Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

A shockwave erupted from the point of their clash, instantly evaporating the surrounding melted snow into white mist.

Xilun's body swayed slightly, taking only half a step back, his expression remaining calm as still water.

The old man, on the other hand, seemed to have been struck by lightning.

His face flushed red instantly, and he uncontrollably stumbled backward five steps, each step leaving a deep footprint in the mud.

Having finally regained his balance, the old man raised his right hand in utter horror.

In the center of his proud Iron Sand Palm, a glaring bloodstain suddenly appeared, with blood dripping down, and his entire right arm was trembling uncontrollably.

How is that possible!

The old man stared blankly at his palm, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over him.

Although he had underestimated his opponent and hadn't used his full strength, the power of that palm strike was still enough to break the bones of an ordinary extraordinary expert at the pinnacle of cultivation.

However, this ordinary boy in front of me, relying solely on his physical strength, not only escaped unscathed in a hasty head-on collision, but also injured himself!

This terrifying bone density and muscle strength makes him seem like a freak in human skin.

Xilun slowly withdrew his fist, raised his head slightly, and looked down at the old man with an almost pitying gaze: "It seems that the so-called second-tier senior is nothing special."

"You arrogant brat! You're just relying on your superhuman strength. Watch how you handle my special skills!"

The old man roared, his murderous intent finally bursting forth.

He twisted his body, and his bones made a strange cracking sound. His body was as soft and slippery as a boneless venomous snake.

This is an advanced movement technique that he has spent years honing.

The next moment, the old man's figure seemed to transform into three ghostly figures, flashing rapidly around Xilun.

In an instant, a phantom flashed past Xilun, while the old man's true form appeared like a ghost in Xilun's right blind spot.

His withered, claw-like left hand reached out, its five fingers like sharp steel barbs, grabbing fiercely at Xilun's shoulder, attempting to crush Xilun's shoulder blade directly using a tricky grappling technique.

"I've succeeded!" The old man was overjoyed.

However, the moment his fingertips touched Xilen's shoulder, his expression changed drastically.

The feeling of easily piercing flesh that he had expected did not come; instead, he heard a sickening metallic scraping sound.

Clatter!

The old man's fingernails dug deep into Xilun's skin, only to discover with horror that beneath Xilun's flesh lay what seemed to be an indestructible layer of cold, hard iron.

Beneath that iron armor were thick, intertwined veins like coiled dragons, skin as tough as the leather of extreme-realm alien species, and muscles so brutal and rough that they were almost untamed.

This is the "Bone Forging Iron Armor Ascetic Method" that Xilun has cultivated to the expert level, combined with the alien defense of "Golden Tortoise Cicada Molting", it is simply an unshakable humanoid fortress.

The old man's all-out claw strike barely managed to pierce the outermost layer of Xilun's skin, failing to tear even a single muscle fiber.

"Finished? Then it's my turn."

Xilun's icy voice boomed in the old man's ears. Without even glancing at the wound on his right shoulder, his left hand shot out like lightning, his five fingers pressed together like a knife, unleashing a fierce claw strike from the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique," a backhand diagonal slash.

The old man was terrified and tried to retreat, but Xilun was faster than him.

"Tear!"

A sharp tearing sound rang out, and the old man felt a piercing pain in his right arm.

Xilun's claws, teeming with violent blood and energy, tore a large chunk of bloody flesh from his forearm, severing two blood vessels in the process.

Blood gushed out instantly, staining the old man's sleeves red.

He let out a painful howl and stumbled backward like a kite with a broken string, landing hard on his backside in the muddy snowmelt. His wrinkled and gray face was contorted with extreme pain.

"Get out." Xilun's eyes were cold, and he uttered a word devoid of warmth.

The old man gritted his teeth and used his left hand to tightly cover his bleeding right arm.

He looked at Xilun, who resembled a demon god, with fear, knowing that if he continued to entangle himself with him, he would definitely lose his life here today.

He turned around and hissed at the two students behind him who were already terrified: "Back off!"

The two young men were pale-faced, their eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

Their invincible teacher, a dignified second-tier extraordinary being, was actually severely injured in two moves by a twenty-year-old commoner student when he could only use first-tier strength.

Even the genius Ross from the Ocelli family could never accomplish something so absurd!

With the help of his students, the old man struggled to his feet and was about to slink away when Xilun suddenly spoke up.

