254: Chapter 253 I'm not crazy! I'm hot! I'm dying of heat!

"If we can't use Spiritual Power, then we'll use the clumsiest method."

He slowly rolled up the sleeves of his snow-white robe, revealing firm forearms.

"Use hands, push it open."

"What?!" The Loose Cultivators eavesdropping from behind let out a suppressed cry of surprise.

That bronze giant door was tens of thousands of feet high, its entire body cast from an unknown Divine Iron. Even a blast of Spiritual Power might not shake it in the slightest, yet he wanted to push it purely with the Physical Body? What difference was there between this and a Mortal trying to push down a mountain with their bare hands?

But Su Lin's disciples did not hesitate in the slightest.

"I'll do it!"

Su Hongling was the first to stand out. She was a pure Mahayana Stage Body Cultivator. In this world, when it came to the brute strength of the Physical Body, if she claimed second place, no one would dare claim first.

She strode to the front of the door, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed the restless blood Qi within her body deep into her flesh, not letting any of it leak out.

Then, she reached out her hands and, inch by inch, pressed them against the dark red door panel.

"Sizzle!"

The extremely piercing sound of roasting meat rang out instantly.

Even without using Spiritual Power, the Pure Yang high temperature contained within the bronze door still instantly burned through the calluses on Su Hongling's palms.

"Ugh!"

Su Hongling let out a muffled groan, cold sweat instantly breaking out on her forehead from the pain, but her red eyes bulged wide. She gritted her teeth hard, refusing to pull her hands back.

"Open... for me!!!"

The muscles in her arms suddenly bulged, her veins popping out like Dragon-like knots. Her feet were firmly pinned to the ground, even treading two deep pits into the hard jade floor.

However, the giant door remained motionless.

This door was heavy beyond imagination, as if it had grown together with the entire space.

"One person isn't enough."

Su Lin stepped forward.

He walked to Su Hongling's side and, without any nonsense, directly reached out his hands and pressed them against the scorching bronze door.

"Sizzle!"

White smoke also rose from Su Lin's palms, and a heart-piercing burning pain shot straight to his brain along his nerves.

But he didn't even knit his brows; he pushed the passive Physical Body defense of the Immovable Wisdom King Body to its limit.

"Exert force together," Su Lin said in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

The Female Demon Lords, who were just competing with each other a moment ago, did not hesitate at all now and stepped forward one after another.

They dispersed all their Protective Aura, restrained all their pride and Laws, and like the most ordinary Mortals, they pressed their fair and delicate hands against the giant door that was like a branding iron.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

The sound of flesh being burned rose one after another.

Chu Weiwei's tears fell instantly from the pain, but she gritted her lower lip hard, forcing herself not to make a sound.

Mu Qingxue's originally cold hands were now burned bright red. She leaned closely against Su Lin, using the strength coming from her Revered Master's arm to hold on firmly.

"One, two, three... push!"

Su Lin let out a low growl.

Seven people, seven top-tier Physical Bodies. At this moment, they abandoned all flashy techniques and used only the most primitive muscles and bones to launch an assault against this giant door that represented the furnace of heaven and earth.

It moved!

That dark red giant door was finally pushed open, revealing a gap just wide enough for one person to pass through sideways!

The moment the gap opened.

A wave of Pure Yang heat, accumulated for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, surged out frantically from the gap like a flood breaking through a dam!

This heatwave had no color or shape, but wherever it blew, the air instantly distorted, and even light was warped by the heat.

"Go in!"

Su Lin did not hesitate at all. He reached out and grabbed the arm of Chu Weiwei, who was closest to him, and pulled her into the gap.

Then came Mu Qingxue, Luo Ximei, Cold Moon, and Ye You.

"Old Man, you go in first! I'll cover the rear!"

Su Hongling held the door panel firmly, her arms trembling violently from overexertion, her palms already a bloody mess.

"Stop talking! Get in!"

Su Lin grabbed Su Hongling's back collar, gave it a hard tug to pull her into the door, and squeezed in himself.

"Bang!!!"

The moment they entered, the bronze giant door, losing the support of their strength, slammed shut under its own terrifying weight, letting out a world-shaking boom.

Outside the door, those Loose Cultivators who had originally wanted to take the opportunity to slip through were shaken so much by the massive sound of the door closing that their blood and Qi churned.

And inside the door.

It was another world.

There was no light.

Only a suffocating dark red.

This was a long corridor with no end in sight.

The surrounding walls, the ceiling, and the floor were all made of that dark red bronze material, emitting a despair-inducing high temperature.

"Huff... huff..."

