Chapter Ninety-Two: Body Refining Elixir (Please recommend, please add to your collection!)

Half a month later, on Earth, within the domain of Kunlun Mountain, after weeks of investigation and the deployment of advanced, sophisticated equipment, the expedition team finally discovered a hidden underground chamber.

When more than ten members of the scientific investigation team entered the subterranean space, what greeted them was an awe-inspiring grand hall. At the very center of the hall’s uppermost position stood a colossal throne, wrapped in the fur of an unknown creature. Before this throne, a towering fifty-meter-high bronze statue loomed.

A giant ape, clad in armor and wielding an ornate staff, roared angrily toward the heavens.

The sight of the statue stunned the expedition team; an indescribable feeling rose in their hearts. The statue imparted a sense of insurmountable majesty, an aura that forbade desecration or approach.

Apart from this statue and the throne, the hall contained nothing else. Upon reporting their findings, Kunlun Mountain was immediately sealed off. Waves of researchers, machinery, and resources began pouring into Kunlun.

Overseas nations called incessantly, demanding that China disclose the Kunlun Mountain incident. Yet, under the guidance of the authorities, none of these calls received a genuine response. Official statements merely claimed that Kunlun Mountain had experienced an earthquake, and to prevent further avalanches caused by aftershocks, the area was sealed.

Meanwhile, sensing something unusual after receiving no real answers, foreign nations began dispatching spies.

While the ruins remained shrouded in the threat of war, a smoke-free conflict erupted across Earth over the bronze statue in Kunlun Mountain.

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Yang Fan sat quietly in his room. For the past half month, the Dark Realm had ceased its attacks. Though the black curtain still cloaked everything thirty miles away, a sense of the war’s end was rising in Jubei City.

Having just finished a session of cultivation, Yang Fan assessed his current state: mid-third grade. As a third-grade martial artist, he had opened his Qi Sea and gathered his energy. The moment the Qi Sea opened, one was deemed a third-grade warrior. When the energy was condensed enough to permeate the entire body, that signaled the mid-third grade.

Yang Fan relished the sensation of Qi flowing out from his Qi Sea, enveloping his body. He felt at ease.

From the moment he entered the ruins, two months had passed. Now, Earth had reached May.

Since stepping into the ruins, he had continuously encountered powerful cultivators and witnessed forces he had never imagined.

Within the ruins, he yearned desperately for power, but the relentless battles and warfare left him no time to cultivate.

Recently, as the Dark Realm ceased its attacks, Jubei City began implementing shifts and rotations. Finally, he had time to cultivate.

With systematic assistance, his cultivation had advanced to mid-third grade.

Suddenly, data appeared before Yang Fan’s eyes.

“Host: Yang Fan”

“Level: Third Grade”

“Title: Chinese Martial Artist”

“Wealth: 6,200,230”

“Qi Sea: 7.1”

“Spirit: 28.4”

“Available Points: 4,955”

“Addable Points: Qi Sea Supplement+”

“Shop: Not Open Yet”

“Draw Attempts: 1”

Before his cultivation, the option to add points to Qi Sea had appeared, but after a few adjustments, the option vanished.

As soon as the Qi Sea option disappeared, he entered mid-third grade.

Yang Fan stared at the system data, his gaze gradually focusing on the lottery option.

“To draw or not to draw? Damn, that’s the question!” he muttered to himself.

Every lottery attempt had left him half dead with pain, though the results were always good. Yet the agony—different parts of his body suddenly wracked with intense pain—was something he truly dreaded.

But then Yang Fan reconsidered: wasn’t his goal to grow stronger? The system was his greatest support for gaining power. If he couldn’t endure this pain, how could he ever speak of protection?

He swung his fists in the air as if fighting the atmosphere.

Then, he silently recited,

“Draw.”

Once again, the boundless darkness enveloped him.

A massive wheel stood at the center.

Yang Fan stepped forward, familiar with the procedure, and pressed his hand to it.

The wheel spun rapidly.

After a long while, it gradually slowed to a halt.

When it stopped completely, the pointer rested on a section adorned with a piece of paper and a small bottle.

His consciousness shifted, returning him to his room in Jubei City.

Sure enough, in his hands appeared a sheet of paper and a bottle at least half a meter tall. Yang Fan stared in bewilderment at the two items, then looked first at the paper.

It was written entirely in simplified script—he could read it!

Yang Fan felt a surge of joy. At last, the system was being less of a nuisance, finally providing him with instructions.

He began to read.

“Name: Body Refining Liquid.
Usage: Pour into water.
Effect: Body strengthening.”

Just three lines… Yang Fan could hardly believe it. Instructions at last, but couldn’t they be more detailed?

The effect was simply “body strengthening”? He could tell that just from the name. Did he really need them to say it? As for the usage—“pour into water”—what was the ratio? How much water for how much potion?

After a while, Yang Fan regained his composure. Indeed, the system was full of pitfalls; he had expected too much.

He eyed the enormous bottle beside him, thought for a moment, then picked it up and headed for the bathroom.

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In the Dark Realm, in the Grand Hall of the Divine Council, Yu Tian entered the now tumultuous chamber, his face ashen.

The moment Yu Tian stepped inside, the previously noisy hall fell silent. All eyes turned to him.

At the highest seat, the Grand Elder’s cold gaze locked onto Yu Tian.

Yu Tian felt as if icy blades pierced his back, his whole body ill at ease. Within this hall, twenty-eight strong figures of his rank stared at him—some mocking, some angry, some gloating, and the Grand Elder’s indifferent stare. It felt as if he might be swallowed whole at any moment.

In the hall, the Grand Elder spoke first: “King Yu Tian, tell us—under what circumstances did Cui Li fall?”

Fifty-six eyes bore into Yu Tian, who had just entered and not yet moved forward.

Yu Tian did not rush to answer. He walked forward, step by step, slowly.

As he walked, he glanced around. All the strong figures of his rank here had just returned from the front lines of the Otherworld Passage, waiting for him to report the fall of Cui Li.

Thinking of this, Yu Tian could only smile bitterly. This time, most of the kings and sect leaders of the Dark Realm had gone to the front lines, but all became mired in the chaos of war.

The initial plan—a swift, overwhelming assault—had not materialized. Endless technological weapons and the desperate, reckless fighting of Otherworld warriors had forced what should have been a lopsided battle into a quagmire.

Hardly any battlefield had produced noteworthy results. On the Huaxia front, the two from Dragon City had been severely wounded by a single opponent.

But on his side, they had lost Cui Li—a mighty eleventh-grade expert. This made their battlefield the focus of the entire Dark Realm.

Their defeat this time overshadowed news from all other battlefields.

No one cared anymore about the stalemate elsewhere; now everyone’s attention was on Cui Li’s fall.

Huang Yuetian stubbornly refused to leave Broken North City; the Divine Council’s envoys had gone several times, even invoking the will of the Dark God, but Huang Yuetian remained unmoved. Yu Tian, left with no choice, had to come here himself.