Refining, Great Luo Sword Qi, Golden Divine Blood Appears

To fuse the Eleven-story Blood Futu, the method was also simple.

That was to refine it with blood and resonate with it.

Lu Yuan took out a dagger, intending to cut open his palm.

But he quickly became helpless.

The dagger was from home, perfectly fine for cutting fruits and vegetables.

Yet the moment it touched his palm, a sound of metal clashing rang out, and then the blade curled.

There was no helping it; his physique was too strong, his skin like steel, impossible even for bullets to pierce.

Let alone a mere dagger—if he used any more force, it would likely snap.

Involuntarily, Lu Yuan turned his gaze to the Great Luo Sword Embryo.

At this moment, the sword embryo still appeared black, but on its surface flowed strands of dazzling light, and upon closer inspection, there were also strange, inexplicable patterns.

The Great Luo Sword Embryo was an object from beyond the heavens; he didn't even know what material it was made of.

And this sword embryo had two advantages.

First, it was incomparably sharp; after refinement, it could merge into the body, connect with the mind, and change at will.

Second, the sword embryo had growth potential, meaning it could fuse with any special divine metal, then transform and become even stronger.

In simpler terms, it was like a level-less weapon in a game that could grow.

It could keep growing alongside its master.

Otherwise, Lu Yuan wouldn't have waited ten days at the Farm for it back then.

"Forget it, I'll refine the Great Luo Sword Embryo first," Lu Yuan said helplessly. He could only blame himself for being too strong.

But it didn't matter; there was plenty of time, and he didn't need to worry about the outside world for now.

Immediately, he picked up the Great Luo Sword Embryo.

It was slightly cool in his hand.

And a bit heavy.

The method of refinement was also simple—again using his own blood.

The Great Luo Sword Embryo was a divine object from beyond the heavens, so it easily cut through his skin.

The next moment, blood surged in.

Strands of light emerged on the sword embryo. These lights were unlike any other—each one was sword-shaped, and when these sword rays fell to the ground, the stone floor was instantly severed like tofu. Even just the falling sword rays were this powerful!

Indeed, this was another formidable power of the Great Luo Sword Embryo: the Great Luo Sword Qi.

But Lu Yuan didn't pay attention to this; instead, he sank his thoughts deep into the sword embryo.

Whoosh~

In an instant, The Great Luo Sword Embryo vanished into thin air, gone without a trace.

But soon, as Lu Yuan willed it, Beside him, streaks of sword light materialized, converging into a sword over three feet long, pitch-black with golden patterns etched into it—mysterious and powerful.

This was transformed according to his thoughts; held in his hand, both its length and weight felt perfectly natural.

"Good."

Lu Yuan took a moment to sense it.

Even just the initial sword embryo was more than enough for his current self.

Once he grew stronger in the future and fed it divine metals and ores, it would keep growing along with him, with no need to ever switch.

Clearing his mind, he knew the next step was to fuse the Eleven-story Blood Futu.

But before that, he glanced at the time.

Another half a month had passed.

He had no idea what kind of chaos was unfolding outside now.

Shaking his head, he ignored it.

Lu Yuan used the Great Luo Sword Embryo to draw blood once more, letting it drip onto the Eleven-story Blood Futu.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

The Blood Futu trembled, emitting streaks of blood light.

Yet these blood lights appeared extremely sacred, carrying no trace of eerie aura.

It was as if what stained it had been left behind by an enlightened Buddha.

As time passed, the blood light began to resonate with his body—a sign that fusion was about to begin.

"Fusing with the Eleven-story Blood Futu will take some time."

"The process also requires full concentration."

Lu Yuan thought to himself, then stirred his intent slightly.

The next moment, the Eleven-story Blood Futu sank into his chest.

Thump-thump-thump!

Thump-thump-thump!

At that instant, his heart pounded violently, like war drums, powerful and resonant, emitting a booming sound.

Once inside his body, the Blood Futu automatically transformed into eleven rays of different colors, directly entering his five viscera and six bowels.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle~

At this moment, Lu Yuan's entire body radiated countless beams of blood light, making him look like a man of blood.

From his pores, strands of blood even seeped out, appearing somewhat terrifying.

He knew this was because his five viscera and six bowels were not strong enough.

To bear the power of the Eleven-story Blood Futu, the process would be agonizing.

However, for Lu Yuan, who had struggled at the bottom for ten years in his previous life, what was this bit of pain?

So he focused his mind, cast aside all distracting thoughts, and let himself adapt properly.

The fusion process was somewhat lengthy.

It was not as smooth as with the Bodhi Ancient Tree. The seeping blood stained his clothes red and pooled on the ground.

As time passed, blood continued to ooze out, but if one observed closely, they would notice that the blood seeping from Lu Yuan's body carried a faint golden hue, very sacred.

Legend has it that when monks cultivate to a certain realm, nearing Arhatship, their blood turns golden.

And now, Lu Yuan, with the help of the Eleven-story Blood Futu, was continuously transforming in this direction.

Once completed, his physique would be empowered by the Blood Futu's strength, undergoing an unprecedented transformation once again.

And so it went.

As Lu Yuan endured the pain of fusion, his physique grew stronger, and the days passed one by one.

As for the upheaval in the outside world, it had nothing to do with him.

At this time, on the other side, at the Farm in the outskirts of Wuzhou.

The original owner, Boss Zhang, stood trembling in the farm villa, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Over this period, the changes everywhere had shattered his decades-long understanding of the world. The earth stretched, mountains and rivers shifted, wild beasts and birds mutated, and more terrifyingly, a group of humans had gained godlike powers, spitting fire and water, like immortals.

Almost everyone was affected. People said a new era had arrived, and countless ambitious individuals were reveling.

But for ordinary people like Boss Zhang, everything was different.

Morality was trampled, and the law was on the verge of vanishing.

Even the money in his hands had become worthless paper.

All he could do was live cautiously in this chaotic age, lest one day he offend those Awakened and end up dead without a trace.

Indeed, after a period of change, those who had gained extraordinary power and evolved were collectively called the Awakened.

Previously, Boss Zhang had only seen such beings on the news or TV.

But today was different.

He had been sought out by an Awakened.

Now, sweating coldly, he slightly turned his head to look inside the villa.

The villa was ransacked, chairs and tables smashed.

Inside, figures in combat uniforms moved about—seven in total, tall and sturdy, all armed with guns.

On their sleeves was a special emblem, with four words faintly visible:

Chang Sheng Gene.

"Captain, nothing found," one of them spoke.

"Understood."

The leading captain nodded, then turned and walked step by step toward Boss Zhang.

He was fully armed, only his eyes exposed—and those eyes were a jade green, carrying a certain chaos and bloodlust.

When the man drew close, his tone was calm, looking down from on high as if at an ant, and he said coldly, "I'll give you one chance. Who is that man surnamed Lu, where does he live, and what is his identity?"

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