Martial Ascent to Divinity

"Your... Your Majesty..."

Ma Dabai led a group of giant ants, arriving before the queen nest, addressing with a still unfamiliar title.

In the distance, the giant insect was bewildered.

Could this human be the new Celestial Calamity Envoy?

"Eat up," Zhou Leng said.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Ma Dabai, ultimately a large insect, excitedly pounced on the shriveled queen’s corpse, devouring it ravenously.

Occasionally, a peculiar soft hum emerged from its throat.

In the distance, the giant insects drooled from their mouths, their stomachs growling, their bodies involuntarily inching forward.

They took a few steps, then reason pulled them back, but shortly after, their bodies instinctively moved forward again...

No giant insect could resist the allure of the queen.

Even Ma Dabai’s subordinates had to turn away and form a large circle to avoid being tempted by greed.

Zhou Leng took the ancient beast blood from the previous giant insect and consumed it.

This was the tenth drop.

The distant giant insects watched Zhou Leng, whose entire body was surrounded by a blood-red light, and they too began to salivate.

Even after Zhou Leng had drained the queen dry, it still took Ma Dabai a full half-hour to finish eating.

When Ma Dabai was done, its entire body was flushed red, a powerful force boiling within it, leaving it dizzy.

Several hours passed, and it remained in a deep slumber.

Zhou Leng stood nearby, absorbing the ancient beast blood.

Once fully absorbed, he was about to stand up when his vision blurred, and a starry sky giant elephant flashed through his mind.

Subsequently, a searing pain radiated through his body.

Scalding currents of heat surged madly within him.

It was as if a long river composed of blades and swords was slicing through his body.

Despite being a Martial Saint, beyond common blades and swords, even demonized swords couldn’t harm his internal organs.

Yet now, his entire body felt as if submerged in boiling water.

Beads of sweat trickled down from Zhou Leng’s forehead.

The dignified Martial Saint gritted his teeth, enduring unimaginable pain.

Sizzle... sizzle...

A series of distinct sounds originated from within his body.

His powerful physique was being torn apart by an invisible force.

This unimaginable force transcended ordinary pain, dulling Zhou Leng’s mind, nearly causing him to faint.

In the haze of Martial Arts perception, many of his bodily parts felt as if they were thrown into a meat grinder, ground into fine meat paste.

Once all the meat paste was reduced to a unicellular state, the power of the ancient beast blood flowed into them, forming strands of red threads that wove and intertwined, reconnecting the cells.

During the cell reformation process, the pain level multiplied several times, reaching the degree of the Gate of Purgatory.

Thankfully, Zhou Leng had experience, barely maintaining consciousness.

As time slowly passed, new organs formed.

In overall form, they were still similar to human organ structures, about 90% alike, with only minor differences.

All Martial Saints’ internal organ structures exhibit slight alterations from ordinary humans to accommodate a more powerful body.

The new body saw no change in bones; primarily, it was the flesh and internal organs that transformed.

The blood vessels were thicker, muscle fibers tighter, internal organ structures more robust.

Once the pain subsided, Zhou Leng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and was about to sense when a sudden commotion of giant ant cries erupted ahead.

Opening his eyes, he saw that about several dozen meters ahead, a lateral, massive air vortex had formed, sucking in all nearby ants.

Upon reaching five meters away, all foreign substances including dust, viruses, and bacteria were blocked by an invisible "Martial Domain," leaving only the purest Spiritual Qi and oxygen, entering his lungs through his nostrils.

The total intake of air at once was hundreds of times more than usual.

Hundreds of times the Spiritual Qi and oxygen entered his body, no longer flowing like before, but instantly accessed every part of his body the moment they entered his lungs, forming an ability akin to Divine Techniques.

Zhou Leng exhaled slowly.

Whoom...

A deafening roar erupted, revealing a fifty-meter long hurricane lying on the ground, extending forward, sending the nearby giant insects flying chaotically.

Another inhale brought the staggering giant ants reeling back.

This was an ability only possessed by the most supreme giants, dragons, or demigod fierce beasts with the Starry Sky Bloodline.

Breath Controls Mountains and Rivers.

Human Martial Saints couldn’t achieve it, not even the physically stronger Steel Dwarves or demigod Beastmen could.

The giant insects watched from afar, marveling, as expected of the Father Insect.

Zhou Leng slowly adapted to the new body, adjusting gradually until normal breathing was restored.

On the surface, his breathing appeared much like before.

But actually, with each inhale, the Spiritual Qi and oxygen within a 20-meter radius centered on him were completely extracted.

Every exhale caused a slow swirl of airflow.

Ordinary people approaching would immediately suffocate.

Zhou Leng glanced at his new body, which had shrunk back to normal size due to the high density of muscle compression.

Yet his power advanced further.

Zhou Leng recalled the entire process.

It seemed that absorbing ten drops of ancient beast blood results in a qualitative change.

But the reason for such significant change was likely related to completing the Ancestors’ Path, having already acquired a high-level fierce beast Odd Body, leaving only one step away from the forceful body of the Stellar Ancient Beast.

Taking out a Dragon and Tiger Pill, he placed it in his mouth and swallowed it to his stomach.

The new stomach differed from before.

It no longer moved slowly but rather grasped the Dragon and Tiger Pill like a big hand, crushing it instantly, then absorbing the medicinal power, distributing it throughout the body.

Zhou Leng blinked; it wasn’t an illusion. The stomach had indeed become overwhelmingly powerful to an abnormal degree.

Rising, he glanced at Ma Dabai, who was still groggy, and took a deep breath, his heart pounding heavily.

His entire heart felt like a huge engine, shaking heavily within him, like a small mountain hitting the ground, yet it didn’t transmit to the outside at all.

Subsequently, Zhou Leng felt his entire body tighten, his nervous system burning hot, adrenaline, norepinephrine, and cortisol flooding the bloodstream, along with nutrients and various substances in the body, driving the entire system.

In an instant, Zhou Leng almost had the illusion of no longer being human but a grand factory.

After consolidating the power, he reached out and gently grasped the air.

The surrounding gale surged, all the air rushing into his right hand.

The right hand grasped the highly condensed air, gave it a small shake, filtering out other impurities, then slowly opened his hand.

Pieces of white fragments appeared in his palm.

Withdrawing power, these white fragments exposed to the air emitted faint white smoke.

Some of the smaller fragments even produced minute cracks.

Zhou Leng looked at the solid carbon dioxide in his hand, dry ice, realizing that, after ascending to saintly status, not only was Newton’s coffin made restless, but Mendeleev’s was too.

Then, his left hand made a grasping motion, producing a handful of liquid oxygen, light blue, likewise giving off white vapors before evaporating swiftly.

Next to him, Ma Dabai started to stir slightly.

Turning to look over.

Ma Dabai, full of vigor, was still a bit dazed from having absorbed too much power just moments before.

It looked down at Zhou Leng.