Han Yu and Lu Chang'an exchanged a glance.
The Cultivation World had countless cumbersome rules. When cultivators broke through, they often chose a paradise grotto brimming with spiritual energy and laid down layer upon layer of grand arrays to gather spiritual energy and protect their cultivation, fearful that the slightest outside force or stray thought might disturb their Dao hearts.
But martial artists never broke through by obeying heaven and accommodating others. They seized the vitality of heaven and earth against its will, grappling naked at the edge of a cliff.
"Gulp."
Han Yu lifted the earthenware jar with one hand, tilted back her slender neck, and swallowed nearly half the dark-gold paste inside.
Lu Chang'an was equally decisive, sending the dark-gold medicinal paste down his throat.
The instant the tier five great medicine entered their stomachs, it offered not the slightest soothing warmth or sweet aftertaste. Instead, it became scorching, savage lava and subterranean fire, charging brutally down their gullets and plunging straight into the great dragons of their spines!
Creak-
A burst of grinding bone suddenly erupted within Han Yu.
A Fourth-Realm martial artist's bones were already harder than refined iron, yet beneath the almost savage scouring of the tier five great medicine, fine cracks were forcibly torn through her dense bones.
Marrow replacement!
This was the heavenly chasm facing Fifth-Realm martial artists, and the first deadly barrier between mortal flesh and the realm beyond humanity.
Before the Fourth Realm, martial artists tempered their skin, forged their bones, and toughened their sinews. No matter how strong their bodies became, mortal blood still flowed through them.
Only by crossing the threshold of the Fifth Realm, completely dissolving and draining the postnatal mortal blood deep within their bones, and using the medicine's vitality to recast their marrow could they generate