Reforging a Divine Body, Wielding Foundation Establishment Power

BOOM—!!!

A dull, heavy impact exploded through the Underground Palace once more, accompanied by a tremor powerful enough to rupture eardrums.

It was the Night Patrol Wandering Deity's second mace strike.

This blow was more than twice as powerful as the last. A suffocating, deathly light coursed over the black Iron Mace. Each strike seemed to rub salt into the wounds of this broken world.

Before everyone's eyes, the dark-gold doors, once indestructible and inscribed with ancient divine patterns, buckled inward in a vast curve.

The dozen or so prodigies from major counties who stood at the front, trying to brace the doors with their bodies, did not even have time to scream. The mountain-piercing force of that divine blow shattered their organs.

Blood and fragments of flesh sprayed across the doors, staining their solemn runes red.

Despair settled over every face in the Underground Palace like a layer of cold ash.

Who among them was not a top talent from Qingzhou's Thirty-Six Prefectures?

They had reached Qi Refining Perfection, their spiritual energy surging through them like rivers. In their home territories, they were heaven's favored children, surrounded by admirers.

Only now, before a Foundation Establishment deity who stood across an unbridgeable gulf of rank, did they truly see the cruel truth of cultivation.

No number of Qi Refining cultivators could bridge the gap to Foundation Establishment.

It was a leap in the very essence of life, the difference between common iron and a divine weapon.

No matter how they joined forces or wove their spiritual power together, they were as fragile as ants brandishing their pincers before a massive wheel. The deity could stir the Laws of Heaven and Earth and wield authority on heaven's behalf.

"Is this Foundation Establishment...? There's no... there's no way we can win..."

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