In the Body Refi Stage, the first ransformations primarily focus on increasing the quantity of strength.

  However, the tenth transformation shifts its focus to refining the quality of strength—there is no further increase in raw power.

  Strength inates from blood energy, and refining that strength es a tremendous amount of blood energy. If the blood energy ot be replenished in time, it not only deys the refi process but also risks damaging the cultivator's foundational health.

  The Blood densation Pill is specifically desigo replenish blood energy.

  For outer disciples and even inner disciples, obtaining a Blood densation Pill is exceedingly difficult. Yet, for Feng, these pills were avaible in unlimited supply.

  After refining just one Blood densation Pill, Fe his blood energy surging. A trated crimson glow emanated from his body, ing around his surfad growing progressively stronger.

  As he circuted the Chaotic Heaven Teique, his strength underwent tinuous refi. Impurities were expelled, and the newborn strength, extracted from his blood energy, was repeatedly purified, leaving behind only the essence.

  At that moment, a beam of sword light pierced through the clouds, nding on a cliff edge, where it transformed into two figures.

  One of them was Yang Tao, and the other was Li Xinyue.

  Li Xiill looked dazed, struggling to process everything that had happeoday—it had left her stunned.

  “Disciple, the Young Master is currently cultivating. I will first teach you the Primal Heaven Teique,” Yang Tao said to Li Xinyue.

  “Yes, Master,” Li Xinyue replied, gradually regaining her posure.

  “The Primal Heaven Teique is inferior to the Chaotic Heaven Teique but still much strohan ordinary teiques,” Yang Tao expined briefly before diving into a detailed expnation of the method and his personal insights into cultivation.

  Li Xinyue listened ily, but unlike Feng, she cked the same extraordinary aptitude and had to ask questioedly.

  Yang Tao, however, showed no impatience. He carefully expihe teique over and over until Li Xinyue finally grasped its fuals.

  He then handed her Primordial Essence Pills and Blood densation Pills.

  “Bring your cultivation up to the peak of the ninth transformation, then vert your strength into the Primal Heaven Strength. After that, circute your strength through the Greater Circution of Energy to break through to the tenth transformation of Body Refi,” Yang Tao instructed. “If you wish to grow alongside the Young Master and bee his panion and follower, you must at least have the foundation of the tenth transformation.”

  “Yes,” Li Xinyue solemnly replied.

  The sudden ge iatus was overwhelming, but she quickly adapted to her new role.

  By the time Feng pleted his cultivation and woke up, it was already evening.

  Inside his body, his purified and incredibly potent strength flowed steadily, cirg throughout him. Wherever it passed, Fe his muscles tremble and his skin tighten, as if filled to the brim with overwhelming power. He also experienced an excruciatiion, as if his body might tear apart uhe pressure.

  “Master, I've pleted the sed refi of my strength, but my body feels like it's about to burst,” Feng said to Wang Yuandao, who stood quietly nearby.

  “I fot—you don’t have an innate divine stitution. Yours is a mortal body, and its capacity for handling refirength is limited,” Wang Yuandao said, pausing for a moment before sighing. “A mortal body only endure one or two refis. A spiritual-grade divine stitution hahree to five refis, whereas a king-grade divine stitution endure six to eight refis. A sacred-grade divine stitution undergo the full nine refis. While your prehension and pill absorption rival that of a divine stitution, you are ultimately not a true divine being.”

  “Master, surely you have a solution for this, right?” Feng asked.

  “Indeed,” Wang Yuandao replied without hesitation. He wasn’t oo beat around the bush and nodded. “inally, I po dey your body refiraining, but now it seems I have no choice but to accelerate the process.”

  “In our sect’s Chaotic Heaven Dao , there is a body refieique called the Chaotic Heaven Battle Body. Over the geions, the aors of Absolute Sword Peak modified it by iing swordsmanship to create the Chaotic Heaven Sword Body,” Wang Yuandao expined with calm precision. “Both teiques sist of nine levels and have their urengths. Cultivating the Chaotic Heaven Sword Body allows your Chaotic Heaven Strength to transform into Chaotic Heaven Sword Strength, which is more suitable for sword cultivators. However, mastering the Sword Body makes reag the Dao Iion stage more difficult pared to the Battle Body.”

