An irresistible, overwhelming force surged, instantly merging the two into one.
The Creation Furnace chimed with a resonant, sharp sound, and a streak of white light shot up from it; it circled the air, flashed past, and vanished into invisibility once more.
On Jun Moxie’s wrist, blood streamed out like a fountain, but instead of falling, it shot directly into that Creation Furnace!
The five-colored flames, which had been fading, were nourished by the fresh blood, and their intensity surged again, erupting in a sudden blaze that enveloped the entire Creation Furnace in vibrant, shifting hues. Yet, Jun Moxie, standing so close, felt absolutely no heat.
Chaos Fire!
The moment those three words flashed into his mind, a burst of dark golden blood light whooshed out of the Creation Furnace, disappearing before Jun Moxie. The wound on Jun Mowu’s hand vanished instantly; if he hadn't still felt the subtle discomfort of massive blood loss, he would have believed his hand had never been injured.
The five-colored flames abruptly ceased burning, and everything returned to the profound silence that had prevailed when Jun Mowu first entered.
A three-legged alchemy furnace sat quietly in the center of the room.
The five-colored flames beneath it were now reduced to mere sparks, flickering steadily, burning slowly, as if they could extinguish at any moment, yet also capable of continuing forever in this state.
The protrusion nearby—that book-like object—remained resting silently in place.
Jun Mojiao abruptly opened his eyes wide, gazing at it all with astonishment. After a long moment, he unconsciously pinched his own thigh; the sharp pain made him wince, and before he could recover, he froze again...
How did my body get in here too?
For a time, he truly could not believe it, dared not believe it. He fiercely pinched himself several more times, nearly losing his breath, before finally confirming: it genuinely hurt! It seemed the body really had entered!
Does this mean I can come and go as I please from now on? Jun Mowu was utterly dizzy from this windfall, failing to notice that he had just been pinching his own flesh and was entirely unclothed.
Because, at this moment, Young Master Jun only felt what it meant to be truly happy!
Where is happiness? My friend, let me tell you, it is not under the shade of willows, nor in the splendor of spring; it resides within the tower in his mind...
Cough, cough...
“With blood as the guide, spiritual wisdom as the tether, and the soul transformed into force… the Chaos Fire refines all things under heaven; the Creation Furnace forges the supreme Golden Elixir!”
Two more sentences suddenly appeared in Jun Moxie’s mind. Young Master Jun vaguely felt that his connection to the strangely shaped Creation Furnace and the colorful Chaos Fire was extraordinarily intimate, as if the three were now a single, inseparable entity.
Jun Moxie took a couple of steps and bent down to pick up the gold-bound book.
The instant his hand made contact, the gold-bound book dissolved into a swirl of five-colored nothingness. It circled overhead, swept over the top of the Creation Furnace, and then, just like the preceding text and figures, whoosh-ed directly into Jun Moxie’s brow.
Elixir Formula!
The two ancient seal characters spun in Jun Moxie’s mind before vanishing, replaced by countless dense arrays of refining methods and the architectures of various alchemical ingredients.
“I’ve struck gold!” Jun Moxie’s mouth formed a perfect circle, the two characters repeating over and over in his mind.
I’m seriously rich this time!
A surge of energy rushed through him, but the calm temperament of the Great Killer took over. With a slight application of his internal power, he suppressed his excitement. However, while circulating his energy, the great expert discovered something astonishing and joyous: the formless, intangible stream of True Qi in his meridians had, at some unknown point, entirely transformed into the color of the spiritual energy within the Hongjun Pagoda—like mist, it flowed slowly, clearly visible! The progress achieved in this single stage was unbelievably swift!
The Genesis Creation truly lived up to its reputation as the most powerful cultivation technique of all time; its training was arduous, but the rewards upon success were immense!
Jun Moxie estimated that, based on his current strength, if translated into the Xuan Qi cultivation levels of this world, he had reached the peak of the Golden Profound Realm.
He had vaulted from the mere Silver Profound Realm directly to the peak of the Golden Profound Realm—Silver Profound Initial, Silver Profound Mid, Silver Profound Peak, Golden Profound Initial, Golden Profound Mid, Golden Profound Peak!
He had skipped six complete tiers in an instant!
Keep in mind, Jun Mowu had only been in this world for a little over two months, even counting generously.
His arrival in this world had been a time of turmoil; transmigrating into the body of a pampered young master whose Xuan Qi cultivation was a pitiful third rank! Family crises, threats to his life! A third-rank Xuan Qi was less than an ant in this world!
It was already remarkable that the original Young Master Jun hadn't been abruptly terminated or crushed, managing to hold on until Jun Xie crossed over.
After transmigrating, if he hadn't carried the Hongjun Pagoda with him, the new Jun Mowu wouldn't know how many times he would have died! Relying on his cheat device, he had managed to escape danger time and again.
But it was undeniable that his personal strength was still far, far from sufficient!
Utilizing the Hongjun Pagoda, he had advanced rapidly in less than two months, reaching the Silver Profound Realm. This in itself was a miracle beyond belief! But to establish a footing and ensure survival in this world, the Silver Profound Realm was woefully inadequate.
