The Marrow Cleansing began. Shi Hao sat cross-legged, his body trembling uncontrollably, nearly collapsing onto the ground!
This was a continuous process. Just when he thought it was over, he realized it was only the first wave—soon, the next surge arrived.
His crimson marrow glowed like divine diamonds, radiating a serene halo as it flowed slowly, purifying his bones and washing over their pristine white surfaces, refining his skeletal foundation.
At first, Shi Hao felt only comfort—his pores relaxed, internal and external energies clashing like warm spring water caressing his flesh, refreshing his spirit.
But soon, agony took hold. His marrow transformed, delving deeper, the crimson liquid morphing into tiny dragons that reared and roared within his bones.
Every bone was the same—each housed radiant crimson dragons, their brilliance piercing through the bone, making them appear even more sacred.
Then, each crimson dragon thrashed its tail, slamming against the bone walls, churning violently.
The marrow boiled!
His bones had already undergone one transformation—cracking and regrowing—but now they shattered inch by inch, disintegrating, nearly causing Shi Hao to collapse.
Fortunately, his immense divine power sustained his boneless body, keeping him seated. Otherwise, he would have turned into a puddle of flesh.
This was no calamity—rather, a supreme fortune!
The marrow’s mutation altered his bones from their deepest layers, triggering a true Great Nirvana of rebirth.
Fragmented bones trembled like a resounding war hymn, cracking incessantly until they were utterly shattered.
Finally, the bones grew even more lustrous, like mutton-fat jade, wreathed in immortal mist, exuding an aura beyond the mortal realm—as if an exiled immortal were reforging his skeleton.
The Great Nirvana continued.
Immortal qi swirled within his marrow, thin mist rising as the crimson liquid surged, soaking the shattered bones!
**Boom!**
At last, this stage neared completion. Broken bones reconnected, each now resembling flawless immortal stone, suffused with immortal qi.
Yet, some fragments remained unjoined—withered and dull, discarded as impurities.
**Splat!**
Shi Hao’s body split open, expelling shattered bones that fell into the golden pool—a sight both terrifying and awe-inspiring.
This transformation was too violent, unimaginable—not gradual, but fierce, domineering, and absolute.
Who could fathom bones transforming like this—shedding outright, undergoing the cruelest form of skeletal rebirth?
The golden pool seethed, its mysterious essence surging into Shi Hao’s body, mending his fractures and ensuring the Great Nirvana’s completion.
Within him, treasure bones reformed, reshaped and tempered until they were whole again, shrouded in immortal mist—sacred and inviolable.
But this was not the end. With marrow and bones perfected, the process began anew—marrow thundered, bones burning like crimson furnaces, refining supreme immortal elixir.
For Shi Hao, this marrow was now the most potent sovereign elixir, with unimaginable effects.
His flawless bones became divine kilns, refining the marrow until it emitted an otherworldly fragrance—truly, a furnace of supreme human elixir!
Now, he would replace his blood—every drop of his essence would be renewed.
As the marrow ascended to perfection, his divine blood had to follow, replaced in kind.
An incredible phenomenon manifested—Shi Hao’s flesh turned translucent, his bones blurring. From afar, his over two hundred bones appeared as radiant white kilns, burning with pale flames below.
This was both vision and reality.
Each bone was a kiln, each wisp of immortal mist a flame, the marrow within refined into the ultimate human elixir.
In the immortal path, it was said: external elixirs were mere tools. Even the most supreme longevity herbs could not truly alter fate.
But the elixir of one’s own body was different—it could rewrite destiny. Refined to perfection, it surpassed even the rarest longevity herbs.
Of course, this required profound cultivation—the higher the realm, the more invaluable the elixir one could harvest.
An exiled immortal refining his own elixir, if successful, would produce a peerless immortal medicine!
Now, Shi Hao was harvesting such an elixir—unthinkable for his current realm. He had obtained a treasure beyond his level.
Few in the mortal world could harvest their own elixir—it demanded unfathomable cultivation as foundation.
**Boom!**
Shi Hao’s body blazed with light, metallic clangs resounding as countless bone kilns opened, their lids lifting one after another. Crimson mist billowed forth, carrying an intoxicating fragrance.
The human elixir had matured, ready to nourish him.
True enough, a tide of bloodlight surged, fragrance permeating the air as Shi Hao began his blood replacement.
This time, his elixir was marrow—each harvest yielded different results.
Marrow could produce blood—thus, his divine blood now boiled.
**Splat!**
The sight turned gruesome—Shi Hao’s skin flushed crimson, blood arrows shooting from his body as every pore oozed red.
In an instant, his old blood was entirely expelled, leaving only hazy immortal mist swirling in his veins.
For a mortal, total blood loss meant death—but for Shi Hao, it was merely a moment of pallor.
**Boom!**
His bones trembled in unison, each white kiln glowing as radiant crimson bloodlight poured forth.
**Rumble!**
Fresh blood regenerated—bright, translucent, surging like a river through his body, instantly replenishing what was lost.
Shi Hao’s form blurred, wrapped in immortal mist and divine light. His Great Nirvana neared completion, unfolding flawlessly.
With some rest and replenishment of divine energy, he would break through to a higher realm.
His power was about to soar!
Yet, at this very moment, the Divine Medicine Mountain Range was anything but peaceful.
The golden bull still rampaged, hunting down foreign experts. A great cultivator at the Dunyi Realm was nearly torn apart, bones shattered, fleeing desperately—only to be driven back by the Ironblood Ancient Tree each time he tried to escape.
Other young beings fared no better—some were slaughtered, impaled by the bull’s horns or shattered by its roars.
Desperate, a few foreign youths managed to evade the Ironblood Ancient Tree and the ancient Blood Vine, escaping to spread word.
Outside the mountains, foreign elders paled before darkening with fury. More entered, armed with secret treasures to counter the golden bull—and hunt Shi Hao.
The top-ranked among the younger generation, He Ziming, arrived personally, vowing to slay “Huang” alone.
Meanwhile, the Fearless Lion lineage sent forth several formidable experts, including one who had undergone ancestral reversion—his golden radiance overwhelming peers.
This was a descendant of the ancient monk lineage, once defected to the foreign realm. Their potential was boundless, each member terrifyingly powerful.
An ancestral reverser, in particular, boasted supreme golden blood—capable of rivaling Buddhas and Immortal Monk Kings once fully grown!
Then came word—the young supreme of the Gu Clan had also arrived, venturing deep into the death zone, seeking fortune while aiming to eliminate “Huang.”
The Gu Ancestor had once stood among the Ten Fiends, rivaling the True Dragon—a pinnacle lineage!
With one hand severing space, the other time, they commanded the cosmos—a power none dared underestimate.
Even in the foreign realm, the Gu Clan held transcendent status, revered by all despite their origins.
“This time, Huang is doomed! An elder has come to deal with that golden bull!”
“A young lord of the Imperial Clan has emerged from seclusion! Once he acts, no matter how strong Huang is, he will perish!”
Outside the mountains, foreign youths buzzed with excitement. Too many experts had gathered.
For one “Huang,” they had mobilized the Gu Clan and the Imperial Clan—what couldn’t they suppress?
They believed the younger generation alone could crush him this time—no elders needed.
Meanwhile, turmoil also stirred within the Imperial Pass.
“There are traitors among us, colluding with the foreign realm. They must be rooted out!”
“Identify those who haven’t returned after the border war—who dared leak our secrets?”
“Hmm, if I recall correctly, several youths are missing…”
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