Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 676 28: Sweeping the Demonic Lair Clean!

Innate Realm.

This marks the beginning of a leap in the level of life. The martial artist's acquired true qi within the body is completely transformed into the endlessly regenerating innate true qi, forming a major circulation cycle, with a recovery speed far surpassing that of acquired martial artists.

After breaking through to the Innate Realm, a mortal automatically undergoes rejuvenation and transformation. The innate true qi thoroughly remodels the physical body, surpassing the human physical limits, turning white hair black, regaining youth, and moving on to comprehend natural laws or the true meaning of martial arts to break through to the 'Dao Entrance Realm'.

The lifespan of innate experts will be longer, reaching up to one hundred and twenty to one hundred and fifty years, with their aging process significantly reduced, leading to legendary aeternal beings among the mortals.

Overall, the Innate Realm is roughly equivalent to the legendary of the Western evolved world.

The actual exertion of strength, however, doesn't depend on individuals but on how much the natural laws permit your power level. If in the End of Dharma Era, even a legendary mage could barely conjure up a fireball.

After Duncan broke through to the Innate Realm, the meridians around his body had been fully unified. Even without activating his power, the protective aura would automatically surround his body, making it incredibly hard to kill a master of external hard skills at this stage.

Roar!

Lu Shanjun let out a tiger roar, akin to a sonic attack, causing others to turn pale and vomit blood. His killing intent had risen, disdainful of his human form's limitations, and he directly transformed into a half-human, half-tiger form, bearing a resemblance to a tiger vanguard. After his true form was revealed, even the malevolent master of Evil Valley, Zhu Jie, was shocked.

A tiger's transformation, a mountain monarch.

How did they provoke such a formidable enemy?

Not good.

Quick, go invite Fan Huzi.

With the soul-slicing saber in Zhu Jie's hand, a blood-colored protective aura coalesced. His dark arts involved killing to reach Dao, sacrificing heads to the body, reaching a mastery level comparable to divine powers, feared not by common ghost gods, yet seeing Lu Shanjun, he still felt a palpable pressure.

Beside Lu Shanjun was a young man wielding an iron spear, equally troublesome, surrounded by protective aura, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty aura, resembling those with double pupils, a top master of external hard skills.

Where did this young man, at such a tender age, acquire an unbreakable vajra body through external hard skills?

Breakthrough!

The young man advanced, dragging his spear, sparks flying with each step, leaving clear footprints on the ground. The spear in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, creating turbulent waves of protective aura, blowing nearby sand and rocks away.

Has the young master broken through to the Innate Realm?

Lady Jade Face's face was incredibly delighted; the earthly elixir she'd long anticipated had finally ripened.

A chilling wind was howling.

Zhu Jie exchanged a glance with an old woman dressed in Southern witch attire behind him and then led many villains to confront the fiercely advancing Lu Shanjun head-on. If he did not pause Lu Shanjun, others would likely fall in one blow and soon be defeated and flee.

The Southern witch quickly understood his intent as she saw a strange cobweb appear in her palm, resembling a candle wick, summoning toxins and shadows, a blood vine and a long nail, directly stabbing into the straw man in her hand.

"Creepy cobwebs entwine your bones, five poisons wither hearts under moonlit shadows.

Where blood vine takes root, soul tears extinguish seven lights!"

In ancient times, Zhuge Wuhou extended life with seven star lamps; today she reversed it, using lamp wicks to transform life.

As Lu Shanjun fought, his form shook, his tiger eyes rolling with blood energy, like a demon, roaring, "Courting death!"

Daring to curse him.

Old hag.

Seeking your own death!

Lu Shanjun struck down with a palm, shattering stone pillars. The old sorceress knew martial arts, her body shrinking to dodge. Evil Valley's people promptly teamed up to intercept. If the old sorceress died, it would be even harder to deal with the shape-shifting monster.

This won't work!

Lu Shanjun's fate is too strong, and his cultivation is profound, impossible to curse.

Must target another.

Kill others first, then find a way to besiege this transformation tiger. At least we can drive him away.

"Eastward crow carries your name, westward Nether River reflects your ghostly shape,

Those who consume my jade shards become deaf, mute, and blind for generations!"

The old sorceress, finding the previous curse ineffective, swiftly switched to another curse, now targeting the battle-proven youthful master.

At the same time.

On the projection page of Dimension Space, a red warning appeared:

"Detected Southern Curse Magic."

In an instant, the young man's five senses seemed to be forcefully stripped away, unlike magical sound illusions; this was purely a curse stripping the five senses, his vision unclear, his hearing resembling deafness, unable to hear the wind around, but it only lasted for a moment, and as he activated his innate true qi, the dizziness enveloping his body's zenith vanished.

Witchcraft's curse magic.

This old sorceress has some skills but not much; cursing ordinary people might work, but to curse an innate expert, she'd probably need to summon her ancestor.

The young man's figure repelled many villains, his silver spear tearing through the air, cleaving a three-zhang-long crack on the ground with his protective aura.

The old sorceress was terrified, grabbing a straw man, pulling out a handful of soil and a coffin nail, inserting it into the straw man's heart position.

"A handful of grave dirt, two coins of coffin ash,

three cries shatter Yama's ledger, breaking your gallbladder like wheat!"

Curse activated!

The curse magic cast by the Southern witch differed entirely from what had been encountered before. As the coffin nail was inserted, Duncan unexpectedly felt his heart pause, followed by intense pain, and his life bar dropped by about ten percent.

At this point, his spear shot forth like a dragon, closing in to within five zhang of the old witch, other members of Evil Valley trying to intercept, but were back pushed by Lu Shanjun's roar, using supreme palm power.