The Tyrant Body Awakens Several Times!

Asura God spoke coldly.

"As for that demon god holding the bone blade, its size at least looks somewhat intimidating."

The God of Destruction gave a scornful laugh.

His fingers tightened slightly, and the sphere of lightning in his hand let out a crisp crackle.

"Asura, you're not afraid, are you?"

"It's just a slightly larger beast."

The God of Destruction rose to his feet, his purple robes churning endlessly under the surge of divine power.

"If it dared come to our Divine Realm, I could send down a single Destruction Divine Thunder and blast even its bone fragments into ash."

"And even taking ten thousand steps back."

"Even if it had thick hide and tough flesh, could that Asura Blood Sword of yours, Asura God-King, not cut off its head?"

Asura God tugged at the corner of his mouth, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

His gaze passed over the demon god and landed on the dozens of goddess skeletons in the image.

"I just think this world's foundation is indeed rather interesting."

Asura God lightly tapped his fingers on the tabletop.

"Look at those so-called goddesses."

"Since they were called gods, how could they actually sit and perish because they couldn't withstand the erosion of darkness?"

"In the end, they died and their Dao vanished, leaving only a pile of bones behind."

"They couldn't even protect their own lives. What kind of gods are they supposed to be?"

Asura God's assessment was extremely harsh.

But his words drew unanimous agreement from the other God-Kings.

In their view, the gods of the Divine Realm possessed endless lifespans.

As long as their divine positions were not destroyed, they were beings who lived forever and never died.

Those goddesses in the Sky Screen who had died to protect a stretch of ruins were simply a disgrace to the word "god."

"Their strength is indeed too poor to look at."

The God of Evil, who had not spoken all this time, suddenly cut in.

"However, those scraps they were holding do seem rather wondrous."

"That lotus that can release lightning, and that white-jade horsetail whisk that killed mortals."

"The power of laws contained within them seems even sharper than certain divine artifacts in our Divine Realm."

The God of Evil licked his lips, a trace of greed flashing in his eyes.

"And that child called Qin Mu."

"That Spirit Embryo Divine Treasury cultivation method of his doesn't require gathering the power of faith. He can obtain such powerful strength by relying solely on developing his physical body."

Hearing this, the eyes of all five God-Kings changed.

The atmosphere in the great hall instantly turned scorching.

The God of Destruction sat back down on his divine throne, his hands crossed over his knees.

"Everyone, our Divine Realm has been peaceful for too long."

"As for those subordinate planes, we've already plundered their resources down to the bottom."

"Since this newly appeared world has so many good things..."

The God of Destruction swept his gaze around, lowering his voice.

"Shouldn't we consider searching for a spatial anchor in that world?"

Sea God Poseidon's eyes lit up.

"Destruction, you mean opening a cross-world passage to that Shepherd God World?"

"Why not?"

The God of Destruction sneered.

"Since this Sky Screen can transmit the images here completely intact, that proves there is some kind of connection between the two worlds."

"As long as we work together to deduce the laws of heaven and earth, we will find those coordinates sooner or later."

"When the time comes, we'll directly send the Divine Realm's army down into the Great Ruins."

The more the God of Destruction spoke, the more excited he became, as though that vast world had already become his possession.

"Who cares about some maddened Demon Ape or some Ancient Demon God?"

"When the army descends, suppress them all!"

"We'll establish temples across that Great Ruins and have the mortals of that world kowtow and pay tribute to us, offering up their faith."

"Confiscate every treasure those so-called goddesses left behind and use them to fill our God Realm's treasury."

"And that Divine Treasury cultivation method too."

Asura God took up the thread, cold calculation flickering in his eyes.

"We'll take it and study it thoroughly."

"We'll strip out the parts that threaten our godhood, then bestow the rest upon the believers in the lower realms out of our great mercy."

"That way,"

"the strength of our Douluo God Realm is certain to soar by leaps and bounds."

"We will turn that Shepherd God World into the largest subsidiary breeding ground of our God Realm!"

The five Great God Kings exchanged glances.

They all saw the vast ambition in one another's eyes.

In their lofty understanding, they were the rulers of all worlds.

Any newly appeared world should submit beneath their feet and provide them with endless faith and nourishment.

As for the true terrors hidden in the Great Ruins' night?

As for those ancient gods buried in the long river of time?

They did not care at all.

The Douluo God Realm had been at ease for too long—so long that they had completely forgotten how to spell the word reverence.

Elsewhere, in the Great Ruins, among the ruined relics of an underground canyon.

The sunlight grew brighter and brighter.

The sunlight dispersed the last trace of cold, sinister air lingering in the canyon.

Qin Mu crouched on the bluestone slabs, rummaging through the two dead Lijiang Sect disciples.

With practiced movements, he untied a brocade purse from Senior Brother Qu's waist.

