Chapter 20: Azure Lotus Green Flame, Entry of Prison-Suppressing Divine Body

[Upon arriving at the Baihua Chamber of Commerce, you were escorted directly into a VIP room.]

[The auction proceeded smoothly. As before, you acquired the remaining materials—not out of urgency, but in quiet preparation. Sooner or later, you would obtain another Root-Bone Flower. With the simulator, foresight was your greatest strength.]

[Eventually, the final item was revealed.]

[A Heaven-and-Earth treasure—the Azure Lotus Green Flame.]

[The moment it emerged, your heart trembled.]

[A rare strange flame, capable of refining divine pills and forging top-grade treasures. But more importantly—it was essential for cultivating the Prison-Suppressing Divine Body.]

[You never avoided that forbidden physique out of fear. You lacked only the resources.]

[And you were not yet strong enough to seize them by force.]

[So, you waited.]

[Waited for the simulator to give you what the world would never offer freely.]

[And now, the opportunity had arrived.]

[You raised your paddle and bid.]

[Moments later, another voice echoed from the neighboring VIP room.]

[It was calm—but each bid it placed was sharp and unyielding.]

[What began as a contest of price became a silent clash of wills.]

[Finally, after a long standoff, you secured the Azure Lotus Green Flame—for thirty million low-grade spirit stones.]

[The other bidder fell silent.]

[But unease crept into your heart.]

[That person hadn't bid on anything else. Clearly, they had come only for this.]

[This wasn't a casual collector. It was someone with purpose.]

[Someone with power.]

[You didn't know whether they were a top cultivator or someone backed by a terrifying force—but you understood one thing clearly.]

[You couldn't afford to provoke them.]

[Fleeing was pointless. Tianhua City's laws forbade combat within its walls, and you lacked the skills to vanish without a trace.]

[That law was your only shield.]

[If they attacked in the city, you could resist. If they could kill you in one blow, even escape would be meaningless.]

[So you lowered your head and vanished into obscurity.]

[Returning to your courtyard, you began refining the Azure Lotus Green Flame.]

[At the same time, you activated the first stage of the Prison-Suppressing Divine Body technique.]

[Year 260]

[A year passed in silence.]

[After countless trials, you finally succeeded in refining the Azure Lotus Green Flame.]

[It merged into your body like molten jade, and the transformation began.]

[You stepped into the entry level of the Prison-Suppressing Divine Body.]

[Your blood thundered like a divine river. Bones radiated celestial brilliance. Ancient sigils surfaced faintly across your skin.]

[Every breath carried boundless vitality.]

[But even so—]

[The long-awaited 11th Elixir Pattern failed to form.]

[You opened your eyes and sat still.]

[Had you truly reached your limit?]

[One quiet truth echoed in your mind:]

[Your current foundation has reached its peak.]

[No matter how powerful your physique became, no further breakthrough was possible—not under your current Supreme Foundation.]

[The shackles were invisible, but unbreakable.]

[So, you turned to a new path—Sword Intent.]

[Year 262]

[After two years of seclusion, meditation, and simulated battles, your Sword Intent broke through to Level 2.]

[Every strike became sharper. Every motion, deadlier.]

[Your swordplay transformed.]

[Year 270]

[After eight more years, you reached Level 3 Sword Intent.]

[Now, each swing carried crushing force—capable of killing any Nascent Soul cultivator outright.]

[In all these years, no one approached.]

[Even the mysterious bidder never revealed themselves again.]

[Eventually, your vigilance dulled.]

[But your strength had peaked.]

[It was time.]

[You were ready to step into the Golden Elixir Realm.]

[But with that advancement came Heavenly Tribulation.]

[And Tianhua City forbade it.]

[So, under cover of darkness, you packed your belongings and quietly slipped out of the city.]

[Just as you passed the boundary stone, a thunderous voice tore through the silence.]

["You've made me wait long enough. Today, I'll torture you to death!"]

[Your chest tightened.]

[He had waited—patiently, silently—for all these years.]

[From the forest, a figure emerged.]

[He wielded a spear dripping with killing intent. His eyes were cold and pitiless.]

[His aura surged.]

[Peak God-Transformation Realm.]

[It crushed the air like a falling mountain.]

[You responded instantly—sword drawn, heart steady.]

[The Battle Begins]

[Steel clashed with steel. Sparks lit the night.]

[The clash was ferocious.]

[But slowly—you realized the truth.]

[You were at a disadvantage.]

[Despite your monstrous foundation…]

[Despite the Prison-Suppressing Divine Body…]

[You were being pushed back.]

[He wielded a peak-grade spiritual spear.]

[His Level 3 Spear Intent equaled your swordplay.]

[His cultivation was higher.]

[His killing aura sharper.]

[With each passing second, the gap widened.]

[If this continued, you would die.]

[There was no time.]

[You reached into your storage ring and pulled out a bone-white flask.]

[Fiendbone Soup.]

[A forbidden brew created through your God of Cooking skill—crafted to temporarily enhance both strength and speed.]

[You drank it.]

[A violent surge of energy erupted in your veins.]

[Your muscles swelled. Blood howled. Space distorted around you.]

[Your figure became a blur.]

[The enemy's eyes narrowed. "Still hiding trump cards?"]

[You didn't answer.]

[There was no need.]

[Words had no meaning now.]

[Only death awaited.]

[You stepped forward, sword shining with ruthless intent.]

[Now... it ends.]