Qinchuan bathed in the golden Spiritual Liquid.
His chest and heart continuously cracked and rged, a process excruciatingly painful.
His pores dilated, expelling impurities and absorbing the golden Divine Liquid, which kept his heart from exploding.
At that ti, the golden heart from the Demon Race also turned into liquid, entering Qinchuan's body and transforming his physique.
The heart is the organ that produces Essence Blood and is closely related to the speed of wound healing after physical injury.
The Innate Dharma Strength within his body surged tumultuously, turning his viscera translucent and luminous.
The breakthrough process in the Divine Liquid lasted several days.
Finally, on this day,
Qinchuan's robust body suddenly trembled, and then the Divine Liquid in the Divine Cauldron began to boil. Dao Magic poured out of him like a curtain of rain, gushing towards the exterior.
He abruptly rose from the Divine Cauldron, his hair flying, eyes twinkling with golden light, emanating an ancient and serene aura.
"The Innate Viscera! It's done!"
Excitent was unmistakable on Qinchuan's face as he viewed his viscera internally, discovering the golden transformation not only of his heart but also the rest of his organs, now faintly golden.
The Innate Viscera should be able to rival the physical bodies of the Ancient Tis' four great races, right?
For those four great races, as long as their physical bodies were not destroyed, they could recover quickly from injury, thanks in large part to their powerful hearts.
At this mont, Qinchuan was confident that his physical body could now quickly heal from even the most severe wounds.
Qinchuan's powerful Soul then unfolded, capturing the entirety of the Spirit Dragon Holy Land in a glance.
"Mount Suru has only now opened."
Qinchuan muttered to himself as his Soul caught sight of Ji Huo'er and others entering Mount Suru.
"Since they've entered Mount Suru, I might as well continue my breakthrough!"
Qinchuan pondered in silence.
Although Mount Suru was filled with limitless opportunities and a trendous boost to one's Soul, it was undoubtedly superfluous for Qinchuan.
He could use this chance to break through to the Holy's Realm.
Without delay, Qinchuan sat cross-legged again and began guiding the circulation of his Mana.
…
Above the Dao Field, most disciples from the three major Sects had entered Mount Suru.
Only a few Cultivators, truly feeling they had no chance of surviving, did not enter.
Once the nurous disciples entered Mount Suru, and it was clear which remaining Cultivators would not enter,
Fu Hu, the elder, retracted his Divine Skills, the Buddha's light faded, and the golden portal gradually dispersed.
In its place, three massive projection screens erged from Mount Suru, each displaying scenes from within the three major areas.
At that mont, there were still quite a few Cultivator disciples on the Dao Field.
And next to He Qianshan were also several Supre Saint Experts, all fixating on the three giant screens above.
They were Elders from the various branches of the Heavenly Sword Gate and Xuanhuang Sect. They had already entered during the previous opening of Mount Suru, so there was no need to enter again this ti.
They ca here largely at the invitation of the Spirit Dragon Holy Land.
"Old Zhang, that Zhou Zi of your Wooden Lineage seems to have quite the luck; she was transported to a Blessed Land. If she quietly cultivates there for three days, she is bound to make significant gains."
"Haha, that Lu Kai belongs to your branch, right? I think he's doing quite well," said the strong man called Old Zhang, chuckling in response.
Many Supre Saints were watching the cultivators in Mount Suru and discussing fervently among themselves.
They naturally cared deeply about the performance of their juniors.
The cultivators who had not entered Mount Suru were observing the environnt inside through the light screen.
So were teleported to harsh environnts while others landed directly in Blessed Lands, causing them much frustration and secret sighs for missing out on an opportunity.
While many cultivators were watching the screens, Elder Fu Hu rose and said,
"Alright, I have opened Mount Suru as per the requirents. The passageway to Mount Suru will reopen in three days, by which ti all must exit, or they will be trapped within for thirty thousand years."
After speaking, Elder Fu Hu was ready to leave.
Being a monk who favors tranquility, he could not bear to stay a mont longer in Spirit Dragon Holy Land — such a tainted place.
"Hehe, Elder Fu Hu, why such a hurry? After all, Mount Suru is also a Buddhist Holy Land. If you do not watch over the entirety, should a problem arise halfway, wouldn't we have to trouble the Elder to co back?"
He Qianshan leaped up and forcibly stopped Elder Fu Hu.
"Moreover, after the event in Mount Suru, there are more exciting things awaiting Elder Fu Hu here. Would it not be a pity for you to leave just like that?"
"You!"
"What are you planning to do?"
Elder Fu Hu's face changed drastically when he heard these words, sensing an unusual aura.
Was a conspiracy brewing in Spirit Dragon Holy Land?
"Elder Fu Hu just needs to watch. Soon, my Holy Master will require Elder Fu Hu's assistance for an important matter," said He Qianshan with a smile on his face, though his smile seed rather sinister.
As He Qianshan was speaking,
suddenly, a brilliant array of lights flashed from Mount Suru.
Then, they saw the True Spirit Soul of a cultivator floating out from among the lights.
The True Spirit of this cultivator bore an expression of unwillingness and resentnt and was loudly roaring in rage.
"No!"
"Soone has fallen!"
All the cultivators were shocked; they hadn't expected soone to perish rely thirty breaths after entering Mount Suru.
The cultivators turned towards the screen.
In the center of the screen, the child nad Zhou Duo was covered in blood, his face twisted with ruthlessness and venom.
Licking the blood from his lips, he looked down at the corpse on the ground.
"Boy, don't bla . The fault lies in these rules. If I didn't kill you first, it would have been only a matter of ti before you turned on ," he said.
In Mount Suru, Zhou Duo had made the first move.
"This youngster from the Golden Lineage of Heavenly Sword Gate is so vicious!"
All cultivators were deeply shocked, but at the sa ti, they had anticipated that the journey to Mount Suru would not be smooth sailing.
"Zhou Tian, you have so nerve! You dared to instruct your grandson to launch a sneak attack on my disciple!"
At that mont, a furious shout erupted from among the Supre Saint Experts.
It was a middle-aged man with a bold face and a rough deanor, by the na of Yang Guang, an elder from Xuanhuang Sect. The young man who had been killed was his disciple.
He had seen it clearly; Zhou Duo had definitely launched a sneak attack to kill his disciple.
Unable to contain his anger any longer, he roared in outrage.
"Hmph, Yang Guang, have you forgotten the rules of this event in Mount Suru?" replied Zhou Tian in a tone neither salty nor bland, "My grandson acted entirely within the rules. How has it beco my teaching now?"
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