All the attention in Black Mountain had been stolen away by Vaan's unprecedented achievent. His brilliance burned so brightly that no one within the Black Mountain paid attention to the chaos spreading outside of it.
Ba-dump!
Many hearts thumped loudly whenever the concerned warriors witnessed Vaan's body crack under the gravitational pressure only to reform itself.
No one knew how long Vaan could last under such unimaginable suppressive power, but no one wished for him to fall. The natural respect and worship for the strong ingrained in every warrior didn't permit them to desire otherwise.
At that point, it no longer mattered who Vaan was or where he ca from. Even if he weren't soone from their empire, their feelings wouldn't necessarily change.
After all, to bear witness to the birth of soone greater than Emperor Varan and the Sea Emperor was a form of glory, and having such a strong human erge from their empire was a good thing for humanity.
Splurt!
Blood burst from the cracks on Vaan's skin as his body broke down again, only to regenerate shortly after. The process of destruction and recreation of the body had repeated over several dozens, soaking the mountain top in his blood.
It was a bloody scene no one would have believed was created by one man had they not seen it themselves.
Vaan's body was like a vessel of boundless blood as his bone marrow continuously produced new blood to restore his physical condition to its peak. Although Vaan showed no sign of fatigue, he was definitely feeling the burden.
After all, the energy of his bone marrow wasn't limitless, nor did it co from nothing.
As such, after enduring fifty cycles of bodily destruction and recreation, Vaan retrieved a few magical plants with restorative properties from Heaven-Swallowing Space and directly consud them.
Ding!
…
After consuming the blood-enhancing magical plants, Vaan's blood was filled with dicinal power as they turned scorching hot like fire.
Every new wound that opened on the surface of his flesh disappeared almost instantly. It was as if the brief cracks that appeared were re illusions.
Ding!
…
Vaan continued to endure the self-mutilating cultivation without a complaint. Although blood kept splurting out from the cracks in his skin, the amount had been greatly reduced compared to the initial process.
As his fleshly body improved at an unbelievable rate under the power of gravity and dicine, it beca less susceptible to cracking under pressure.
'My body is a piece of iron. With my blood as the fire and the Black Mountain as my hamr, I will temper my physical self to the limit and forge an indestructible body!' Vaan steeled his resolve.
Ding!
…
Vaan's body was already improving very quickly. But after he consud higher-quality magical plants and precious heavenly elixirs without hesitation, his improvent rate could only be described as insane.
In a re six hours, Vaan's physical body was tempered to a level that most Body Refiners couldn't achieve in their decades or centuries of cultivation.
However, it was also understandable.
After all, other Body Refiners did not have a Divine-rank physique and bloodline like Vaan, nor did they have precious magical plants and heavenly elixirs like the Divine-rank Stalactite Milk to consu recklessly.
Furthermore, they couldn't enjoy the full might of the Black Mountain in tempering their bodies.
Anyone else in Vaan's shoes would have long died under the crushing force of the Black Mountain before they could enjoy its tempering benefits, let alone with precious magical plants and heavenly elixirs to indulge in.
When the body-refining masters watched Vaan cultivate on the peak of the Black Mountain, they all felt a chill run down their spines.
Anyone at their level could endure hardship in the process of pushing their bodies to the extre limits. However, none of them had ever seen anyone refine their body in such a cruel and grueso way.
It shook their hearts greatly.
There wasn't a single spot on Vaan's body that wasn't covered by blood.
After Vaan's body reached a level that stopped cracking under the Black Mountain's crushing pressure, his blood quickly dried under his high bodily heat, forming a thin layer of blood crust.
Vaan remained motionless like a firm mountain under such a condition. Because of that, no one knew if he was alive or dead. Sadness perated the hearts of many warriors as they assud his death.
They couldn't help but mourn his silent passing.
Among the crowds of warriors gathered at the foot of the Black Mountain, Berucha, who had co from the Martial Hall, beca absent-minded with a sense of loss.
He was unwilling to believe in Vaan's death.
An Old Master sighed, "Today, a legend was born, shining brightly like the sun in the sky. Everyone was dazzled by its brilliance. Unfortunately, it was also short-lived like the shooting stars…"
"Young Master Vanderlin isn't dead! He can't be dead!" Berucha quickly regained his wits as he denied the increasing murmurs of assumption regarding Vaan's death. He was unwilling to believe it.
The person had given Berucha far too many surprises since the beginning of their encounter.
When they t, Berucha already felt the person was extraordinary. However, it was only after the person ascended to the top of the Black Mountain did he see how extraordinary the person truly was.
It didn't seem likely for such an extraordinary person to roll over and die just like that.
'Everyone is mistaken. Young Master Vanderlin is definitely alive,' Berucha silently convinced himself despite having no confidence or proof.
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