  “Whie do you choose?”

  “Chaotic Heaven Sword Body,” Feng answered decisively without a hint of hesitation.

  “I respect your decision,” Wang Yuandao said before imparting the cultivatiohod for the Chaotic Heaven Sword Body. Feng memorized it after hearing it just once, fully prehending its intricate mysteries.

  “The cultivation of the Chaotic Heaven Sword Body requires external assistance,” Wang Yuandao said as he waved his hand. A three-meter-tall cauldron appeared before him. He began tossing various precious herbs into the cauldron, each radiating divine light in different colors, exuding a rich medial fragrance.

  Wang Yuandao then produced a jade-green bottle and poured its tents into the cauldron. The liquid shimmered like a flowing river of stars.

  With another wave of his hand, fmes sprang to life beh the cauldron. The intense heat was so overwhelming that even from several meters away, Fe as if he were being roasted alive.

  Ihe cauldron, the liquid boiled furiously, and the medial herbs dissolved, releasing aronger aroma.

  “Take off your clothes aer the cauldron to cultivate the Chaotic Heaven Sword Body,” Wang Yuandao anded.

  Feng’s face turned pale.

  This kind of heat—was his master pnning to cook him into a medial stew? Was he the main ingredient?

  “Hurry!” Wang Yuandaed.

  g his teeth, Feng stripped off his clothes and leaped into the cauldron. Instantly, the scorg heat enveloped him entirely. He thought he caught a whiff of roasted meat—his own flesh—and it reminded him of a medial stew he had eaten in the past.

  The seari burned not only his skin and muscles but also his bones and internal ans.

  The pain was unbearable, yet uhe influence of the Divine Creation Talisman, Feng couldn’t lose sciousness. He remained fully awake, enduring what felt like hell oh.

  Wang Yuandao flicked his fingers, sending streams of sword energy into the cauldron. These threads of energy merged with the boiling medial liquid and seeped into Feng’s pores.

  Pain.

  An excruciating new level of pain, as if tless needles were stabbing into him, carving through his body like bdes and tearing him apart from the inside.

  Feng couldn’t help but let out a pained howl.

  “Circute the Chaotic Heaven Sword Body teique!” Wang Yuandao’s cold voice broke through the agony like a thundercp.

  Fighting through the searing pain and the sensation of being torn apart, Feng began cirg the teique. With the help of the Divine Creation Talisman, his trol over his body reached unpreted levels.

  The chaotid destructive energies within him, fueled by the medial liquid, soon became orderly and refihey transformed from chaotic mobs into disciplined soldiers, meticulously tempering every part of his body.

  The pain gradually subsided.

  Notig this, Wang Yuandao rexed and smiled faintly.

  “He exceeded my expectations,” Wang Yuandao thought, his eyes gleaming with renewed hope. “Perhaps it’s possible after all—to cultivate a Transdent Realm expert within ten years to i Absolute Sword Peak.”

  Time passed slowly.

  Ihe cauldron, Feered a meditative state. A bzing and sharp energy coursed through his body, refining his flesh, muscles, bones, and even his blood. Every part of his being was tempered to perfe.

  He absorbed the medial energy without pause.

  Through a thousand temperings, his body became as tough as steel.

  ...

  Meanwhile, on Sky Azure Peak, one of the twelve main peaks of the Chaotic Heave, the elder Ye Yunqi pleted his breakthrough to the tenth transformation.

  As Ye Yunqi marveled at his achievement, he thought of Feng.

  “Though you’ve bee a disciple of a Peak Lord, that Peak Lord is a dying man. How you pare to me?”

  With that, Ye Yunqi approached his master, a bck-robed elder, with a request:

  “Master, I have a grudge against a fellow sect member who is likely on Absolute Sword Peak. I request your permission to resolve it.”

  “Very well,” the bck-robed elder replied with a sharp glint in his eyes. “Challenge him acc to sect rules ale yrudge.”

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