Chapter 1381 - 766: Forging the Vajra Body, City Besieged by Calamity

Chapter 1381: Chapter 766: Forging the Vajra Body, City Besieged by Calamity

Outside, the towering blood pillar of Lishan Mountain gradually dissipated, and the storm returned to the main stage.

Three figures hovered in midair, watching this scene, finally exhaling a long-held breath.

"Phew... it’s stable."

Even though he knew Meng Chuan’s breakthrough was almost a sure thing, Yang Huan couldn’t help but feel a bit tense inside.

Seeing Meng Chuan successfully break through to the scene of Gang Transformation, Yang Huan finally felt completely at ease.

In the blink of an eye, he saw dense raindrops approaching and raised a pale blue arc shield.

"Congratulations, Principal Yang, your esteemed institution has gained another Grandmaster foundation today!"

General Liu smiled broadly, clasping his hands in congratulation.

"What a foundation it is! The First Generation!"

Beside him, Yong’an Martial Arts University’s Principal Wen Youdao couldn’t help but feel a bit envious.

He heard that Xiaomeng was considering their Yong’an Martial Arts University when his talent had not yet been revealed.

You should have gone to university first, and then awakened a bit later!

"Hahaha!" Hearing the two speak, Yang Huan laughed heartily three times and waved his hand:

"Look at what you’re saying, it’s just Breaking Four. I never thought it could trouble this kid. I said before, he has the potential to ascend to godhood!"

"He’s still in Gang Transformation right now and might need at least another day to adjust. I earnestly request you two accompany Yang for a while longer. To be honest, with the storm intensifying, Yang feels increasingly uneasy."

After the joking, Yang Huan turned to the serious matter, his smile completely fading, solemnly requesting the two of them.

"There’s nothing else to do, we’ll wait with you."

General Liu waved his hand in agreement.

"I, too, don’t know why, but I’m feeling a bit uneasy. Waiting is no problem."

Wen Youdao nodded, puzzled.

...

Outside.

The dark sky pressed against Lishan Mountain, even dimming some streetlights.

Some of them were shattered, their jagged edges emitting white smoke, as if having just been struck by lightning.

The scene appeared dangerous, but it was entirely normal.

Workers on the mountain strolled out in small groups, skillfully replacing and repairing the streetlights.

Every time there’s wind and rain, this kind of performance happens here, and they’ve long been accustomed to it.

After the great change of heaven and earth, the terrain of Lishan Mountain became majestic, closer to the clouds.

With electro-conductive substances like humidity and wet rock, it naturally became a "lightning rod" during thunderstorms.

In the quiet room, the scene was utterly different.

The warm red light filled the precious place, and at the very center of the light source, a figure sat with eyes closed, as if meditative and not yet awakened.

Time passed quietly, and it was unclear how much had gone by, when all phenomena in the room suddenly curbed.

Divine light concealed, the treasured sword sheathed.

Like a stone, Meng Chuan sat in stillness, and around him, a rustling sound began, like a transparent layer of stone skin slowly shedding.

His earlobes twitched, his body constantly trembling, shaking off scales, as if breaking free from some invisible restraint imposed on him.

Meng Chuan’s face showed an expression of unbearable pain, his lips turning purple, felt within as if shattered by the horizontal move of a great mountain, such was the brutality.

As everything reached the critical point, violent pain accompanied by the rush of Qi Blood burst out completely!

During Gang Transformation, the physique inevitably clashed with Qi Blood and was scorched by inner breath—though it was one’s own strength, it hurt oneself, an apparently unreasonable phenomenon that was indeed quite normal.

The Three Flowers Gathering at the Top forced the physical body to mutate, like rejuvenating after a storm.

Soul integrated, one needed to guide the body’s rebirth with the soul altered after opening the mysterious acupoints!

Gang Transformation body...

The stronger the physique, the more powerful the force of transformation and mutation, plus the strong scouring of Qi Blood—it’s naturally fiercer than others.

"A good thing, still a good thing..."

Meng Chuan comforted himself, his heart remained calm.

He flipped his hand and took the Great Pill he had prepared in advance.

After thinking, he took out another smooth and jade-like Treasure Pill, seven pills lined up, slipped down his throat, nourishing Zhuji upon entering the body.

After all this, Meng Chuan endured the pain, focusing his mind on sensing himself.

The immense pain did not lessen at all; his Gang Transformation process was far more intense and prolonged compared to others.

But he could bear it; he even hoped this "painful fortune-making" would last as long as possible.

The longer he endured, the greater the benefits. Before his physique completely pierced through that invisible "membrane" to the heavens and earth, his body was rapidly improving at a very exaggerated pace!

His heart continued in both his internal and external existence, his skin seemed to open countless breathing pores, perceiving the surroundings with unprecedented tactile sensation.

Warmth, cold, tranquility, dryness, sharpness—all the fundamental aspects of the precious place’s Qi pulsations were vividly conveyed to his heart!

He "looked" at his own body, gazing microscopically, veins intertwined with the five viscera and six bowels beneath the skin membrane, nourishing with powerful Qi Blood, washing everything constantly.

His gaze suddenly focused, and his sight penetrated those crimson waves, clearly seeing the lustrous jade-like bones after digesting Black Tortoise fortune, supporting a real world.

Threads of mysterious airflow surged upward, enveloping his entire body, his organs quivering and emitting explosive roars, heralding the body’s supreme transformation!

"Hoo..."

Breathing again, two little white dragons sprang from Meng Chuan’s nostrils, the temperature surpassing boiling water, being superheated steam.

The heat surged, not dispersing, enclosing the room in mist.

Hazy yet dark!

The body combined with the heavens and earth, only a Gang Transformation body could truly intervene with the world.

Time passed quietly, and from the depths of the mist abruptly lit up two points of gleaming gold, accompanied by the exaggerated nose inhalation like a True Dragon drawing water, a towering dragon body gradually revealed itself from the mist.

The oppressive aura swept and poured forth, as the figure stood up, the external mist and internal pain were completely withdrawn and dispersed.

In its place was an unimaginable sense of mind-body clarity, an extremely exhilarating feeling!