Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

Mu Junwu smiled faintly. "That won't happen. For one thing, the arena has evolved into an activity with an element of gambling. And since it's gambling, luck plays a big part. When you register, the arena administrators mix your name in with all the other participants and then randomly draw your opponent. If you're lucky, you might face a student from the first tier. With average luck, you'll get someone from the second or third tier. But if you're unlucky, hehe... there's no point in even fighting..."

"Mixed together? Then what happens if the amount of Cultivation Resources wagered isn't equal?"

Chu Aoqing shook her head. "The amount of resources is negotiated between the two combatants after they've been matched. It's not set when you register."

"Is that so?" Mu Chen frowned. "That brings us back to the original problem. If you can see each other, it's easy to judge who's stronger. If my opponent is powerful, I can just forfeit..."

"That's impossible." Mu Junwu cut him off before he could finish.

"Impossible?"

Chu Aoqing and Mu Junwu nodded in unison. Mu Junwu said, "You won't be able to see your opponent. When you enter the arena, the administrators give everyone an identical set of clothes. This outfit not only changes your physical size and blocks probes from external Spiritual Power, but it can even completely conceal your appearance and voice. You don't have to worry about being recognized. This is why I said luck is so important once you're inside. You have no way of knowing your opponent's true strength unless they intentionally reveal it."

'I see.' Mu Chen turned the Demon Beast Meat over the bonfire, then gave the cooked portions to the two women as he sank into thought. With this, all his questions were answered. Taking on missions wasn't the right path for him. In his four or five days on Holy Tomb Mountain, he had more or less learned how the mission process worked; they were all tasks that required a great deal of time and energy for very few Cultivation Resources in return. For him, the arena was the fastest way. As long as he didn't run into Venerable Realm Martial Artists, earning Cultivation Resources shouldn't be too difficult. 'Still, my current resources are sufficient for now. I don't plan on leaving this place for at least three to five months, because... it's time to truly begin my cultivation plan.'

He glanced discreetly toward the Dazzling Stars, his mind already made up.

The meal passed by in a flash. Mu Chen only stopped roasting meat when both women were clutching their stomachs and groaning that they couldn't eat another bite. He estimated it was around four in the afternoon. Mu Junwu and Chu Aoqing told him they were going to rest for a while. After all, they had acted as his Guardians for five long days and deserved a proper break.

Once the two women had entered their room, Mu Chen extinguished the Fire Flame. In a flash of lightning, he appeared before the Dazzling Stars. The Eternal Holy Domain was a suspended region in the sky, and at its junction stood the Dazzling Stars.

Gazing at the ninety-nine tiers, Mu Chen took the first step. Sure enough, the moment his heel landed on Tier One, a strange gravitational force bore down on him. His shoulders sank. Mu Chen could clearly feel that the gravity was much heavier than it had been that morning five days ago. Evidently, his breakthrough had greatly enhanced his physique, which in turn caused the Dazzling Stars to increase its gravity.

What he hadn't expected, however, was that the gravitational increase on the Dazzling Stars was exactly the same whether you went up or down. This suited his plans perfectly.

A faint smile touched his lips. Mu Chen didn't retract his foot, because standing on the Dazzling Stars would completely suppress his Primordial Power. With a thought, his Golden Storage Ring flashed. A ceramic vessel the size of a bowl and a golden Medicine Bottle appeared in his hands—they were the Holy Realm Flame Dragon Blood and the Dragon Soul Pill that Dilaka had given him.

The moment the ceramic vessel containing the Flame Dragon Blood appeared, the surrounding temperature instantly rose by more than ten times. Mu Chen sucked in a sharp breath, feeling as if the skin on his hands was about to split open. 'I wonder if I'll be disfigured if I pour this on myself.' He used his Primordial Power to suspend the ceramic vessel in the air and immediately opened the golden Medicine Bottle. Tilting it, a pill glowing with a golden light rolled out. A hazy Pill Mist, accompanied by a soul-refreshing fragrance, emanated from the golden pill.

Mu Chen blew gently, dispersing the Pill Mist to reveal a golden pill encircled by draconic patterns. He had actually seen an illustration of this pill in the Golden Dragon Medical Scripture before, but there was quite a gap between the illustration and the real thing.

Taking a deep breath, Mu Chen quickly stripped off his outer tunic, revealing his smooth upper body. The Star-Shattering Seal on his right arm and the Illusion Spirit Seal on his wrist complemented each other, emitting a soft, shimmering glow.

'It begins!'

Holding his breath and Concentrating his Spirit, he tilted his head back and swallowed the Dragon Soul Pill. A warmth instantly spread throughout his body, as if his very organs and bones could now breathe. Every muscle radiated astonishing vitality and elasticity. The effect was immediate; Mu Chen felt his physical strength increase by at least thirty percent.

'Of course, this is just a fraction of the Dragon Soul Pill's medicinal effect. If a mere trace is already this powerful, fully digesting the pill will probably bring about a qualitative leap in my physical strength.'

