Within moments, the bone marrow inside her body completely transformed into a pure golden color.
This golden marrow was extremely heavy. With its birth, Su Yueli's body weight soared rapidly within a few minutes, causing the black-gold stone floor beneath her cross-legged figure to sink an inch under the unbearable weight.
As her marrow turned to gold, her body's blood-generating function underwent a transformation.
Her newly generated blood carried faint specks of golden light. This blood surged wildly through her body, and with every cycle, it increased her physical defense.
Wisps of viscous, grayish-black impurities were forcibly expelled through her pores.
The moment these impurities touched the air, they were instantly vaporized into wisps of dark smoke by the terrifying heat radiating from Su Yueli's body, generated by the high-speed movement of her blood qi.
Su Yueli's face remained calm and serene. Every single bone in her body now emitted a faint golden glow.
Outside, the violent tremors of the earth had already reached the edges of the stone chamber.
Dense cracks began to web across the black-gold stone slab overhead, and fine stone dust rained down like sand.
The tearing force of the spatial storm had already seeped into the stone chamber.
Su Yueli still did not open her eyes, her focus entirely locked onto the circulation of blood qi within her.
She understood that the path of cultivation was rigorous and tolerated not even the slightest instability.
Those people outside only knew how to flee for their lives, completely unaware that this extreme pressure of life and death was actually the prime opportunity for the martial path to reconstruct the physical body.
Using her Ji Dao will, she firmly locked down the final trace of escaping medicinal power from the Ten-Thousand-Year Blood Marrow, thoroughly fusing it into the ribs of her chest.
Crack.
The final bone finished its reconstruction.
At that instant, a brilliant gold and red light erupted from Su Yueli's body. The falling stone dust in the air was instantly pulverized into nothingness by the terrifying force field generated by this physical phenomenon.
With her physical marrow turning to gold, her foundation for the Heaven-Shaking Realm had finally reached absolute perfection!
“Boom!”
At this exact moment, the black-gold stone slab overhead finally succumbed to the strangling force of the void storm and violently exploded.
Massive, pitch-black spatial rifts snaked through the opening like venomous serpents, tearing the entire stone chamber to pieces in an instant.
Only thirty seconds remained before this space would be completely reduced to nothingness.
Su Yueli rose to her feet, her white, carved mask looking exceptionally cold in the darkness.
She looked up and saw that the original passageway had long since collapsed.
Countless dark iron boulders, each weighing tens of thousands of pounds, tightly blocked the exit. In the gaps between the giant rocks, a rift to the secret realm, now only a finger wide, was closing at a visible rate.
“Open.”
Su Yueli's red lips parted slightly as she chose to advance instead of retreat.
She slightly bent her knees, twisted her waist, and exerted force.
Boom!
The black-gold stone floor beneath her feet instantly turned to dust under her stomp.
Su Yueli transformed into a gold-red streak of light, charging upward against the sloping ruins.
Faced with the pile of boulders weighing tens of thousands of pounds in front of her, she didn't even use her fist blade, Xiaohei. She simply raised her right hand and threw a punch.
Thud!
This punch lacked any resonance with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, yet it blasted a visible white air current channel through the void.
Pure physical pressure erupted instantly.
The pile of heavy boulders, which even immortal sect magic treasures would struggle to budge, could not withstand her fist for even a single moment. Upon contact, they instantly exploded into a fine mist of stone dust.
Whoosh—
As the stone dust scattered, the passage out of the secret realm had shrunk to less than half an inch.
Su Yueli's eyes flashed with a sharp glint.
In the final microsecond before the rift snapped shut and the void fell into eternal silence, she transformed into a gold-red martial aurora, forcibly bursting through the icy edge of the spatial rift!
Buzz.
Over the vast ruins of the wasteland bordering Great Li and Great Wei, the pitch-black vortex that had been hovering in mid-air, nearly tearing the sky apart, trembled violently.
Then, the massive spatial vortex suddenly collapsed inward, shrinking into a tiny black dot before vanishing completely into nothingness.
With the disappearance of the secret realm's entrance, the raging dust storms and spatial tempests in the surroundings gradually subsided.
At the edge of the ruins, several ragged, blood-soaked low-level loose cultivators slumped on the ground.
Their eyes were bloodshot as they stared blankly at the empty void, their lips trembling, unable to utter a word for a long time.
These loose cultivators were bystanders who had slipped out early before the anomaly in the inner area occurred due to their lack of strength and courage.
“It's gone... Everyone is dead.”
One of the loose cultivators swallowed hard, his face as pale as paper.
A few days later, an absurd yet entirely true piece of news spread like wildfire through the cultivation world along the border of the two countries:
The Twelfth Realm grand cultivator's tomb in the Myriad Bones Wasteland was not some inheritance of ascension at all, but a bloody trap specifically designed for luring prey and possessing souls!
What shattered the Dao Hearts of countless cultivators even more was that a mysterious martial artist had emerged from the tomb. Wearing a white, carved mask, this individual possessed absolutely no spiritual energy fluctuations.
Using nothing but a bare fist, this person had sliced an ancient demonic leech—comparable to a Ninth Realm grand cultivator—into hundreds of thousands of pieces of shredded meat within ten breaths. On top of that, they had physically delivered salvation to all the core elites of Great Wei's blood-armored guards and Great Li's sects.
Instantly, the upper echelons of the cultivation worlds in both countries were thoroughly shaken.
Those old monsters of the sects, who usually remained in seclusion for centuries, emerged one after another.
“With absolutely no magical power fluctuations, they tore a Ninth Realm beast apart using nothing but physical strength and blood qi?”
“Could it be an ancient, Unyielding Corpse that crawled out of some primeval tomb? Or perhaps the reincarnation of an old demon from the Asura Realm?”
The various market towns along the borders of the two nations immediately became tense and paranoid.
To prevent this “masked god of death” from endangering their heritages, the various immortal sects dispatched countless scouts with powerful divine senses to scour every border pass, leaving no stone unturned in their search for the white, carved mask.
Yet, the culprit who had triggered this massive earthquake in the cultivation world had already hidden her identity and departed.
In a mundane small town on the border of Great Li.
On the second floor of a remote restaurant, where the wooden tables were coated with years of grease.
Su Yueli sat in a corner by the window, wearing a blue-and-white dress. Her black hair was loosely pinned back with a crudely carved wooden hairpin she had made herself.
Holding a pair of bamboo chopsticks, she picked up a slice of mutton and dipped it into the bubbling red oil of the clay-pot hotpot in front of her.
The rising steam cast a warm glow over her clean, unadorned face, making it appear slightly flushed.
Who could have imagined that this girl, who looked like an ordinary village maiden, was the White Bone God of Death keeping the old monsters of Great Li and Great Wei awake at night?
Inside Su Yueli, her mutated Martial Soul had retracted its hundred-zhang true form, once again turning into a normal-sized bodyguard clad in dark armor.
Right now, deep within her sea of blood qi, it was holding the Twelfth Realm remnant soul fragment of the Tianyuan Sect's Grand Supreme Elder, munching on it like beans as it slowly digested.
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