Can realms be nested?

The barriers between realms were as fragile as thin paper against this torrent.

"Old Liu! Seal the door! No one is allowed in!"

Fang Mo roared at Iron Bone Liu, who was floating in mid-air, trying to claim credit.

Iron Bone Liu was startled but knew the situation was urgent. He quickly floated to the doorway and transformed into a mass of black mist, obscuring the view.

Fang Mo ignored the mess on the ground and sat cross-legged amidst the piles of corpses, palms facing the sky, attempting to guide this violent power.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound came from within his body.

The barrier between the Qi and Blood Realm and the Bone Forging Realm shattered instantly.

Early Bone Forging Realm!

But this was only the beginning.

The power had no intention of stopping, pushing his realm into a frenzy.

Mid Bone Forging Realm...

Late Bone Forging Realm...

Peak Bone Forging Realm!

In just over ten breaths, Fang Mo had traversed a path that others, even with abundant resources, would need eight to ten years to complete.

The power continued to surge, directly aiming for the door of Organ Refining.

If he broke through, he would become a minor expert, capable of securing a decent position even in the Divine Capital.

However, Fang Mo felt a strong sense of unease.

The feeling of impending disaster made the hair on his body stand on end.

Too fast!

If he had cultivated this himself, it would have been a natural progression.

But this power, plundered and refined by the Prison Suppressing Realm, if he broke through continuously without any sedimentation, his body would collapse from being unable to withstand such a qualitative change.

Furthermore, without a cultivation technique to assist, Organ Refining involved strengthening the internal organs. Any slight mistake could lead to ruptured organs and a gruesome death.

"I can't go any higher!"

"If I go higher, I'll be ruined!"

"Stop for me!"

Fang Mo gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his face.

He sat cross-legged, desperately mobilizing his mind to suppress the violent power.

But the power was like a wild horse that had broken its reins, completely out of control.

"If I can't suppress it..."

"Then I'll find another place to release the flood!"

Fang Mo's thoughts shifted, and he forcibly altered the trajectory of his Qi and blood circulation.

He no longer attacked his internal organs but instead guided the vast energy, pouring it madly into the two hundred and seven bones throughout his body.

Since his [Iron Bones] talent was to strengthen his bones, he would use all this excess energy to temper his bones!

Some people might ask at this point, Fang Mo, why do normal people have two hundred and six bones, while you have two hundred and seven?

Fang Mo would say, nothing else, just exceptional talent!

Buzz!

His bones trembled, wailed, and rejoiced.

His realm, which had already reached its limit, suddenly paused.

Immediately, the feeling of about to break through to Organ Refining disappeared.

As the energy poured back, his soaring realm aura began to stagnate and even receded.

Peak Bone Forging... Late Bone Forging... Mid Bone Forging...

Finally, it stabilized firmly in the Early Bone Forging Realm.

However, Fang Mo's aura did not weaken; instead, it became more condensed and terrifying.

An oppressive feeling, like that of an ancient ferocious beast, emanated from his seemingly slender body.

After a long while.

Fang Mo slowly opened his eyes.

He raised his hand and looked at his palm.

Although there was no visible change externally, in his internal perception, all his bones were no longer the pale white of a mortal but shone with a pure silver color throughout!

Silver light flowed, indestructible.

Fang Mo tried clenching his fist, just a light touch.

A clear, long ringing sound of metal clashing echoed in the deathly silent prison cell, lingering endlessly.

This sound was clearer than the finest refined steel.

"This hardness..."

Fang Mo's lips twitched slightly.

As an old bookworm who had read three thousand novels on Tomato Fiction, he was extremely familiar with this scene.

"White Bones, Iron Bones, and now Silver Bones?"

"Are there Gold Bones, Jade Bones, and Glazed Bones after this?"

"This is a damn nesting doll of realms!"

Fang Mo spat, cursing his bad luck.

Despite his complaints, he could feel that with his current Silver Bones, if he encountered Yuan Ji's flying nails again, they probably wouldn't even leave a white mark. They would snap the flying nails directly.

This was a win!

After his realm stabilized, Fang Mo didn't get up immediately.

The mess in the prison cell would be cleaned up by Old Huang and the others. He had already thought of a reason:

These three bald donkeys attempted to escape, and were justly executed by the heroic jailer Sir.

As for the process? Who cared?

He had more important things to do now.

With a thought, the scene before his eyes receded like a tide.

It was replaced by the familiar Prison Suppressing Realm space.

Compared to the previous dead silence, the Prison Suppressing Realm now had a few traces of eerie vitality.

As soon as Fang Mo arrived, wails and curses assailed his ears.

"Ouch! Stop hitting! Stop hitting!"

"I'm a flag bearer for the Punishment Department! How dare you touch me?"

"Amitabha, this monk is in so much pain, what kind of demon are you?"

Fang Mo looked closely and chuckled.

Beneath the towering black pagoda, two new rows of brand-new cages had appeared.

The row on the left held six unlucky fellows led by Gu Yichuan.

These individuals had been thrown into the well by him last night, but their souls had already been collected by the Prison Suppressing Realm.