Acting on the thought, Mu Chen glanced at the boiling Flame Dragon Blood. His gaze hardened. He manipulated his Primordial Power to lift the ceramic vessel and slowly pour it over his head. In an instant, it was like being doused in lava. An unbearable burning sensation seared every inch of his skin. Every nerve in his body convulsed at once. Excruciating pain washed over his mind in wave after relentless wave. 'I've never felt anything like this! Never this kind of pain, a pain worse than death!'

Instinctively, Mu Chen wanted to roar, but the moment he opened his mouth, a thick, metallic smell rushed into his mouth and nose as if it had found an escape route, forcefully choking his cry of pain in his throat!

"ROAR!!"

An indignant dragon's roar, filled with a violent, baleful aura, instantly charged into Mu Chen's Sea of Souls, suppressing his Soul Power in the blink of an eye! And with his Soul Power suppressed, his body's defensive strength plummeted. Drenched in the Dragon Blood, Mu Chen's skin rapidly dried out. A web of cracks burst open simultaneously on his chest, arms, back, shoulders, and even his face. Blood gushed out like a fountain, but it was instantly vaporized by the Flame Dragon Blood, turning into plumes of scarlet mist that rose to the sky, revealing the nearly shriveled muscles within the fissures.

At this very moment, Mu Chen couldn't even scream if he wanted to. Within his Sea of Souls, aside from a single thread of awareness struggling to stay awake, most of his Spiritual Power had already sunk into a comatose state.

'Hold on! Hold on! Hold on!'

Roars echoed from within his mind—his own furious, unyielding bellows. 'I'm on the Dazzling Stars, where my Primordial Power is completely sealed. All I have to do is pull my foot back, or even just silently think 'give up,' and my Extreme Ice Attribute Elemental Power will instantly extinguish the searing heat of the Flame Dragon Blood. But can I do that? No! I chose to endure the baptism of the Flame Dragon Blood while standing on the Dazzling Stars precisely to prevent my subconscious from giving in! Relying on my Primordial Power to get out of this... that's not my style!'

The berserk Flame Dragon Blood continued to ravage Mu Chen's body. He had to admit that he had underestimated the ferocity of the Holy Realm Flame Dragon Blood. After holding on for just another moment, his final shred of consciousness began to fade amid the scorching agony. If that awareness vanished completely, only one fate awaited him: death.

'Am I going to die?'

'Of course not!!'

"I don't give a damn if you're a Holy Realm Flame Dragon! Get down and submit to me!! ROAR!!"

A colossal roar erupted from Mu Chen's mouth, causing the entire Eternal Holy Domain to tremble. The Flame Dragon's aura in his mind was instantly dispersed! As Mu Chen roared, it was as if a Spring of Life had exploded from within his body. Innumerable gentle, warm currents spread through his desiccated meridians and blood vessels, radiating to every part of him.

In the blink of an eye, the Flame Dragon Blood covering Mu Chen's body was absorbed in an instant. His shriveled muscles, organs, and skin all radiated with new life. Every cell on the verge of dying began to rapidly divide and grow. In no more than a minute, Mu Chen's desiccated body became full and robust once more. The gashes all over him began to rapidly squirm as fresh, red muscle and skin grew and knitted themselves back together. In less than thirty seconds, Mu Chen was completely restored to his original state. Moreover, thanks to his absorption of the Holy Realm Flame Dragon Blood, a terrifying Barbaric Aura swept out from within him.

Illuminated by the ten-colored light of the Eternal Holy Domain, Mu Chen's body took on a faint metallic sheen. 'It went without saying—what else but the Dragon Soul Pill could possess such powerful restorative abilities! The stimulation from the Holy Realm Flame Dragon Blood had finally and completely activated its medicinal effects.'

However, even Mu Chen himself didn't know that after absorbing so much Holy Realm Flame Dragon Blood, his hair had begun to gradually change from ice-blue to a shade of bluish-purple. Although it was very faint, the change was still visible to the naked eye.

"Heh!" With a roguish grin, Mu Chen suddenly clenched his fists. The crisp sound of his knuckles cracking resounded, laced with a tangible sense of explosive power bursting from his arms. It was no exaggeration—his physical strength had just risen by several orders of magnitude!

"What happened?"

Suddenly, two beautiful figures appeared behind Mu Chen. Staring at the bare-chested man with long, bluish-purple hair before them, Mu Junwu frowned and asked tentatively, "Mu Chen?"

Mu Chen turned his head slightly, flashing what he thought was a cool smile in an attempt to look suave. But the smile had barely formed when Chu Aoqing's eyebrow twitched. A Hand Saber chopped down on the top of his head. "What are you going crazy for?" she chided. "If you make that much noise again, I can't guarantee I won't beat you to death!"

With that, she grabbed a bemused-looking Mu Junwu, turned, and disappeared from his sight, leaving Mu Chen to stare miserably at their retreating backs, utterly speechless...