One could say that up until this point, he was still facing mortal danger at any moment!
It wasn't until a few days ago, when he obtained the heaven-defying Yin-Yang Escape technique, that Jun Moxie finally secured his own guarantee of life! And it was an overwhelming guarantee at that!
But a guarantee was still not enough! Jun Mowu’s temperament had never been about complacent preservation! What he championed was slaughter, aggression!
Jun Moxie never owed anyone favors, never begged anyone. Those who respected him one inch, he returned a foot of respect; those who stepped on him once, he returned with a bludgeon; insult him once, he repaid a hundredfold; slash him once, he annihilated their entire clan! Deceive him once, and he would remember it for life!
The thing he could tolerate least was betrayal!
The Evil Lord’s ferocity in this life had gained an addition: kinship!
Dare to touch one of mine, and I will wipe out their whole family! Dare to touch a single strand of my hair, and I will sever their arm! No matter who it is!
But personality was personality; strength was what ultimately decided everything. Having personality without strength was simply a pretense leading to death in battle!
Jun Moxie had always infinitely looked forward to unlocking the second layer, the third layer, and perhaps even... the ninth layer of the Hongjun Pagoda as soon as possible!
He knew that in this world, the only thing that could truly help him was the Hongjun Pagoda.
Wealth and profit were fleeting ashes; even his own family, under the coercion of imperial power, might not be able to protect him.
First, there was the entanglement of long-standing grievances stretching back over a decade in Snowwind Silver City, followed by the aggressive push from the Blood Soul Villa that pressed too hard! And within the sphere of Tianxiang City, powerful families intermingled like dragons and snakes, imperial power struggled for dominance—the dangers were everywhere!
No one knew the immense pressure Jun Moxie carried in his heart. Though he never showed it...
But the pressure did not mean it didn't exist.
Now that the second layer was opened, although his personal strength was still small, Jun Moxie finally possessed the capital to confront them head-on!
His power equivalent to the Golden Profound Realm alone was certainly not enough! And it was far from enough!
But!—
Especially now with the alchemy furnace and the elixir formula, Jun Moxie was fully confident that he could forge an iron army for his family in an extremely short time.
And his own strength could also rise rapidly through this means!
When the time was ripe, that would be the moment for Mowu to truly draw his sword in this world and bare his fangs!
Suddenly, Jun Moxie felt the wind and clouds churning before his eyes;
Suddenly, Jun Moxie felt his heart roiling with surging waves! Powerhouses of this world, I, Jun Moxie, have only now truly gained the foundation to face you!
With a flicker of thought, Jun Moxie realized he was standing in the dark earth; somehow, he had emerged from the Hongjun Pagoda without knowing when. Remembering he had instructed Ying Bokong and Hai Chenfeng to find him at the Jun family estate, a sudden urgency gripped him, and he phased out.
Bright sunlight!
Jun Moxie stood on the earth with a touch of melancholy; the sunlight was deep.
Yet, in this brief span of time, both the progress and the gains were unimaginably vast! This left the young master feeling somewhat self-satisfied in his excitement, like a pauper who had suddenly won the lottery! Even if no one noticed and he couldn't tell anyone, his heart was brimming with an urge to show off. Thus, he involuntarily began to posture.
The young master didn't even notice that he was completely naked, not a single strip of cloth left on his body...
Gazing deeply at the horizon, Jun Mowu sighed faintly, hands clasped behind his back, “The setting sun is infinitely beautiful, but it heralds dusk.”
“Ah!!!” A shriek tore through the air, followed by a girl’s voice shouting in furious shame: “Hooligan! Scoundrel! In broad daylight, you actually…”
Jun Mowu looked up and saw two people standing about ten feet in front of him, at the edge of the woods—a man and a woman. The woman had long hair falling to her shoulders, dressed in a moon-white gown, her figure graceful. She was currently covering her eyes with both hands, stomping her foot in furious curses while rapidly turning around.
Beside her, a handsome youth with sharp sword-like eyebrows and piercing eyes, whose nose had a slight aquiline curve, glared with undisguised rage. With a swish, he drew his sword and pointed it at Jun Moxie, yelling, “In this peaceful world, under the bright sky, you shameless wretch, resorting to such vile actions! If I don't teach you a lesson today, heaven will not allow it!”
“Huh? Teach me a lesson? What did I do to you?” Jun Mowu was genuinely puzzled: Are these two mentally ill? I was just standing here quietly, and they come yelling about beating me and calling me a hoodlum. Damn, even if I can’t claim to be a peerless heartthrob, I still look presentable enough! Why do I look like a degenerate? This is just slander! If you want trouble, just say so plainly!
The young master, intending to demand an explanation, instinctively took a few steps closer.
The young girl had just peeked at the scene through her fingers. Seeing Jun Mowu moving closer to her, she stomped her foot again, crying out in distress and panic: “You—you, you scoundrel… Don’t come closer! I’m very skilled… Don’t come over…”
Her urgent tone carried a hint of tears! For some inexplicable reason, witnessing a male body so completely different from her own for the first time gave her a strange feeling. She knew she shouldn't look, yet she couldn't resist her curiosity, sneaking another few glances through the gaps in her fingers...