He opened it and saw only a few bits of broken silver and several crumpled yellow talismans inside.

"Really poor."

Qin Mu curled his lip and stuffed the purse into his own clothes without the slightest politeness.

Then he ran over to search Junior Sister Qing's pockets.

In the end, aside from finding a box of cheap rouge, he did not turn up a single valuable item.

Qin Mu sighed.

With some distaste, he kicked the snapped refined-steel longsword aside.

"Do disciples from big sects go out without bringing any money?"

Hu Liena stood to the side, watching Qin Mu's practiced, money-grubbing way of looting bodies, and the corners of her mouth could not help twitching twice.

When he was killing people just now, he had looked like a butcher.

Now, as he rifled through other people's purses, he had turned back into that penny-pinching little cowherd from the marketplace.

This child changed faces faster than flipping through a book.

"Little brother, what should we do now?"

Hu Liena stepped forward and asked quietly.

She glanced at the skeletons of those goddesses in the middle of the plaza.

Even though it was daytime now, the obscure pressure radiating from those bones still made her heart tremble, and she did not dare go even half a step closer to the plaza.

Qin Mu stood up and patted the dust from his hands.

He looked at the two corpses on the ground, then raised his head and looked at the slope above the canyon.

"It's dawn. The monsters outside have all gone into hiding."

Qin Mu shouldered the broken bamboo basket and picked up the wooden stick he used to test the way from the ground.

"We need to hurry back to the village."

"We didn't go back all night. Granny and Grandpa Village Chief must be worried sick."

When Hu Liena heard they could return to Crippled Old Village, she immediately let out a huge breath of relief.

Although that village was full of strange-looking, disabled old men, compared with this Great Ruins wilderness, where monsters were everywhere and one could lose their life at any moment, that village was practically the safest harbor imaginable.

"All right, let's hurry." Hu Liena nodded again and again.

The two of them followed the rubble slope they had rolled down the day before, climbing upward on hands and feet.

They climbed out of the underground canyon.

A faint morning mist still hung over the primeval forest outside.

Crystal-clear dew clung to the leaves.

The air carried the damp fragrance of earth.

If one did not think about those terrifying man-eating things at night, the morning scenery of the Great Ruins was actually rather distinctive.

Qin Mu held a wooden staff as he scouted the way ahead.

He walked with a light, brisk step.

After breaking through the Spirit Fetus barrier, he felt as if his body was filled with inexhaustible, surging strength.

His feet landed on the fallen leaves, light as air.

Hu Liena followed behind him.

Although the soles of her feet hurt terribly, her mood was strangely calm.

She looked at the thin little figure ahead of her and felt an inexplicable sense of reassurance.

The two of them returned along the way they had come.

Their luck along the road was good; they did not run into any powerful fierce beasts again.

By noon.

The familiar stone statues at the entrance of Crippled Old Village finally appeared on the horizon ahead.

At the village entrance.

Blind Man was leaning on his bamboo staff, sitting on a large rock and basking in the sun.

Butcher was bare-chested, sharpening those two huge Butcher Knives on a chopping board with a rasping "shhk, shhk."

Mute was squatting at the entrance of the blacksmith shop, puffing away at a dry tobacco pipe.

When they saw Qin Mu walking over from afar with Hu Liena.

The old men in the village immediately stopped what they were doing.

"Well now, our Mu'er came back in one piece!"

Butcher roared at the top of his lungs.

His voice rang like a great bell, shaking the nearby leaves until they fell straight down.

Qin Mu waved toward the village entrance from afar.

"Grandpa Butcher! Grandpa Blind Man!"

He quickened his pace and ran into the village, his little face full of a happy smile.

Blind Man turned his head, the black ribbon over his eyes fluttering in the wind.

Although he could not see, he keenly sensed the change in Qin Mu's aura.

"Mu'er, this aura of yours..."

Blind Man lightly tapped his bamboo staff against the ground.

A satisfied smile appeared on his weather-beaten old face.

"Your Spirit Fetus broke through?"

Qin Mu ran up to Blind Man and nodded hard.

"It broke!"

"Last night in the ruined temple, there was a big bug that released bewitching incense at me."

"While I was chanting the demonic sound Granny taught me, I somehow ended up smashing that wall apart."

Hearing this, Mute, who had been smoking his dry tobacco pipe nearby, was immediately choked by the smoke and began coughing violently.

Butcher's eyes widened even more, and he stared at Qin Mu as if he were looking at a monster.

"You somehow broke through just like that?"

Butcher slapped his own thick, fleshy thigh.

"This Tyrant Body really doesn't make any sense!"

Hu Liena followed Qin Mu into the village.

She looked at these unimpressive old men, and there was no longer any of the contempt she had shown when she first arrived.

After witnessing the cruelty of the Great Ruins, she now only felt that each of these old men was unfathomable.