"etc."

The old man stiffened, his face so somber it seemed to drip water. He lowered his head and said through gritted teeth:

"Young man, always leave room for maneuver; be forgiving when you can, and don't push your luck!"

Xilun sneered and retorted, "What if I insist on pushing my luck?"

The old man's chest heaved violently as he swept his gaze across Xilun's murderous face, his voice sharp yet weak:

"Are you determined to fight me to the death?"

"A fight to the death?" Xilun shook his head and said calmly, "You are not qualified to say those four words to me yet."

Old man, I haven't even held a grudge against you for the fact that you hit me first.

If you want to settle accounts, we'll do it item by item.

The old man's face turned completely black, like the bottom of a pot.

He couldn't withstand Xilun's monstrous strength if he fought; and he had no confidence to argue.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the humiliation in his heart, and compromised:

"So what are you going to do? Are you really going to fight me to the death here?"

Since you have the courage to venture into this deadly place, you must know its mysteries.

There are countless enviable opportunities here, and with your strength, you are bound to go to the innermost part of the canyon.

There are many mysterious palaces, fortresses, and towers there; why waste your time and energy on an old man like me?

A glint of light flashed in Xilun's eyes.

He called out to the old man in order to extract information.

"Oh? What's going on? Tell me in detail, what exactly is deep in this canyon?"

The old man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, realizing that the other party was demanding tolls.

He gathered his thoughts and said, "It seems you've only just arrived here. I've been here for a day and a night. Although I'm too old to compete with you young people, I've managed to figure some things out."

"You can follow this road deeper and deeper, and it will definitely broaden your horizons."

I can't say for sure what era this relic dates from, but in my knowledge, a great battle probably took place here hundreds of years ago.

After the great battle, this place was completely shrouded in a field set up by some powerful being, only to reappear in the last two days due to the loosening of the laws governing it.

Xilun looked thoughtfully into the depths of the canyon.

Within the thick fog, there was indeed a faint, ancient, and heavy aura rising and falling.

"What else do you know?" Xilun pressed.

The old man wanted to say something tough, but when he looked up and saw Xilun's emotionless eyes, his heart trembled, and he decided to tell the truth to avoid further physical pain.

"Most of the ruins of this ancient battlefield are broken and buried in the sand, containing many fragmented but extraordinary artifacts."

But the most dangerous are those spirits born from the resentment of the tragically deceased combined with extraordinary things.

The most common type is a headless light and shadow.

They exude a murderous aura, show no fear of death, and possess formidable strength. Once entangled, escape is extremely difficult. If you encounter them, you must deal with them with utmost caution.

"You can't handle it either?" Xilun raised an eyebrow.

The old man shook his head and said with a wry smile, "I can fight a few people one-on-one, but if there are too many, it will greatly deplete my aging blood and energy."

"I'll search around here and see if there are any valuable medicinal herbs that would be more worthwhile."

Xilun nodded slightly, confirming that the old man had been squeezed dry, and then casually waved his hand, dismissing the group as if shooing away flies.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief and, with two pale-faced students, stumbled and disappeared into the mist.

Xilun walked to the rock and carefully picked up the Moonflower Grass by the roots.

Although it was only one plant, it still counted as making a small fortune.

He carefully put it in his arms, dusted himself off, and without any hesitation, strode towards the deepest part of the canyon, following the direction of the stream.

"Ruins...ancient battlefield...headless spirit..."

Xilun silently pondered these words in his mind.

As he continued his journey deeper into the distance, the vitality before him began to fade rapidly.

The lush forests and clear streams gradually disappeared, replaced by a desolate desert, cracked Gobi, and vast expanses of blackened, scorched earth burned by terrifying heat.

The environment became oppressive and bleak.

Xilun's gaze swept over his feet.

There lay a massive skeleton, half-hidden there. Although most of the bones were decaying under the erosion of time, Xilun could still vaguely sense from the density of the remaining bones that the person must have possessed extremely formidable strength in life.

"At least at the peak of the second tier physique, or even higher."

Xilun pondered for a moment, "But now, it's just a handful of dust, and nobody cares about it."

This is the cruelty of the extraordinary world: if you don't become a god, you'll end up as an ant.

He walked slowly forward, and with a thud, his foot seemed to step on something hard.

