Chapter 103 | No Spiritual Roots? Then My Fists Shall Shatter the Heavens!

However, there was not much disappointment on her face.

She could clearly feel that her current blood qi was filled to the absolute limit, likely at the peak of the Eleventh Realm.

She was truly only one step away from the legendary Twelfth Realm.

“Since the medicinal power isn't enough, I will find what I need in the secret realm,” Su Yueli murmured.

At this moment, a trace of residual warmth remained from the fully digested pill, and her comprehension was in a wondrous, crystal-clear state of enlightenment.

Su Yueli thought about it and decided not to waste this opportunity. She flipped her hand and took out the True Spirit Dharma-Image Jade Fragment she had been keeping close to her person.

Since she could not break through to the Twelfth Realm for the time being, she would try to explore the Martial Soul.

When cultivators reached high realms, they possessed the Law of Heaven and Earth, a method to connect with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to manifest their own Dao.

On the other hand, martial artists lacked spiritual roots and did not cultivate the immortal path. The so-called Martial Soul had never been successfully cultivated by anyone in this world.

It was incredibly difficult; with no manual or guidance, she could only rely on her own raw comprehension.

Su Yueli closed her eyes, sinking her entire mind and her Delusion Breaker Rank blood qi into the jade fragment, forcing herself to comprehend the trace of the ancient true spirit's intent remaining within it.

Time ticked away, second by second. The cave was dead silent.

After an unknown amount of time, aided by her crystal-clear comprehension, inspiration suddenly struck Su Yueli. She abruptly channeled her Ji Dao will, weaving the blood qi throughout her body into a strange rhythm behind her.

Buzz.

In the darkness behind Su Yueli, the blood qi shifted and changed, actually condensing into an extremely blurry, palm-sized translucent phantom.

Sensing the strange phenomenon, Su Yueli ceased her cultivation, opened her eyes, and looked back at the little thing floating in midair.

For a moment, she was completely dazed. Her brow furrowed deeply in utter bewilderment.

This palm-sized little phantom not only looked incredibly weak, but its light was also so dim that it seemed she could blow it away with a gentle breath.

Su Yueli was deeply puzzled.

Rumor had it that a cultivator's dharma-image could easily stretch hundreds of feet and exert pressure over a hundred miles. Why was it that, in her case, the Martial Soul she had condensed with all her might looked like an underdeveloped, wandering ghost?

Wasn't this thing supposed to manifest its strength based on one's own power?

With her peak Eleventh Realm Ji Dao combat power, it shouldn't be this weak.

She couldn't understand the underlying principles, and despite several attempts, she couldn't make it grow any larger.

However, the only silver lining was that she had at least successfully crossed the threshold.

The seed of the Martial Soul had been planted. In the Myriad Bones Wasteland, she would have plenty of time and resources to slowly figure it out.

...

By now, five full days had passed since Su Yueli had entered the cave for her seclusion.

According to the information she had gathered earlier, the Myriad Bones Wasteland secret realm had officially opened yesterday.

Su Yueli stood up, tidied her clothes slightly, fastened the carved white mask onto her face, and threw on her black robe. With a flicker of her body, she transformed into a streak of light, rushing toward the border at full speed.

Spending another half-day traveling at top speed, she finally arrived at the border junction.

On the wasteland bordering Great Li and Great Wei, wild winds howled, kicking up sand and stones.

At this moment, a massive, pitch-black vortex was tearing open in the void ahead. That was the entrance to the Myriad Bones Wasteland, and waves of freezing, bone-chilling death qi constantly spilled out from within.

However, there were not many cultivators left at the entrance now.

After all, the secret realm had opened yesterday. The truly ambitious and powerful sect geniuses and loose cultivators had swarmed in at the very first moment, fearing they wouldn't even get a sip of soup if they arrived late.

Su Yueli had arrived a day late, leaving only a few scattered, tardy loose cultivators and a handful of disciples from various factions responsible for guarding the passage.

Dressed in her black robe, Su Yueli walked toward the massive pitch-black vortex.

There was no spiritual energy fluctuation on her body; she possessed only a perfectly concealed, steady blood qi. In the eyes of others, she appeared to be nothing more than a mundane mortal martial artist.

“Oh, look who it is. A mundane martial artist?”

One of the disciples from a major sect guarding the entrance glanced at Su Yueli and couldn't help but sneer, his eyes filled with condescending contempt.

“Martial artists these days are getting more and more out of their depth. They couldn't even make sense of the excitement at the Immortal Path Tournament, yet they still dare to come all the way to the border secret realm to join the fun?”

“Even for us cultivators, entering the Myriad Bones Wasteland is a near-death experience. What is a mortal who only knows some mundane parlor tricks going to do inside? Serve as a snack for the demon beasts? Truly overestimating themselves.”

The few scattered cultivators nearby also chuckled softly, treating her like a fool who was seeking her own death.

Su Yueli's expression beneath her mask remained utterly calm. She didn't even bother to spare a glance for these people.

She had long since grown accustomed to the deep-seated arrogance of the cultivators in this world.

Others entered the Myriad Bones Wasteland to snatch the immortal path inheritance of that peak Twelfth Realm cultivator. She, however, was different. She had absolutely no interest in cultivation techniques; she was here solely for the endless supply of demon beast blood qi.

Moreover, the border of Great Li was far away from the core of the Imperial City.

By now, the Imperial City must be in complete chaos over Jiang Ran's death, and the old monsters of the Cangyun Sect were surely searching everywhere for the culprit.

In this border secret realm, far from the reach of imperial power, she could slaughter demon beasts to grow stronger without any reservations, completely free from the worry of being hunted down and killed by those top-tier Ninth or Tenth Realm old monsters.

Once she ground her way to the Twelfth Realm here, she would return to settle her bloody debts, and no one would be able to stop her.

With this thought, Su Yueli took a step forward, her figure plunging directly into the pitch-black vortex.

After a brief wave of dizziness, a freezing, bone-chilling astral wind slammed into her.

Inside the Myriad Bones Wasteland, the sky was an oppressive leaden gray, and the ground was overgrown with wild grass. Giant, decaying white bones lay scattered everywhere in disarray, and the air was thick with the heavy stench of blood and lurking demonic energy.

Su Yueli stepped onto the black soil covered in bone fragments. Before she even had time to examine her surroundings closely—

Rustle...

A low, savage beast growl suddenly echoed from behind the pile of rocks ahead.

A giant wolf covered in black barbs slowly stepped out, its pair of crimson beast pupils locked onto Su Yueli, the sudden intruder.

A Fifth Realm demon beast—a Black-Barbed Wolf.

Feeling the incredibly robust essence blood fluctuations radiating from the demon beast, Su Yueli was delighted rather than alarmed. Beneath her mask, the corners of her lips slowly curved upward.