The most prudent approach is not to participate in any desperate attempt that does not have an absolute chance of winning.
"Only short-lived guys are eager to gamble their lives. Eternal Life's warriors only play games that can be crushed by their absolute strength in the later stages." Su Yueli sneered in his heart.
Azure Cloud Sect and Azure Moon Sect of Great Li Imperial City are apparently from the eighth or ninth realm, but who knows how many Tenth Realm, Eleventh Realm, and even living dead above Twelfth Realm are lying in the coffins in the back mountain.
With her current Early Heaven-Shaking Realm cultivation level, she can certainly sweep away the middle and high-level people when she returns, but once she confronts those old monsters in the sect's forbidden areas with weird methods, the risk is still high.
Cultivation is a very rigorous matter.
If you don't enter Thirteenth Realm, you will never leave.
When she reaches Fleshly Sainthood and enters Thirteenth Realm, the day when she reaches Fleshly Sainthood and the High Antiquity sect-protecting formation will be nothing more than rubble that can be smashed open with one punch in front of her.
When the time comes, she will make it impossible for the ancestors of the immortal cultivators who are lingering in their coffins to crawl out.
Since you want to do it, then do it thoroughly.
Therefore, her next core mission is still only one: to stay in seclusion.
All the immortal cultivation resources collected in the tomb and Treasure Gathering Pavilion this time must be replaced with the old and powerful Martial Dao medicine.
She wants to completely wear out this hundred years of Zen.
"Buzz--!"
The moment Su Yueli made the decision, the joints on the five fingers of her right hand trembled violently.
The Little Black, which had been disguised as an old black iron ring, suddenly let out an extremely sharp blade sound at this moment, like a dragon's roar.
The sound of the blade was very high-pitched, directly setting off a burst of substantial physical wind pressure in the sealed stone chamber.
The layer of mottled rust that originally covered the surface of the blade completely shattered and vaporized at this moment.
Little Black transformed into Emperor-Tier Divine Weapon. The Sha Qi and Ultimate Dao Martial Weapon Runes contained inside formed a subtle resonance with the golden bones of Su Yueli at this moment.
The Fist Blade between the finger bones shines with a restrained black light that leaves no trace and swallows the light.
The sound of the blade is announcing to Su Yueli:
The two masters and servants are about to undergo their ultimate transformation.
Ku Chan has passed sixty years.
In the darkness, Su Yueli stretched out his right hand, and the dark golden finger bones slowly tightened.
Between the knuckles, the sound of explosions in the void sounded faintly in the dead stone chamber again.
"..."
Twenty years passed by in a flash.
Rumble.
Spiritless Death Valley Deep under the cliff, the dead silence still continues.
But in this sealed stone room, which is isolated from the world, the scene has become very terrifying.
The stone chamber has been sealed for eighty years, with no air circulation inside.
However, at this time, the temperature here has been baked to hundreds of degrees due to the unconscious radiation of Ultimate Dao Blood Qi in Su Yueli's body.
The heat wave was rolling in the stone chamber like a substance. If an ordinary mortal fell into this place, he would be scalded and vaporized by this terrifying temperature in an instant.
The originally rough and hard black gold stone walls around it had been completely melted by the terrifying high temperatures over the years.
The black stone bones flowed slightly in the high temperature. After cooling, they solidified into a glass shape that was as smooth as obsidian and reflected strange light.
In the center of the stone chamber, Su Yueli is like an eternal golden statue, sitting quietly on the glazed floor.
Above her head, the last trace of the crimson medicinal power belonging to the Ninth-Realm Demon Leech demon pill, mixed with the purest energy of Ten-Thousand-Year Blood Marrow, turned into strands of golden-red filaments, drilling crazily deep into her skull along her Tianling Cap.
The skull is the most difficult and dangerous part of the human body to temper.
If you are not careful, the brutal power of the medicine will destroy Sea of Consciousness and turn people into idiots.
But Su Yueli's State of Mind didn't make any waves. Under the tight control of Mutated Martial Soul and the powerful will force field, the arrogant Ultimate Dao energy was roughly crushed and forced into every inch of Tianling Gai's bone gaps.
Click, click.
The crisp sound of bone reorganization sounded continuously in the silent stone room.
When the last ray of golden-red medicinal power was completely integrated into Tianling Gai, the skeleton in Su Yueli's body that had been tempered for eighty years finally ushered in its final qualitative change.
Buzz!
A dull, ancient, tyrannical pressure without any Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi fluctuations, centered on Su Yueli, exploded in the stone chamber.
Martial Dao Thirteenth Realm--Ten-Thousand Tribulations Imperishable Realm!
This First Realm, Su Yueli is called Ten-Thousand Tribulations Realm.
Meaning: Fleshly Sainthood, Ten-Thousand Tribulations Imperishable.
The moment he entered First Realm, the color of all the bones in Su Yueli's body that were originally dark golden changed again.
The dark golden color gradually receded, replaced by a glazed pure gold color that was like substance and exuded a warm luster.
Each Root Bone bone is covered with densely packed pure physical bone patterns that exude an endless Savage Wilderness aura.
Her skin and flesh, also baptized by this power, transformed without any flaws.
At this time, even if she did not use any Qi and Blood defense, just relying on the instinct of her glazed pure gold skeleton and skin was enough to withstand the most terrifying thunder from the Immortal Sect, and even survive the violent void storm without being harmed.
Ten-Thousand Tribulations Imperishable, it's not a lie.
"Huh..."
Su Yueli's eyes, which had been closed for eighty years, suddenly opened at this moment.
The moment she opened her eyes, two substantial golden lights, which were purely condensed from the essence of her body, shot out from her eyes.
The golden light was like lightning, instantly cutting through the darkness in the stone room.
Boom!
The two golden beams hit the black gold stone door in front of them that weighed tens of thousands of kilograms and blocked the entrance of the cave without any hindrance.
There was no explosion or flying debris.
The black gold stone door, which was so hard that even a Eighth Realm cultivator could not shake it with all his strength, was directly melted through by the terrifying high temperature and physical pressure at the moment it came into contact with the golden light, leaving two transparent holes the size of bowl mouths with dark red glass-like edges.
Two golden rays passed through the stone door and shot straight into the void outside the cliff. It took a long time before they dissipated.
Su Yueli sat there, looking at his hands in a daze.
Eighty years.
In the mortal world, eighty years is enough for a baby waiting to be fed to complete its mediocre and hurried life, and finally become a handful of loess in Mass Grave.
The life, old age, illness and death, the grievances and hatreds of two generations are just fleeting smoke in the world of mortals.
But her appearance remains the same and her life remains the same.
Eternal Life Wufu, under the ruthless erosion of time, has become more and more terrifying.
"Ten-Thousand Tribulations Realm early stage..."
Su Yueli opened her red lips slightly and shook her right hand.
As the finger bones rubbed, a circle of white air waves visible to the naked eye was pinched out of the void.
Pure physical power reached the ceiling dimension of this world at this moment.
Now she doesn't even need to use any exquisite martial arts moves.
In the face of absolute physical strength, those aloof Eighth Realm and Ninth Realm monks were as fragile as toys made out of paper.