Chapter 137 - 95: When You Let Me Get This Close, You Are Already Dead

Chapter 137: Chapter 95: When You Let Me Get This Close, You Are Already Dead

Factoring in his existing mastery of the Dragon Transformation Sword Intent, one day of cultivating the Mountain-Breaking Fist for him was equivalent to dozens of days for anyone else!

For the following period, Lu Chen fell back into a long-lost daily routine.

It was worth noting that whenever the tenth day arrived in the Dungeon, the Fortune Golden Dragon inside would completely break free. Afterward, the entire Gangding Peak would shake violently, causing the mine to collapse.

Therefore, Lu Chen used this as a cycle. Every time the Little Golden Dragon was about to break free, he would go in and challenge him, testing the results of his cultivation in actual combat.

This combination of bitter training and actual combat caused the Level of Lu Chen’s Mountain-Breaking Fist to climb at an astonishing rate. And in this process, time continued to slip away.

By the 150th day in the Dungeon, Lu Chen calmed his mind and focused his spirit, adopting the starting stance of the Mountain-Breaking Fist.

His aura grew dense and heavy, exuding an indescribable sense of profound weight. In the next second, Lu Chen suddenly opened his eyes and threw a punch at the black cauldron wall in front of him.

BOOM!

The phantom of a massive, imposing mountain appeared behind Lu Chen. It made his punch against the black cauldron wall feel as if an entire mountain had crashed into it.

However, this strike, imbued with the Mountain-Shaking Fist Intent, still failed to leave a single mark on the black cauldron’s surface. This alone showed just how terrifying this colossal, mountain-sized Black Cauldron truly was.

Lu Chen speculated that even if this massive Tripod Cauldron wasn’t a legendary Immortal Artifact, it was definitely close to being one.

He thought, "An Immortal Artifact... If only I could carry it outside."

Of course, Lu Chen was only daydreaming. He didn’t think he actually had the ability to control such a terrifying object.

After his brief lament, Lu Chen looked at his Skills panel.

[Mountain-Shaking Fist Intent: Entering the Dao (Cannot be upgraded)]

[Effect: Enter the Dao through the fist, gather intent to form a mountain. When the fist strikes... it can shake a thousand mountains.]

Lu Chen looked at the Skills panel, which had changed from the Mountain-Breaking Fist to the Mountain-Shaking Fist Intent, and nodded in satisfaction.

Over these 150 days, he and his clone had cultivated the Mountain-Breaking Fist around the clock, almost without rest. Even so, it still took him about 50 days to raise the Mountain-Breaking Fist to the Breaking Realm. In the remaining 100 days, he hadn’t been able to directly elevate it to Entering the Dao. He had only managed to increase the proficiency of the Realm-Breaking Level Mountain-Breaking Fist to over 20,000 points.

After that, he found that every subsequent point of improvement became exceedingly difficult, and his efficiency plummeted. Left with no other choice, Lu Chen directly spent 8,000 Experience Points to make up the final deficit. Only then did he finally comprehend the Mountain-Shaking Fist Intent.

Lu Chen didn’t know how many punches he had thrown over these days, but if he included his clone’s efforts, a conservative estimate would be over a million.

Thinking of this, Lu Chen once again felt the true weight of what "Entering the Dao" represented. It took a million punches just to barely enter the Dao. This Fist Intent... was indeed not something ordinary people could cultivate.

Seeing that everything was ready, Lu Chen finally walked toward the tunnel connecting to the Nine Dragon Cave.

He was going to let the Little Golden Dragon feel exactly how heavy a fist that could shake a thousand mountains really was!

When Lu Chen stepped into the Nine Dragon Cave once more, Pang Xiao on the high platform again urged him to leave.

This time, however, Lu Chen chose not to speak. Instead, he simply walked straight toward the Golden Tripod pressing down on Pang Xiao’s body.

Unlike before, when Pang Xiao saw his stubborn behavior, he surprisingly didn’t offer any further warnings. Instead, as if realizing something, a look of hope appeared in his eyes.

It was because he sensed a profound, imposing aura radiating from Lu Chen. And if he could sense it, the Little Golden Dragon naturally could as well.

"This is exactly why I hate you people from the Cyan Cloud Sect. Every single one of you acts like an idiot, always insisting on making pointless struggles," the Little Golden Dragon spat.

"You’re like this, and so is that Pang Xiao next to the Golden Tripod.

"What could a measly Foundation Establishment Stage Body Cultivator possibly endure? To prevent this Golden Tripod from falling, he actually bore its weight alive until he died. And even after death, relying on his powerful obsession, he turned into a Magic Corpse and continued to carry it. I truly don’t know how to describe such idiotic behavior.

"Back then, all I did was eat a few Dragon Veins! Was there really a need for your Cyan Cloud Sect to torture me like this?

"Ten thousand years! I have been Suppressed by you all for a full ten thousand years!

"The Mortal Dynasty from back then has been gone for who knows how long. Why won’t you let me go?!"

After the Little Golden Dragon’s angry tirade, the corrupted Extraterritorial Demon Body on the Dragon-locking Golden Tripod immediately morphed into four massive Corpse Dragons. Their eyes glared furiously at Lu Chen as he steadily approached.

"A measly Qi Refining cultivator... So what if you’ve cultivated Fist Intent?" the dragon sneered.

"In front of me, you are still as insignificant as an ant!

"Even if you manage to shoulder this Golden Tripod today and restore the Dragon-locking Array, you’ll only Suppress me for another hundred years.

"A mere century! I have already endured ten thousand years of loneliness. Do you think I care about another hundred?

"Kid, the Cyan Cloud Sect is finished. The Immortals and Buddhas of the Thirty-Three Heavens are all busy fighting the Ancient Immortals. No one cares whether you live or die. Wouldn’t it be better to just keep your life?!"

Hearing the Little Golden Dragon’s words, Lu Chen didn’t stop in his tracks. He continued walking toward him without pause.

Seeing this, the Little Golden Dragon knew that words alone would no longer deter him.

"Fine, fine, fine! You want to clash with your grandpa, do you? Then I will reluctantly play a little game with you!" he roared.

"Let’s see which is harder: your fist, or my dragon head!"