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Werther's first level of body was not complete yet. Logically speaking, he should not have been able to cultivate his Immortal Soul, let alone escape the shell. In fact, when he entered the Dao through martial arts, he specialized in the body, and once the meridians in the body were opened, he would be at the Xiantian realm. Once he comprehended the Dao, he would have a strong body and also practice martial arts, his will would be extremely strong, and after condensing the fist intent, it would be easy for him to cultivate his soul. After all, cultivation was a heaven-defying cultivation art, and although he would encounter many obstacles, he would also be able to achieve great achievements.

With these two as his foundation, when Werther was still in the fleshly body realm, he could already use the Fist Intent Spirit to perform a martial art similar to the Primordial Spirit Exiting Technique. He gathered all of his spirit and visualized his spirit condensing into one point, gradually rising up from the gates of heaven and slowly sinking into the Black Dragon Dagger.

It had to be said that the Black Dragon Dagger was a weapon the Dark Elf King had forged with the teeth of a peak Saint-rank Hell-Black Dragon. Just its quality itself was already at the pinnacle of a saint artifact.

After thousands of years of exhaustion and accumulation, Werther discovered that the dagger still contained a tremendous amount of life force, as if it could breathe on its own. However, he immediately understood the reason. "This dagger contains the soul of a powerful magic beast!" Refining a living creature's soul into an artifact was not a rare thing in the Grace Mainland. After all, there were too few weapons that could produce artifact spirits over time. Furthermore, all of them were definitely top grade saint rank weapons, rarely seen by normal people.

Thus, the mages came up with a compromise. They gave up the long years of immersion, directly capturing powerful creatures and dissecting their souls, turning them into weapons. Soul stripping is a very dangerous and, at the same time, very evil magic. Not only does it require a Mage's superior magic control, it also requires a strong magic power to create it. The ones who have the deepest understanding of souls are, without a doubt, the group of firm believers in the Underworld, the infamous necromancers on the continent.

When necromancers roamed the world, the Grace Mainland was filled with these kinds of weapons that could seal a strong soul. However, from the lowest level Bibi Rabbit to the highest level Dragon, there were no good or bad things until the Necromancers were killed and banned by the other powerhouses on the continent. This kind of weapon was also regarded as a symbol of evil and was collected and destroyed in large numbers. Only occasionally would they hear the news of the birth of a weapon with a spirit artifact sealed within it.

An extremely powerful soul was sealed within this black dragon dagger. Even after going through endless years of torture, Werther could still clearly sense its powerful soul undulations. Saint rank! This was a Saint level magical beast! "It seems that the Dark Elf King is ruthless. Not only did he use the teeth of the Black Dragon as a weapon, he even killed it and imprisoned its soul here forever."

Werther used his uncultivated primordial spirit to sense the situation, and the black dragon soul seemed to sense something, and roared towards the sky! The sound was earth-shattering! This was the only feeling in Werther's heart. Sound waves reverberated in all directions incessantly. His unformed primordial spirit was like a small boat in the raging waves of the sea, about to be swallowed by the sea at any moment. Werther broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly mobilized all his strength to retrieve a wisp of his truesoul from the black dragon's dagger. Fortunately, the black dragon's soul was tightly imprisoned, and after a long period of time, it was unable to be nourished.

He had just walked through the gates of hell, and now that his primordial spirit was back in place, he felt much more stable with the body hut around him. Using the methods of the fleshly body realm to manipulate his zhen qi, his primordial spirit was gradually recovered from the nourishment of the endless blood qi and true qi. The theory of yin and yang was truly one of the most profound knowledge in the world. Just from the view of the human body, the internal organs were all the same, even the soul and body were divided into yin and yang. The so-called Primordial Spirit, to put it bluntly, simply condensed the three souls and seven souls into a single entity, which could not be distinguished from each other, and became Yin and Yang spirits. At this time, Yin spirits belonged to Yin and Yang spirits gradually strengthened, they swam through the night, absorbed the sun's true qi, and the impurities were gradually refined into Yang essence, becoming Yang spirits. Later, when the Yang Soul left the body, it would swim arrogantly through the void for ten thousand miles, and once the achievement was complete, it would descend like thunder from the nine heavens.

