Merging with the Eleven-story Blood Futu was simple.
All he had to do was refine it with his blood and resonate with it.
Lu Yuan took out a dagger, intending to cut his palm.
But he quickly gave up with a helpless sigh.
It was a kitchen knife, good enough for chopping fruit and vegetables.
But the moment it touched his palm, it rang out like metal striking metal, and the blade immediately rolled.
There was no helping it. His body was too strong, his skin like steel. Even bullets couldn't pierce it.
A mere dagger was no match. If he pressed any harder, it might snap.
Without thinking, Lu Yuan turned his gaze to the Great Luo Sword Embryo.
The sword embryo was still black, but dazzling streams of light flowed across its surface. On closer inspection, strange, inscrutable patterns could also be seen.
The Great Luo Sword Embryo was an otherworldly object. He didn't even know what it was made of.
The sword embryo had two advantages.
First, it was incomparably sharp. After being refined, it could merge into his body, connect with his mind, and change according to his will.
Second, it could grow. It could absorb all kinds of special divine metals and transform, becoming even more powerful.
Put simply, it was like a weapon in a game that could grow without a level cap.
It could keep growing alongside its owner.
Otherwise, Lu Yuan wouldn't have waited ten days at the Farm for it.
"Forget it. I'll refine the Great Luo Sword Embryo first." Lu Yuan sighed helplessly. He could only blame himself for being too strong.
But it was no big deal. He had plenty of time, and for now, he didn't need to concern himself with what was happening outside.
He picked up the Great Luo Sword Embryo.
It felt cool to the touch.
And a little heavy.
The refining process was simple, too. He just needed to use his own blood.
The Great Luo Sword Embryo was a divine object from beyond the heavens, so it sliced through his skin with ease.
The next moment, blood flowed into it.
Streams of light appeared across the sword embryo. Unlike ordinary light, each one was shaped like a sword. When the sword rays fell to the ground, the stone floor was instantly cut apart like tofu. Even these sword rays, merely drifting down, were this powerful!
That's right. This was another of the Great Luo Sword Embryo's fearsome abilities: Great Luo Sword Qi.
But Lu Yuan paid no attention to the sword rays. Instead, he sent his thoughts deep into the sword embryo.
Whoosh~
In an instant,
the Great Luo Sword Embryo vanished into thin air.
But soon, at a thought from Lu Yuan,
sword rays appeared beside him, gathering into a sword just over three feet long. It was pitch-black from hilt to tip, etched with golden patterns—mysterious and powerful.
It had changed according to his wishes. In his hand, its length and weight felt perfectly suited to him.
"Good."
Lu Yuan tested it out.
Even as a newly awakened sword embryo, it was more than enough for him as he was now.
Once he grew stronger, he could feed it divine metals and stones, and it would continue to grow alongside him. He wouldn't need to replace it at all.
Clearing his mind, he knew it was time for the next step: merging with the Eleven-story Blood Futu.
He took a moment to check the time.
Another half month had passed.
He had no idea what kind of chaos had broken out outside.
He shook his head and put it out of his mind.
Using the Great Luo Sword Embryo, Lu Yuan drew blood once more and let it drip onto the Eleven-story Blood Futu.
Hum, hum, hum.
The Blood Futu trembled, radiating streaks of crimson light.
Yet these lights looked utterly sacred, without a trace of anything sinister.
It was as though the object they stained had been left behind by an enlightened Buddha.
As time passed,
the crimson light began to resonate with his body. It was a sign that the merging was about to begin.
"Merging with the Eleven-story Blood Futu will take some time."
"I'll need to concentrate throughout the process."
Lu Yuan thought, then stirred his mind.
The next moment, the Eleven-story Blood Futu sank into his chest.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
His heart pounded fiercely, like a war drum, strong and steady, rumbling through him.
Once inside his body, the Blood Futu transformed on its own into eleven streams of light, each a different color, and entered his internal organs.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle~
Countless rays of crimson light poured from Lu Yuan's entire body, making him look like a man drenched in blood.
Blood seeped from his pores in thin streams, a terrifying sight.
He knew his internal organs weren't strong enough yet.
They had to bear the power of the Eleven-story Blood Futu.
The process would be agonizing.
But for Lu Yuan, who had spent ten years struggling at the bottom in his previous life, this little pain was nothing.
So he focused intently, casting aside every distraction and letting his body slowly adapt.
The merging process was long.
It didn't go as smoothly as it had with the Bodhi Ancient Tree. The blood seeping from him soaked his clothes and pooled on the ground.
As time passed, blood continued to ooze out. But on closer inspection, the blood seeping from Lu Yuan's body seemed to carry a faint golden sheen, sacred and divine.
Legend had it that when a monk cultivated to a certain level and approached arhat-hood, his blood would turn gold.
With the aid of the Eleven-story Blood Futu,
Lu Yuan was now transforming in that direction.
Once the process was complete,
the power of the Blood Futu would fortify his body, bringing it through another unprecedented transformation.
And so,
as Lu Yuan endured the pain of merging, his physique grew stronger and stronger, and the days passed one by one.
The upheaval outside had nothing to do with him.
Meanwhile,
on the outskirts of Wuzhou, at a Farm,
the original owner, Boss Zhang, stood trembling in the Farm's villa, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.
Over this past period, changes in every corner of the world had shattered everything he had believed about it for decades. The land stretched, mountains and rivers shifted, wild beasts and birds of prey mutated. Most terrifying of all, some people had gained godlike powers, spitting water and fire like immortals.
Almost everyone had been affected. They said a new era had dawned, and countless ambitious people were celebrating wildly.
But for an ordinary man like Boss Zhang, everything was different.
Morality was trampled underfoot, and the law was on the verge of vanishing.
Even the money in his hands had turned into wastepaper.
All he could do was live carefully through this chaotic era. If he happened to offend one of those Awakened, he could be reduced to bones before he even knew what had happened.
That's right. After a period of upheaval, those who had gained extraordinary powers and evolved were collectively known as Awakened.
Before, Boss Zhang had only seen people like them on the news and on television.
But today was different.
An Awakened had come looking for him.
Cold sweat running down his face, he glanced into the villa.
The place had been ransacked. The chairs and other furniture had all been smashed.
Inside,
shadows of people in combat uniforms moved about. There were seven of them, all tall and heavily armed.
A distinctive emblem was visible on their sleeves. Four characters could just barely be made out:
Chang Sheng Gene!
"Captain, we didn't find anything," one of them said.
"Understood."
The leader nodded, then turned and walked step by step toward Boss Zhang.
He was fully armed, with only his eyes showing. Those eyes were a startling emerald green, clouded with a certain madness and bloodlust.
When he reached Boss Zhang, he spoke calmly, looking down on him as if he were an ant. "I'll give you one chance. Who is that man surnamed Lu? Where does he live? What's his identity?"
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