The barrier between realms was as fragile as a sheet of window paper before this torrent.
"Old Liu! Block the door! No one gets in!"
Fang Mo shouted at Iron Bone Liu, who was floating in midair, hoping to claim some credit.
Iron Bone Liu jumped, but he knew the situation was urgent. He hurried to the doorway and turned into a cloud of Black Mist, blocking the view.
Fang Mo couldn't spare a thought for the filth on the floor. He sat cross-legged right in the middle of the corpse pile, palms turned skyward, and tried to guide this raging power.
Boom!
A muffled sound echoed inside him.
The barrier between the Qi and Blood Realm and the Bone Forging Realm shattered in an instant.
Early Bone Forging Realm!
But that was only the beginning.
The power showed no sign of stopping. It drove his realm higher and higher.
Mid Bone Forging Realm...
Late Bone Forging Realm...
Peak Bone Forging Realm!
In just a dozen or so breaths, Fang Mo had traveled a road that would take others ten years or more to cover, even with resources piled high.
The power was still surging, heading straight for the gates of the Organ Refining Realm.
Once he broke through, he'd be a minor expert in his own right, someone who could land a decent post even in the Divine Capital.
But Fang Mo felt a deep unease.
The sense of imminent disaster made every hair on his body stand on end.
Too fast!
If he'd cultivated his way up, everything would have fallen naturally into place.
But even though this plundered power had been purified by Prison Suppressor, if he kept breaking through without taking time to consolidate, his body might collapse under the strain of such a transformation.
And without a cultivation method to guide him, the Organ Refining Realm involved strengthening the five organs and six bowels. The slightest mistake could rupture his insides and leave him dead without a whole corpse.
"I can't let it rise any further!"
"Any higher and I'm done for!"
"Stop, damn it!"
Fang Mo clenched his teeth, veins bulging across his face.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, he desperately marshaled his mind, trying to suppress the raging power.
But that power was like a wild horse that had slipped its reins. It wouldn't obey.
"If I can't hold it back..."
"Then I'll divert the flood somewhere else!"
At a thought, Fang Mo forcibly changed the course of his qi and blood.
He stopped targeting his internal organs and instead guided the enormous energy to pour frantically into all 207 bones in his body.
Since the Iron Bone talent strengthened bones, he'd use all that excess energy to temper them!
Some people might ask: Fang Mo, why do ordinary people have 206 bones, while you have 207?
Fang Mo's answer: Nothing special. Just naturally gifted!
Humm!
His bones trembled, groaned, and cheered.
His realm, which had already reached its limit, abruptly stalled.
Then the feeling of an imminent breakthrough into the Organ Refining Realm vanished.
As the energy flowed back into his bones, his surging aura began to stagnate and even recede.
Peak Bone Forging... late Bone Forging... mid Bone Forging...
In the end, it settled firmly at the early Bone Forging Realm.
But the aura surrounding Fang Mo didn't weaken. If anything, it grew more concentrated and more terrifying.
A pressure like that of an ancient Fierce Beast radiated from his seemingly frail body.
After a long while,
Fang Mo slowly opened his eyes.
He raised his hand and studied his palm.
His appearance hadn't changed, but in his inner vision, all his bones were no longer the pale white of an ordinary person. They had taken on a pure silver sheen!
Silver light flowed over them, and they were unbreakable.
Fang Mo tried making a fist and lightly tapped it.
A clear, ringing clash of metal echoed through the silent cell, lingering for a long time.
The sound was even clearer than that of the finest Hundred Refined Steel.
"This hardness..."
The corner of Fang Mo's mouth twitched.
As an old hand who'd read three thousand webnovels, he'd seen this kind of thing way too many times.
"White Bones, Iron Bones, and now Silver Bones?"
"Next, will there be Golden Bones, Jade Bones, and Glazed Bones?"
"What the hell, realms nesting inside realms!"
Fang Mo spat and cursed his rotten luck.
Though he complained, he could tell that with his current Silver Bones, if he faced Yuanji's flying nail again, it probably wouldn't even leave a white mark. He could snap the nail in half outright.
This time, he'd come out ahead!
Once his realm had stabilized, Fang Mo didn't get up right away.
Old Huang and the others could clean up the mess in the cell. He'd already thought up a reason:
These three bald monks had tried to escape, so the brave jailer had executed them on the spot.
As for how it happened? Who cared?
He had something more important to do.
With a thought, the scene before him receded like a tide.
In its place appeared the familiar Prison Suppressor space.
Compared to its previous lifeless silence, Prison Suppressor now had a few more traces of eerie vitality.
The moment Fang Mo arrived, waves of wailing and cursing reached his ears.
"Hey! Stop hitting me! Stop!"
"I'm a Junior Officer of the Punishment Department! How dare you lay a hand on me?"
"Amitabha! This poor monk is in agony! What manner of demon are you?"
Fang Mo took a closer look and grinned.
Beneath the towering black pagoda, two new rows of prison cells had appeared.
The row on the left held six unlucky souls, with Gu Yichuan at their head.
He'd thrown them into the well last night, but it seemed their souls had already been taken in by Prison Suppressor.
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