

One attempt after another failed, but they finally managed to make the gate teeter on the brink of collapse.

With just a little more effort, we can achieve complete success.

Liu Sheng, suffering from the backlash, was disheveled, with a withered face, and looked like he had lost all his vitality.

This is also why Qi cultivators were almost extinct before the changes in heaven and earth and the revival of the spiritual tide.

Forging a foundation with true blood and wielding blood to break through the gates have always been extremely dangerous.

Failure will severely damage one's vital energy, spirit, and soul. At best, it will cause a significant loss of vitality, a drop in cultivation level, and the end of one's future. At worst, it will result in an immediate explosion, an instant ascension to heaven, and a death without a complete corpse.

Therefore, before casting the foundation, people usually prepare rare and precious treasures and elixirs in advance to prevent any unforeseen circumstances and save their lives at critical moments.

The spirit gate of a person is related to their foundation; the stronger the foundation, the more solid the spirit gate.

If he had the original physical constitution, he would have succeeded in breaking through the barrier long ago.

Unfortunately, not long ago, he used the sweet dew of willow branches to cleanse his entire body, transforming his tendons and marrow, and reshaping his supreme constitution.

While laying an unparalleled foundation, he also elevated the strength of his divine palace to an unprecedented level.

Every drink and every bite is preordained.

Fortunately, Liu Sheng was no ordinary person after all, and had already made a name for himself.

Despite his setbacks and the depletion of both his physical and mental strength, he was not discouraged, much less gave up.

A mere backlash causing injury, a loss of blood and spirit, what can it do to me?

He hunched over, bent his knees, raised his arms and swayed his body, resembling an old bear climbing a tree, clumsy and comical.

But after a short while, his depleted energy and spirit were quickly restored, and his condition was restored to its full potential at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Talent, Bear Mantra!
"Come again!"

"If it doesn't work the first time, try again. With the talent 'Bear Sutra' in hand, as long as you don't die on the spot, you can recover."

"I'm determined to conquer this challenge today!" Liu Sheng's spirits soared. He rallied, channeling his inner energy to power his blood, which circulated around his body, and continued his assault.

With his previous experience, he was much more skilled in this round, not only minimizing the loss of true blood but also allocating his divine will more rationally.

"boom!"

The blood surged and crashed against the dark gate with a tremendous roar.

On the crest of the wave, a giant raven-shaped phantom completely disintegrated, turning into wisps of green smoke, which were absorbed and strengthened by several other phantoms.

Crow-shaped true blood, completely fused!
"boom!"

Ox-shaped true blood, smelted!
"boom!"

Dragon-shaped true blood, forging!
……

"boom!"

Ape-shaped true blood, forged!
With each failed attempt, the nine streams of true blood were melted down.

They merged completely, becoming one with each other.

At this moment, Liu Sheng clearly felt that he was incredibly strong.

It's as if you could reach out and grab the stars from the sky, or stomp on them and split the land and divide the sea.

Heaven and earth, demons and gods, all can be annihilated with a single punch!

"True blood serves as fuel, the Divine Gate as a hammer, forging the Nine Forms through breaking through barriers, and concentrating the Great Power into one body..."

"The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts—I'm just one step away from mastering it!"

On the crimson waves before the Divine Palace, a figure stood proudly, his aura incredibly powerful.

It far surpasses the previous nine forms, such as ape, dragon, elephant, and sparrow.

"If we don't break through this mere Divine Palace now, when will we?"

"break!"

"break!"

"break!"

His blood boiled, crimson waves surged, gathering momentum, and finally crashed headlong into the Xuanque.

"boom!"

The gate was breached and the palace gates opened, and the light of the sky suddenly poured out from behind the gates, like mist and smoke, as if it had fallen from the heavens, ethereal and beautiful.

Looking at it, one feels as if floating on air, like a dream.

next moment,
True blood surged in!

"when!"

"when!"

"when!"

……

In the center of the inner hall, wisps of black mist hung down like spider webs, falling into Yang Zhi's corpse.

They managed to keep the nearly dismembered body from collapsing.

After a fierce battle, Wu Song ultimately gained the upper hand and severely injured his opponent with his self-created Five Yin Tiger Demon Art.

In mid-air, the black face formed from Song Yingtian's divine sense revealed a faint smile, uttering words that pierced the heart:

"...This is Yang Zhi, your sworn brother, whom you consider your own flesh and blood. He fought alongside you in countless battles, carving a bloody path through piles of corpses. How could you bear to kill him?"

"Brother Yang..."

Wu Song's breath hitched, a struggle flashed in his eyes, but it ultimately turned into an unprecedented determination:
"I will help you find liberation."

"Liberation? What liberation is there in this life?"

Song Yingtian let out a strange laugh, and the black energy surged violently, rapidly restoring Yang Zhi's mangled body along the connecting black lines:
"It would be better to be like him, a puppet of mine, forever bound to him—"

"when!"

"when!"

"when!"

Just then, a hammering sound rang out from a corner of the inner hall, abruptly interrupting him.

Calm and profound, robust yet possessing a natural charm.

In the dim light, it seemed as if demons were holding a furnace, and gods were forging the metal, with melodious sounds echoing through the air.

Even more spectacularly, flowers rained down from the sky, golden lotuses sprang from the ground, and a jade-like wind swept across the scene.

Extraordinary phenomena are unfolding, and heaven and earth rejoice!
(End of this chapter)