Just then, Village Chief lay on that shabby bamboo stretcher as Pharmacist pushed him slowly out of the village.

Village Chief's four limbs had long since been cut off. Only a torso and a head remained, making him look especially tragic.

Looking at Qin Mu before him, Village Chief's gaze also became very gentle.

"It is good that you are back."

Village Chief said softly.

"Since you've broken through the Spirit Fetus, your cultivation will have to take a different path starting tomorrow."

"A different path?"

Qin Mu moved closer to Village Chief's stretcher, his clear eyes full of curiosity.

"Grandpa Village Chief, I already smashed that wall apart, and the Spirit Fetus came out too."

"Shouldn't the next step be lighting up those five stars or whatever?"

Village Chief lay on the stretcher, looking at Qin Mu's innocent face.

His expression was calm, even carrying a hint of the unfathomable air of a transcendent expert.

"Mu'er, you're thinking of cultivation too simply."

Village Chief coughed softly, his tone turning extremely serious.

"What you smashed through last night was only the outermost layer of false barrier."

"You are the legendary Tyrant Body."

"The reason the Tyrant Body can be called the number-one physique under heaven is because it's completely different from those ordinary mortals."

Qin Mu's eyes shone as he listened, his little hands gripping the edge of the stretcher.

"How is it different?"

Village Chief continued making it up at an unhurried pace.

"An ordinary person only needs to break through the Spirit Fetus barrier once to draw qi into the body and begin cultivating."

"But the Tyrant Body can't do that."

"The Tyrant Body's potential is too great. To suppress this physique, Heaven set more than one trial deep within your brow."

"As your cultivation rises in the future, the Tyrant Body will undergo a second awakening, perhaps even a third."

Village Chief looked at Qin Mu, speaking with absolute conviction.

"Every time it awakens, an even stronger barrier will stand in your way."

"You have to break through it again and again."

"Only after crushing every single barrier completely can the true power of your Tyrant Body be fully unleashed!"

After hearing this, Qin Mu suddenly understood and nodded, his two little fists instantly clenching tight.

"So that's how it is!"

"No wonder I kept feeling that after I broke through that wall last night, there was still a huge amount of strength hidden inside me that I couldn't use."

"Don't worry, Grandpa Village Chief. I'll smash all the remaining barriers to pieces!"

Watching Qin Mu run off full of drive to pick up a wooden stick and practice chopping, Pharmacist, who stood behind Village Chief, raised his hand and touched the Evil Ghost Mask on his face.

Under the mask, the corners of Pharmacist's mouth were twitching like mad.

"This old bastard really just says whatever comes to mind."

Pharmacist couldn't help grumbling inwardly.

"What damned second and third awakenings? Since when can a Spirit Fetus barrier grow back after it's been broken?"

"It's obviously either this kid's cultivation method has gone off track, or the Tyrant Body itself has a flaw."

"I'd like to see how you, you old fraud, plan to cover it up after bragging this big when the kid gets stuck at the next realm and can't break through!"

But compared to Pharmacist, Butcher, Blind Man, and Mute beside him were very happy.

Butcher raised his head and ground the Butcher Knife in his hand with great force.

Mute tapped out his pipe, blew out a great mouthful of thick smoke, and looked just as incomparably proud.

On the other side, Hu Liena stood not far away, listening to Village Chief's grand theory, her entire mind shaken into a daze.

"Breaking through one barrier gave a child the power to instantly kill a sword cultivator."

"If he awakens two more times, three more times..."

Hu Liena swallowed, feeling that her imagination was somewhat inadequate.

"Then when he grows up, wouldn't he be able to collapse Spirit Hall's sacred mountain with a single punch?"

And outside the light screen, the soul masters across the entire Douluo Continent were also thoroughly fooled by Village Chief's "Tyrant Body theory."

Inside Heaven Dou Imperial City.

Quite a few sect masters were frantically taking notes.

"Write it down! All of you, write it down for me!"

The master of a mid-sized sect slapped the table and bellowed at the disciples below.

"From now on, when we take in disciples, we have to check carefully for any hidden barriers inside their bodies!"

"This Tyrant Body is insane. Breaking through realms is as easy as eating and drinking, and it can even awaken repeatedly."

"If our sect could pick up a Tyrant Body too, why would we ever worry about not dominating the entire continent?"

On the training field of Shrek Academy.

Yu Xiaogang's brows twisted into a knot, and the charcoal pencil in his hand drew a huge question mark on the paper.

"A physique that can awaken multiple times?"

"That already goes against the basic principle of energy conservation."

"Every awakening requires an enormous amount of vital energy to support it. How could one person's body possibly withstand that?"

Tang San was also full of confusion.

He felt the Village Chief's words did not quite make sense, but looking at Qin Mu's lively, vigorous state, he could not find any reason to refute them.