Heavy breathing echoed within the corridor.

In just the few short breaths since they entered, everyone's clothes had been completely soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to their bodies.

But this sweat didn't even have time to drip before it evaporated instantly under the terrifying high temperature, turning into a layer of white mist that was then inhaled into the lungs, making it feel like every breath was swallowing burning charcoal.

"Revered Master..."

Su Hongling, who was walking at the very front, stopped her pace. She raised her hands that had just pushed the door.

Her originally firm and rough palms were now a bloody mess, and one could even see the golden-glowing finger bones inside.

The self-healing ability of a Mahayana Stage Body Cultivator seemed to have been paused here. Not only did the wounds not heal, but because of the scorching heat, the edges began to turn black and shrivel.

"My flesh... isn't growing back." She stared blankly at her hands, a hint of panic appearing in her tone.

"Because there is no Spiritual Qi here, nor are there any Laws."

Su Lin stepped forward and, with a "rip," tore off two strips of cloth from his own Starlight Dharma Robe, which was also soaked in sweat and clinging to his body.

He didn't use any techniques; he just acted like the most ordinary Mortal doctor, lowering his head and nimbly yet gently wrapping the cloth strips around Su Hongling's bloodied hands, tying a firm knot.

"There is only the purest Yang and fire here.

Until the Impurities in your bodies are burned clean and your Mortal shells have completely undergone Shedding the Mortal, any transcendent power will be suppressed to the extreme."

Su Lin raised his head, his deep gaze sweeping over the disciples behind him.

"Remember my words: do not try to circulate Spiritual Power to resist. The more you resist, the more fiercely this furnace fire will burn.

Forget your high-and-mighty cultivation; use your bones and will to walk through it step by step."

"But... it's really so hot..."

Chu Weiwei leaned against the scorching bronze wall, her originally fair and delicate skin now flushed with an abnormal crimson.

She subconsciously reached into her robe, wanting to take out a bottle of Ice Skin Jade Dew to cool down.

However, as soon as her hand took out the jade bottle, before she could even pull out the stopper.

There was a crisp crack.

That medicine bottle, carved from Extreme Cold Jade Marrow, was actually unable to withstand this terrifying temperature difference and Pure Yang Qi, exploding directly in her palm!

Before the medicinal liquid inside could even touch her skin, it turned into a puff of white smoke in the air with a hiss, dissipating completely.

"Don't waste your effort."

Luo Ximei gritted her teeth, enduring the tearing sensation brought by the frantic friction between the Devilish Qi and Pure Yang Qi within her body.

Her signature black and white long hair was now wetly clinging to her cheeks and neck. Her Black Gold Flowing Cloud Dress, soaked with sweat, had become almost like a semi-transparent gauze, tightly wrapping around her breathtaking curves.

"Third Sister, if you dare use those pieces of junk of yours to draw in Spiritual Qi again and make the heat here even more intense, this venerable one will first strip you naked and throw you in front to scout the way!"

"You think I don't want to strip?!"

Chu Weiwei rarely didn't talk back to Luo Ximei. She with difficulty tugged at the lapel that was clinging to her chest and making it hard for her to breathe, gasping for air with a blurred gaze.

"These clothes... now they're like a layer of iron skin wrapping around me... so stuffy... so heavy..."

This was no exaggeration.

For high-level Cultivators who were used to using Spiritual Power to regulate body temperature and remain untainted by a speck of dust, this most primitive Mortal sensation of sweating and stuffiness was simply more unbearable than taking a knife wound.

But that wasn't the worst of it.

The worst was Mu Qingxue, who was walking at the very back.

Su Lin suddenly turned his head.

He saw Mu Qingxue leaning against the wall, her body swaying.

Her white clothes, which symbolized the Dao of Ice and Snow, were now completely stained muddy by sweat and some kind of grayish-black Impurities.

Her iceberg-like face, which hadn't melted for ten thousand years, was now so red it looked like it would drip blood. Her lips were parched and cracked, even seeping with traces of blood.

As the owner of an Extreme Cold Body, this Extremely strong and masculine Shedding the Mortal corridor was simply the most cruel execution ground for her.

The ten-thousand-year Mystic Ice Origin within her body was being forcibly melted bit by bit by this furnace of heaven and earth!

"Qingxue!"

Su Lin stepped over in one stride and caught her waist just as she was about to collapse.

Upon contact, it was no longer the soul-refreshing coolness of the past, but a startlingly high temperature.

Her whole person was like a red-hot stove, liable to burn herself to ashes at any moment.

He draped one of Mu Qingxue's arms over his neck, supporting her body in a half-embrace.

