Chapter 410
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Chapter 410: Flesh Out of Control
Boom.
The small rocky hill where Qiao Mu was standing collapsed with a loud roar, leaving only a pile of flesh where he stood. Soon, it was engulfed in a huge shadow and disappeared from sight.
At this moment.
The towering mountain was only a few tens of meters away from the ground of the valley, with the light almost completely blocked out. It was broad daylight but as dark as night, making it impossible to see anything.
At this time, Qingming Valley became like a closed space with a height of only tens of meters, where even the flow of air was restricted, leading to a feeling of suffocation.
However, the imagined catastrophe did not come.
The Qingming Cave Small World, which was only tens of meters above the ground, suddenly stopped in mid-air and then slowly began to fade away.
Gradually, light started shining through the towering mountains into the Medicinal Valley, and the valley immediately saw light again.
Lingling Taoist Priest and the others looked up in surprise towards Qiao Mu, but their initial joy faded when they saw clearly.
The small rocky hill where Qiao Mu was, had crumbled away, leaving a deep pit with only a jumble of unrecognizable flesh mud mixed with soil and rocks.
"Qiao Shuangxin has indeed died, then… has the Xuantian Sect’s leader stopped?"
The crowd was puzzled and confused.
Picked up high, and gently put down.
If Qiao Shuangxin hadn’t turned into a pile of flesh mud, they would have thought it was just a dream.
Outside the valley entrance.
The Xuantian Sect’s leader stood with hands behind their back, snorting coldly.
The Medicinal Valley belongs to the Xuantian Sect. Since Qiao Shuangxin has been killed by his trap, there is no need for him to destroy his own property.
He quickly stopped the danger of the Qingming Cave Small World collapse.
However, Qiao Mu was still clueless, lost in the Long Life Dream.
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Open your eyes.
Back in the dream.
Qiao Mu looked around and saw towering mountains covering the sky, casting a suffocating pressure on the land.
"Here we go again.."
It was satisfying to confront the leader of the Xuantian Sect, but now entering this Long Life Dream, experiencing centuries of solitude, it required deep contemplation.
"Let me see how many years were lost this time."
With a thought, the mind instantly sank into the Long Life Lock.
Death Assessment for this time: S (able to move mountains and control the world).
Lifespan consumed by death: 2500 (25*100) years.
Remaining resurrection chances for this week: 3 out of 5.
Current age: 2435 years old.
Vitality: 99%.
Skills: A little bit of this and a little bit of that.
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Two thousand five hundred years is like the length of an ancient civilization history from ancient times to modern times in Qiao Mu’s past life.
Even for Qiao Mu… after countless deaths from time travel until now, his total accumulated age is only 2435 years, not even reaching the time of this Long Life Dream.
If we divide Qiao Mu’s life into two parts, the first 2435 years can be considered as the first half of his youth.
This is a destined long and winding road, with endless challenges ahead. Despite reaching this point now, it’s only halfway through.
A Long Life Dream of two thousand five hundred years is a daunting number.
What is even more daunting is that this does not mean the end, but only the beginning after the Long Life Lock has broken four times.
An S-level Death Assessment represents a Long Life Dream of around two thousand five hundred years.
So, what if there are higher assessments in the future, or if all five locks of the Long Life Lock break?
Qiao Mu looked at the Long Life Lock in his heart and gazed at the last gently swaying chain, feeling a slight heaviness in his heart.
"Don’t think too far ahead."
Qiao Mu has experience in this matter.
Thinking too far ahead is like tying yourself up in a cocoon, take the first step and finish urgent matters in front of you, that’s the right way.
And the urgent matter that needed solving in front of him…
Qiao Mu looked up at the towering mountains overhead, feeling a tingling sensation on his scalp.
The sky above wasn’t a mountain, but a small world of the Xuantian Sect, with immeasurable weight.
In any case, Qiao Mu had personally tried it and ended up dying in the attempt.
He came to a clear conclusion: even if he became ten times, even dozens of times stronger, he couldn’t possibly bear the weight of the Qingming Cave Small World on his own.
For now, he had 2500 years and three chances to revive in the Long Life Dream to think about how to get through this difficult situation.
Then the question arises.
After spending two thousand five hundred years or using up all resurrection chances, will Qiao Mu, who has gone through thousands of years of Long Life Dream, become tens or hundreds of times stronger than he is now, strong enough to move the Qingming Cave Small World above his head?
Qiao Mu is not sure in his heart.
The ability to live forever allows him to live freely and comfortably, more than enough. But if he is not content and wants to do more….
Immortality means even if he is ambushed, trapped, and killed, he can die and come back to life where no one is around.