Xilun bent down and forcefully scooped it out of the mud and sand.

Shaking off the sand, it was discovered that this was actually an ancient-looking, heavy halberd engraved with intricate patterns.

The halberd still bears deep blood grooves, vaguely revealing its once unparalleled ferocity after drinking countless blood.

This was an extraordinary weapon, but it was now completely rotten, devoid of any spiritual energy. With a gentle squeeze, the rust crumbled away, rendering it no different from scrap metal.

Xilun thought it was a pity, casually discarded the broken halberd, and continued to walk forward despite the oppressive feeling.

After about several tens of minutes, a muffled, rumbling sound of flowing water suddenly came to my ears.

The sound was not as clear and crisp as ordinary river water; instead, it sounded like countless boulders crushing each other.

Xilun's spirits lifted, and he quickened his pace to cross a Gobi desert slope.

The sight before him caused his pupils to contract slightly: a vast, gray river cut across the land horizontally from left to right, stretching as far as the eye could see, a truly magnificent sight.

Most shockingly, what flowed in this river was not water at all, but a thick white mist that appeared to be liquid.

The churning water exuded a suffocating, heavy sense of oppression.

As Xilun slowly approached the shore, he carefully felt the unique scent wafting from the water, and his heart began to beat faster involuntarily.

"This... could it be the Heavy Water River recorded in ancient books?"

Siron had consulted many documents in the Brotherhood’s library.

Heavy water is an extremely rare high-level resource.

It is not an ordinary water source, but a liquid energy formed by the purest and heaviest force between heaven and earth condensing over millions of years.

Every drop of heavy water is incredibly heavy, making it not only an excellent auxiliary material for refining top-grade extraordinary relics and high-level weapons, but more importantly, for extraordinary individuals who cultivate their physical bodies, the profound aura emanating from the heavy water river is a supreme holy medicine for cleansing marrow and rejuvenating bones!

If one can absorb its aura and temper one's body under such extreme pressure, one can thoroughly solidify the impurities in one's blood and qi, stabilize one's foundation, and lay the most perfect foundation for breaking through the threshold of the second-order life.

A fanatical light flashed in Xilun's eyes.

This place was practically a perfect feng shui location for his cultivation of the "Great Sea Giant Whale Guiding Technique"!

He was preparing to approach the water for further investigation when suddenly, a huge splash erupted from the calm water ahead.

A cold, sharp shout, full of hostility and arrogance, rolled in from the misty air.

"Stop!"

The rolling sound waves, mixed with the violent power of blood and qi, reverberated and echoed along the banks of the Chongshui River.

Xilun stopped abruptly, squinted slightly, raised his head, and looked through the dissipating gray mist towards the center of the river.

In the depths of the long river, which flowed with a heavy atmosphere, stood several huge stone platforms made of black basalt.

These stone platforms, covered with the mottled marks of time, are cleverly distributed at the nodes of the river, like natural array eyes, filtering out most of the violent crushing force of the heavy water, leaving only the purest tempering aura rising into the sky.

Without a doubt, these stone platforms are the perfect thrones for cultivating by absorbing the essence of heavy water.

On the three most central stone platforms, three figures were sitting cross-legged.

On the far right stone platform, a young man had just finished his breathing exercises and slowly opened his eyes.

His aura was much more solid than when he was in the fighting ring, clearly indicating that he had gained considerable benefits from this long river of heavy water.

The one who just spoke up was this person.

"This place has been completely taken over by the Silver Hand. Those who know what's good for them should leave quickly. Don't risk your lives for something you shouldn't take."

The young man spoke in a condescending tone, carrying the natural sense of superiority of a core disciple of a major club.

However, when his vision finally pierced through the thin fog and he saw the familiar figure standing on the shore carrying a black umbrella, his arrogant expression instantly froze on his face.

Xilun was slightly taken aback, then a cold smile with interest curled at the corner of his mouth.

The Silver Hand? What a small world.

He sized up the young man whose face was a mixture of pale and green. Although the man was shrouded in mist, he would never mistake his harsh face—it was Li An, whom he had severely taught a lesson on the arena back then.

"Who was so arrogant? Turns out it's just a defeated opponent."

Xilun stopped what he was doing, showing no intention of leaving. Instead, he took off the heavy alloy gun from his back and slammed it heavily on the ground, causing the rocks to crack.