Chapter Six: The Glazed Golden Body

The true energy within his body gradually grew stronger, swelling from the thickness of a thumb to the coursing stream of a small river. As the Ninefold Heaven-Shaking Technique continued to circulate, his blood began to flow back toward his heart, and his veins were filled with sky-blue liquid spiritual energy.

At that moment, his heart transformed into gold, radiating a dazzling, glass-like brilliance. It beat evenly and powerfully, and with each throb, a drop of golden blood flowed out into his veins, soon to be inundated by surges of blue liquid spiritual energy pouring into his golden heart.

The cycle repeated, and as time passed, the volume of golden blood gradually increased, until nearly every vessel in his body pulsed with golden blood. Yet the process did not cease—it still absorbed massive amounts of liquid from the pit, and the golden blood in his veins grew ever denser, thick as molten gold, emanating a majestic power.

His muscles, having absorbed a vast amount of liquid spiritual energy, now brimmed with explosive strength, as hard as steel. Faint, invisible blades—like countless transparent needles as fine as hair—spread through every inch of his flesh.

The golden blood in his veins began to coagulate, and as spiritual energy continued to pour in, it finally solidified into a dense, viscous paste. The blood stopped flowing, and the moment it congealed, the tiny invisible blades quivered and pierced into his veins, like countless straws greedily drawing energy from the golden blood.

Golden energy was extracted from the veins and infused into every muscle, bone, and tissue, gradually tinting his entire body gold.

The essence of Cold Sky’s Ninefold Heaven-Shaking Technique lay in this process: absorbing energy to enrich his blood, strengthening the resilience of his veins. As the energy increased, the blood underwent a qualitative transformation—its very grade elevated. Then, the transformed power of his veins radiated into his bones and flesh.

This allowed his bones and flesh, empowered by his blood, to undergo their own metamorphosis, pushing his entire being through a transcendence beyond its limits.

Time slipped away; outside, day and night exchanged places, and another dawn silently arrived. In the mountain forest, white birds vied with their song, and the roars of beasts echoed through the trees.

Within a damp, shadowy thicket, a small figure clad in deep gray sat cross-legged atop a green stone, breathing evenly. The place was shrouded in gloom; the dense branches blocked all sunlight, not a single ray could penetrate.

The little figure’s eyes snapped open. “It seems they were killed. I can’t stay here any longer. I must hurry to the Sealed Forbidden Land—only there can I restore my strength quickly. Duan Changfeng, ten thousand years have passed, yet you still haunt me. Once my power returns to its peak, I’ll devour your divine weapon, and let all humankind on this continent feel the shame!” The gray figure’s face twisted with hatred, his tone seething with malice.

A surge of gray mist swept up, transforming into a stream of gray light that vanished into the earth.

Deep within the cave at the bottom of the dark pool, Cold Sky had become entirely golden, as if cast from golden glass. His whole body gleamed with dazzling golden light, an icy metallic aura emanating from within. He sat there like an ancient beast, giving the impression that, though his body was not particularly robust, it contained enough power to shatter a mountain.

Golden blood surged through his veins, radiating unparalleled strength. At this moment, the true energy in his dantian had grown as fierce as a raging river. Cold Sky had already ceased circulating his martial skill, now gazing blankly at his dantian, where a sky-blue great blade floated above the river of true energy.

He hadn’t noticed the blade at first—not until his true energy broke through to the initial peak of the Great Heaven Realm did the blade emerge from the river and hover within his dantian.

Cold Sky immediately awoke from his cultivation, staring at the blade with mingled surprise and joy. He was astonished that the supreme blade from last night’s void, so dominant it seemed to command heaven and earth, had manifested within his own dantian. Whether this was a blessing or a curse, he could not tell.

Yet he was delighted at the possibility of possessing the blade. Though it might harbor unknown dangers, at least it was his now. No matter how it had arrived, as long as it was in his possession, he would find a way to turn it into his divine weapon.

He tried many times to draw the blade out of his dantian, all to no avail. After repeated failures, he abandoned the attempt and began to examine the changes in his body. “Haha… I’ve broken through to the Glass-Golden Body! Wonderful—with its defensive power, even if I face a profound master, I can hold my own. I won’t lose my life so easily!”

The third perfected layer of Cold Sky’s Ninefold Heaven-Shaking Technique was the Glass-Golden Body. In high spirits, he stood and began to explore the depths of the cave.

His first glance fell upon the stone pit and the sky-blue liquid. Though he had absorbed a vast amount of the spiritual liquid, the pool within the pit seemed barely diminished!

“What treasure is this! In such a short time, it has allowed me to cultivate the first realm of the Ninefold Heaven-Shaking Technique to perfection.” He gazed at the viscous liquid in the pit, marveling.

After searching around and finding nothing else, he looked up—above him, embedded in a stone groove, was a glowing, scarlet sphere the size of a watermelon.

Cold Sky’s eyes lit up. With a leap, he reached the cave’s ceiling and plucked the scarlet orb from its socket.

Landing on the ground, he cradled the orb in his hand and sent a thread of spiritual consciousness inside. As soon as his consciousness entered, a surge of energy flowed into his mind, and that energy took the form of written words.

It described a special space called Purgatory—a realm of illusion accessible only by spirit and soul. The main purpose of Purgatory was to hone a warrior’s consciousness and reaction abilities...

Cold Sky exhaled, a smile of excitement curling his lips. “Haha… On a whim, I’ve obtained such a treasure. It seems luck is always with me in this world!”

With a thought, he stored Purgatory in his ring. “If I’m not mistaken, this spiritual liquid is a primordial water treasure. Unfortunately, I can’t take it all with me. No matter—when I find a way, I’ll return for it. Hidden so deep underground, I doubt anyone will discover it easily.”

He took two jade bottles from his ring and filled them with spiritual liquid, stowing them away. “Now, I must figure out how to leave this place!” Guided by the sound of flowing water, he found the cave’s entrance.

He looked at the transparent energy membrane, then at the pitch-black water outside. Cold Sky fell into contemplation, then suddenly punched forward!

Martial Peak 6—Chapter Six: Glass-Golden Body Complete!