"Lean on me." Su Lin's voice was low and steady, acting like a shot of adrenaline in this suffocating corridor.

"As long as your Revered Master hasn't fallen, don't you even think about lying down."

Mu Qingxue's whole body trembled.

She with difficulty opened her eyes, which had already lost focus.

"Revered Master..."

She was a person with severe mysophobia.

Even if she fought until her Spiritual Power was exhausted, she would still use ice and snow to maintain an untainted posture.

But now, she could clearly feel the Impurities in her body being forcibly driven out by this Pure Yang fire, turning into grayish-black sweat that clung stickily to her skin and even rubbed onto Su Lin's white robe.

"Don't move."

Su Lin didn't let go; instead, he tightened his arm even more.

"This is the furnace of Shedding the Mortal; even Immortal Gold can be melted here."

"Remember, right now you are not some Mahayana Stage ice and snow Fairy; you are just a Mortal who can't even walk steadily."

"Mortals sweat, they detoxify, and they look wretched."

"So what if you've dirtied my clothes?"

"Yo, Seventh Junior Sister, this iceberg of yours actually has a day where it melts into water."

From behind came Luo Ximei's somewhat breathless mocking voice.

Although she was mocking, Luo Ximei's own situation wasn't much better.

Her Black Gold Flowing Cloud Dress was already tight-fitting, and now it was completely soaked with sweat, as if it had become a second skin, tightly wrapping around her breathtaking curves.

In this dark red corridor, with every step, the soles of her shoes would make a sizzling sound against the scorching bronze ground.

Luo Ximei felt as if her legs were filled with lead, and the Devilish Qi within her body was suppressed at the deepest part of her Dantian by the Pure Yang fire, unable to be mobilized in the slightest.

She gritted her teeth and with difficulty moved her feet, walking step by step to Su Lin's side.

"But Revered Master, your favoritism is a bit too obvious, isn't it?"

Luo Ximei reached out a wet arm that looked like it had been fished out of water and unceremoniously wrapped it around Su Lin's waist from behind.

"This disciple can't walk anymore either, and this disciple is also covered in sweat. Why don't you come and hold me?"

She pressed her scorching cheek against Su Lin's back. Through the soaked fabric, the heat from their skin was frantically transferring to each other.

This kind of pure physical contact, without the barrier of Spiritual Power, instead brought a sense of reality that made the heart race.

"Do you think it's not hot enough?"

Su Lin turned his head slightly, his voice a bit raspy.

Without using the active defense of the Immovable Wisdom King Body, he was also enduring this terrifying high temperature. Carrying Mu Qingxue had already consumed a great deal of physical strength, and having Luo Ximei hanging on his back was simply challenging the limits of his Physical Body.

"I'm not letting go."

Luo Ximei not only didn't let go but even rubbed her face hard against Su Lin's back.

"In this ghostly place, even breathing burns the throat.

Only by clinging to Revered Master does this disciple feel at ease."

"Fifth Senior Sister! Have you no shame?!"

Just then, Chu Weiwei's tearful voice came from behind.

Everyone turned to look.

They saw Chu Weiwei leaning against the bronze wall, her hands death-gripping her light purple gauze dress.

"It's too stuffy... these clothes are like iron skin wrapped around my body, I can't breathe..."

This wasn't being dramatic.

That gauze dress was originally a Magic Treasure; normally it was untainted by dust and kept one warm in winter and cool in summer.

But in this Shedding the Mortal corridor, the spirituality of the Magic Treasure was forcibly suppressed, and the fabric instead became an airtight steamer, trapping the heat and toxins expelled from her body tightly inside.

"Rip!"

To everyone's astonishment, Chu Weiwei actually used her hands to forcefully tear open the lapel at her chest!

The originally conservative collar was torn open a large area, revealing a large patch of snow-white, delicate skin that was now flushed with a sickly crimson, as well as the inner camisole embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water.

Large beads of sweat slid down her slender neck, flowed past her collarbone, and disappeared into that deep cleavage.

"Third Sister! Are you crazy?!"

Su Hongling, walking at the very front, stopped her pace, turned back, and widened her eyes.

"I'm not crazy! I'm hot! I'm going to die of heat!"

While crying, Chu Weiwei stumbled forward, like a delicate flower about to wither, and threw herself directly toward Su Lin's other empty side.

"Revered Master... help... Weiwei's Poison Core is going to explode..."

She grabbed Su Lin's left arm, her entire body hanging limply onto it.

That torn lapel pressed unreservedly against Su Lin's arm. Through the fabric, Su Lin could even feel her violent heartbeat and startling softness.