I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

The sound of the whip falling was extremely piercing.

"You little beasts, the Great Wilderness Sect doesn't support useless people!"

"If we don't move all 10,000 jin of firestone today, none of us will get any food!"

The overseer held a barbed leather whip in his hand, his eyes cruel.

Shen Tian slowly climbed up from the scorching sand.

My back is burning with pain.

This body, named Jianghe, was extremely weak.

There is no Eternal Overlord Body, no Great Evolution Divine Technique.

Shen Tian gritted his teeth.

He did not resist, but silently walked toward the mountain of firestone.

He carried a stone weighing at least 100 pounds on his thin shoulders.

The bones creaked under the strain.

Shen Tian forced himself to ignore the excruciating pain and began to silently recite the most basic body tempering method of the Great Wilderness Sect.

His breathing rhythm changed.

With each step, the muscles are being pushed to their limits, squeezing out the last bit of potential.

Sweat mixed with blood flowed; this was the most primitive form of blood removal.

Day after day, year after year.

Time in the cycle of reincarnation flies by.

In a blink of an eye, five years have passed.

The outer sect of the Great Wilderness Sect, the Blood Battle Arena.

The deafening roars echoed through the stands of the arena.

In the center of the field.

A young man with muscles as thick as an iron tower was facing a monster with his bare hands.

This young man is Jiang He, who will become Shen Tian five years later.

"roar!"

The wild wolf transformed into a blood-red afterimage, rushing towards his throat with a stench.

Shen Tian did not dodge.

His eyes were icy cold, and his right leg slammed down, shattering the bluestone slab beneath his feet.

The reaction force from the earth travels along the thigh muscles all the way to the waist and abdomen.

Finally, it all converged on the right fist.

boom!

With a punch, the air was blasted with a piercing sonic boom.

The wolf's head exploded on the spot, just like a ripe watermelon!

The scalding beast blood splattered all over Shen Tian.

He was breathing heavily, staring intently at his fist.

"I see……"

"The True Meaning of the Ancient Mountain Moving Technique"

"On the brink of life and death."

This is a conclusion that can never be reached through the enlightenment model.

Only in a true life-or-death struggle, only by personally defeating the enemy.

Only then can this technique of generating power be deeply ingrained in one's very being!

The gears of time have begun to turn once again.

Thirty years later.

The border of the Great Wilderness Sect, the Demon-Suppressing Abyss.

The sky was a strange dark red, and corpses were piled up like mountains.

There were demonic beasts and humans.

Shen Tian gripped a battle sword with a dulled blade, breathing heavily.

His left arm was severed at the root.

His chest was pierced by the claws of a foreign general, and his beating heart could be clearly seen.

At this time, Jiang He was already a core disciple of the Great Wilderness Sect.

But now, he faces certain death.

"Senior Brother Jiang, we can't hold out any longer..."

A junior disciple, covered in blood, gave a desperate, bitter laugh.

Shen Tian remained silent.

He felt his life force rapidly slipping away.

In reality, the Eternal Body could instantly heal these injuries.

But now, he can only watch helplessly as he walks toward death.

"Did he just die like that?"

Shen Tian asked himself this question.

Do not!

Just as his consciousness was about to fade, he suddenly understood something.

"The Undying and Indestructible Heavenly Art of Destruction and Reconstruction..."

"It's not about reshaping it through external forces."

"Instead, it is at the end of life that one squeezes out that final, primal drop of immortal blood!"

Shen Tian suddenly closed his eyes.

He completely gave up suppressing the wound, letting the blood gush out.

But inside his body.

All the remaining vital energy and blood flowed back at this moment, converging towards the deepest part of the heart.

boom!

boom!boom!

The faint heartbeat suddenly roared like a war drum!

A terrifying, blood-red vitality erupted from his broken body.

The severed left arm was writhing wildly with granulation tissue.

The pierced chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The surrounding monsters watched this scene with terror in their eyes.

Shen Tian opened his eyes, his pupils filled with blood.

He got it.

He finally understood the core secret of this technique.

That was an extreme thirst for life, a domineering act of tearing through the darkness with bare hands in the abyss!

"kill!"

Shen Tian roared and charged into the enemy ranks with his sword.

On that day, the Demon-Suppressing Abyss was awash in blood.

The name Jianghe became a nightmare for monsters.

The years do not live, the seasons flow.

A hundred years is but a fleeting moment in the cycle of reincarnation.

Over the past century.

Shen Tian followed Jiang He's body through hundreds and thousands of life-or-death battles.

He rose from the lowest level of menial laborers to the pinnacle of the Great Wilderness Sect.

He suffered the most serious injury.

He has been beaten the most severely.

He has experienced extreme cold and the agony of being burned alive.

Until the very end.

The main peak of the Great Wilderness Sect, the summit of the vast expanse.

The cold wind howled.

Jiang He, with a full head of white hair, sat cross-legged on a huge black rock, shirtless.

His skin had a dark golden sheen.

His figure was still somewhat thin, yet he exuded a terrifying aura that suppressed heaven and earth.

Before him stood a massive bronze pillar, hundreds of meters tall.

Shen Tian's consciousness quietly floated within Jiang He's body.

He felt the vast and boundless energy and blood within the old man's body.

It's been a hundred years.

He stayed by his side through this glorious yet tragic life.

There are no shortcuts in the path of the physical body.

Jiang He suddenly opened his cloudy eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice.

He didn't know who he was talking to, or it seemed like he was talking to himself.

"After a lifetime of hard work and a century of bloodshed, I have finally gained a sliver of enlightenment."

"The path I have taken is my great way."

The words fell.

Jianghe stretched out his withered fingers and forced out a drop of blood from his heart.

His fingers, like the sharpest carving knife in the world, landed on the bronze pillar in front of him.

Iron strokes and silver hooks.

Each stroke of the brush was accompanied by a deafening roar that shook the heavens and earth.

That was him completely materializing the essence of body refinement he had explored over the past century amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

This is the origin of one of the eighteen totem poles!

With each stroke of the river, a violent tremor resonated deep within Shen Tian's soul.

This is no longer the cold, impersonal introduction of techniques on the system panel.

It is a genuine heritage, imbued with blood and tears!

A century of life-and-death struggles.

The muscle memory of the body breaking free from its cocoon and transforming into a butterfly in dire circumstances.

Everything was poured into the depths of Shen Tian's consciousness at this moment without reservation.

"This is the true unity of all things..."

Shen Tian muttered to himself.

His enlightenment finally reached its peak.

Jiang He's fingers finally stopped.

The patterns on the hundred-meter-high bronze pillar shimmer with a breathtaking light.

A fierce wind swept across the land.

Thunder roared across the sky, as if in fear of the birth of this heaven-defying technique.

"It's engraved..."

Jiang He looked at his masterpiece and let out a long sigh of relief.

Shen Tian floated quietly inside Jiang He's body.

A torrent of insights, like a floodgate bursting open, poured wildly into the depths of Shen Tian's consciousness.

Those techniques for exerting force and the routes for the circulation of qi and blood are no longer just dry words.

Instead, it carries burning memories of blood and fire!

"So this is what true depth is."

Shen Tian muttered to himself.

He finally understood why his previous deductions had gotten stuck at the last step.