Not to mention the Yang God, even the Yin God had not successfully cultivated them. At most, he had only just condensed the three souls and seven souls into one, but there was no need to worry. The path he walked was completely different from that of traditional cultivators, and he paid particular attention to establishing a firm foundation. In this way, the more perfect the body cleansing was, the greater one's achievements would be in the future.

"My Primordial Spirit has not been formed yet, so there are many spells that I am unable to cast. Once I have mastered my mastery in the future, I will come and teach you a good lesson!" From then on, his mind was set on tempering his physical body. With a single thought, he sent out his true energy from his dantian to his entire body. He could hear the sound of his heart pounding in his ears, and with every move he made, he already had the strength to throw an elephant. The next step was to pour his true qi into all 720 meridians in his body.

The Taoists believed that there were deities in the human body, and every acupoint had a god. As long as these deities were awakened, it was equivalent to completely digging out the treasure of a person. At this time, this person had already reached the Immortal Path.

Werther used his inner organs, even the skin of his tendons and bones, which were constantly being refined by the circulation of his true energy, to become incomparably tough. Right now, there was only one step left of his body refining technique, which was to refine marrow. The marrow was the source of blood. If one wanted to maintain the human body's natural situation, the blood would have to undergo transformation, and hiding the marrow within the bones could be said to be very fragile. If there were any mistakes during cultivation and transformation, then this person could be considered to be a complete cripple.

Werther knew that he was only one step away from reaching the peak of the fleshly body realm. As for pouring all the Zhen Qi in his body and nurturing the Spirit, that was the second level of the Aurous Core stage, something that even if he was in a rush, he could not rush it.

Werther carefully controlled the zhen qi inside his body, slowly moving it through his blood, his internal organs, his bones, and finally arriving at his bone marrow. He then divided his zhen qi into strands, carefully wrapping them around a little bit of his bone marrow and using a unique method to transform it. At the very beginning of the transformation, Werther, who was originally sitting still as if he were Mount Tai, suddenly trembled in a rush. Cold sweat dripped down nonstop, and his face no longer had its usual tranquil and relaxed look, as if he was being sliced alive. The taste of modifying the bone marrow was indeed just like being cut alive, or even more so than that. The marrow could be said to be the innermost structure in a person's body, abnormally fragile. As soon as it was entangled with true energy, Werther felt an extreme pain and torture coming from the depths of his soul, sometimes like ten thousand ants constantly gnawing on him, sometimes like he was entering a great furnace, sometimes like he was covered in ice, sometimes like thunder falling from the heavens.

With his unparalleled perseverance, he persevered for an hour and finally ran out of Zhen Qi. At the same time, the pain he felt in his body reached its limit and he had no choice but to give up. Werther stopped cultivating and opened his eyes. His clothes were already completely wet from the cold sweat. There was even a big puddle of sweat on the ground. The first thing he felt was not exhaustion, but extreme thirst! Fortunately, he was already prepared. He grabbed the saline water and gulped down a full twenty pounds of water. Only then did he feel better.

This sleep lasted until dusk of the next day. As he slowly woke up, he had a feeling that his entire body was falling apart, that the food on the table for the day had become completely cold, that Werther's stomach was going crazy from hunger, that he would eat it when he caught it, and that the whole table of food had been swept clean, but it was still not enough, so he asked Alan to prepare it again.

Alan had been waiting outside the door, and Werther had given strict orders not to let him in, even if the count came. When the young maid heard his cry of hunger, she hurriedly went to the kitchen and served him a big plate of food. After sweeping it all away, Werther touched his bloated belly and revealed a satisfied smile. "Burp!"

He burped a few times. Lan's large eyes widened as he asked curiously, "Young master, have you fought with the beastmen yet? Why do you look as if you haven't eaten anything in a year?" Ever since she was young, she had lived in the palace and had limited knowledge of the world. Ever since Werther told her about the history of the battle with the stone hooves, the little girl stubbornly believed that the most powerful people in the world were the Beastmen.