By resonating with the Long Life Lock in his heart beforehand, he can even establish a fixed resurrection point in the nearby area….
Therefore, no matter how harsh the trap, at most, it can only waste one of Qiao Mu’s lives.
However, due to his insatiable greed, he desires more than just freeing himself from the predicament alone.
"It’s a pity that this is not a mandatory task…" After seeing the length of the dream for two thousand five hundred years, such thoughts also crossed Qiao Mu’s mind.
Furthermore, even if you use up all your chances to come back to life and live through the Long Life Dream for thousands of years, it might still not be enough to succeed, or to become much stronger than the small world left behind by the True Immortal that cannot be shaken.
Alternatively, simply preserving your own life and leaving alone is the simplest thing to do.
If there were no choice, there would be no hesitation. But when faced with two options, doubts naturally arise…
"I still need to do something to keep myself busy."
Qiao Mu gazed up at the towering mountains above his head.
As he thought about it, the towering mountains in the dream world slowly pressed down, and he felt an almost unstoppable pressure in his hands… He was almost about to be crushed in an instant.
"Is there any way to make my strength increase at least several times faster? The sooner, the better."
Qiao Mu started daydreaming.
His first thought was naturally to use a forbidden technique.
Just like mastering the powerful Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method can make his inner strength burst five times stronger, along with a vast amount of inner strength, enough to suppress his enemies.
Whether it’s the True Strength martial arts or the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method, Qiao Mu is already the leading figure in martial arts in Jiu Province.
At this point, there are no past experiences to learn from, and he himself is still clueless.
For now, he can only hope that the talented martial artists at Peach Blossom Villa can brainstorm together and discover new paths.
"Oh, there’s also a forbidden technique for explosive power…"
With a thought, Qiao Mu recalls a secret manual from his memory, "Blood Meat Oven."
This manual was a gift from Martial Saint during his visit to Peach Blossom Villa when it was first established.
After carefully studying it, Qiao Mu found that "Blood Meat Oven" was a forbidden technique derived from the "Flesh Changing Skill," which was difficult to practice, so he set it aside for now.
Martial Saint’s "Flesh Changing Skill" and Wu Qizheng’s refined "Shape Changing Skill" have almost become two distinct paths.
The former focuses more on fighting, such as using moves like "Ex-Human Transformation" to change the body into a form more suitable for combat.
Meanwhile, Wu Qizheng’s Shape Changing Skill emphasizes precise control over body transformations and even self-healing of limbs.
Due to Wu Qizheng’s unique physique and mastering of Shape Changing Skill, his flesh and blood can even be used as miraculous medicine, even once saving Hai Wuya’s life.
Although Qiao Mu cannot do this, after mastering Shape Changing Skill, his ability to manipulate the body finely reaches a very advanced level, even being able to resist Xuantian Sect Grand Elder’s Nanming Li Fire, with wounds continuously healing in the midst of the Li fire.
Therefore, now, it doesn’t seem difficult to practice this "Blood Meat Oven".
With plenty of time on his hands, Qiao Mu immerses himself in studying the secrets of the "Blood Meat Oven".
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One year later.
"Shape Changing Skill."
Qiao Mu stood on top of a small rocky hill in his dream, and his body rapidly expanded to ten meters.
"Blood Meat Oven."
Qiao Mu took a deep breath, his blood flowing faster in his body, his body temperature rising, his skin turning red like being in an oven, his flesh and blood burning like flames, and then his already huge body expanded even more…
After mastering the Shape Changing Skill, Qiao Mu could change his body size to around ten meters at most, but this time was different.
"The martial arts forbidden technique Blood Meat Oven breaks the limits of the Flesh Changing Skill."
"Using blood and energy as fuel, stimulating body changes, breaking free from bodily constraints…" Qiao Mu controlled his body to keep changing.
Suddenly, something stirred in his mind.
On his swelling wrist, there was a slight uncontrollable twitch, the skin turning purple, veins popping, forming a fist-sized lump.
The lump twitched slightly, as if something was trying to emerge from it. Suddenly, the lump burst open, a thick liquid dripping onto the ground.
Qiao Mu furrowed his brow and saw that an eyeball was growing in the wound. The eyeball had no eyelids, only a black pupil.
"Following the method in ‘Blood Meat Oven’, after breaking through the limits of the flesh, unexplained physical mutations occur?"
Qiao Mu frowned, his gaze turning into a sharp swordlight, he cut his wrist to carefully observe the flesh and blood at the wound.
"Is there a problem with the technique Martial Saint gave me, or did I practice it incorrectly… or could it be a side effect of the technique itself?"
