222: Chapter 223 A Mighty Force Opens the Door! The Hundred-Foot Bronze Door is Violently Pushed Open! A Gale of True Dragon Blood Rushes Forth.

"Your lives are yours for the time being."

Lin Qi tossed out these words without sparing another glance at the group of useless people slumped on the ground.

The IOU had already been tucked into his inner pocket; the utility of these hostages had been squeezed dry.

What happened next had nothing to do with these burdens.

Lin Qi turned around, his gaze locking onto the hundred-zhang-tall bronze door ahead.

He lifted his leg and stepped onto the first step.

The second.

The third.

With every step upward, the pressure pouring out from the door's crack grew heavier.

That power carried an extremely ancient aura, as if something that had lived for who knows how many tens of thousands of years was crouching behind the door, breathing.

Lin Qi's skin began to tighten.

The dark golden patterns deep within his bone marrow pulsed along with this pressure, emitting waves of burning sensations.

His body was crying out, craving, and frantically demanding what was behind the door.

Good stuff.

Definitely good stuff.

Lin Qi licked his lips, his eyes filled with a greedy, thievish glint.

The greatest virtue of Lin Qi in this life was his practicality.

If he saw something he liked, he took it.

If someone blocked his path, he killed them.

Now that this damn door was blocking his way, he would just push it open.

He walked step by step to the door.

The surface of the bronze door was bone-chillingly cold, and the strange beast totems carved onto it were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws; every line exuded ferocity.

The door was mottled with rust, having been sealed in the depths of this Dragon Tomb for who knows how many eras.

Lin Qi raised his right hand and pressed his palm against the door.

The moment his palm touched those totem patterns, an absurdly massive stream of information surged frantically into his mind.

Hum!

A scene of Chaos exploded in his mind.

Ancient abysses, churning magma, gigantic Dragon shadows blotting out the sky, and countless twisted, incomprehensible runes.

This information poured into the depths of his consciousness like a flood, attempting to drown his thoughts.

If it had been that group of Prodigies, their brains would have long since been turned into mush.

But Lin Qi was different.

In his past life in the "martial arts era," he had cleared at least eighty or a hundred Divine Soul trials.

Mental shocks, erosion of will—he had experienced it all.

His martial arts will condensed into an invisible iron wall, directly blocking all those chaotic streams of information.

I don't care about your ancient secrets or your door-opening passwords.

I don't need them.

I only need one thing.

Strength.

Lin Qi withdrew his right hand and took a half-step back.

He bent his legs slightly, kept his feet shoulder-width apart, lowered his center of gravity, and settled into a rock-solid horse stance.

The Qi and blood furnace within his body began to run frantically.

He activated the Blood Moving Technique at full power, and with the Turtle Breathing Technique coordinating his breathing rhythm, he compressed every drop of Qi and blood in his body to the limit.

His blood flow speed surged, and blood vessels bulged under his skin like winding rivers.

The dark golden patterns deep in his bone marrow lit up completely.

A faint, dark golden precious light began to emanate from the surface of his skin.

All the latent power of his Indestructible Golden Body was released without reservation.

Lin Qi raised both hands again, spread his ten fingers, and slammed his palms heavily onto the bronze door.

The sound of his palms meeting the door surface was muffled and heavy.

He did not hesitate, nor did he probe.

All his immense physical strength, combined with the Spiral Force and Penetrating Force of the Baji Mountain Crushing Force, started from his Dantian, conducted through his waist and hips, surged up his spine to his shoulders, and poured into his arms.

The two forces merged perfectly in his palms.

The Spiral Force, wrapped in monstrous strength, was like a frantically spinning drill, biting firmly into the bronze door.

"Open!"

Lin Qi roared.

His throat even cracked from the shout.

The sound waves rampaged through the vast ruin hall, shaking the gravel on both sides of the steps until it clattered down.

The bronze door remained unmoved.

But the totems on the door reacted.

The eyes of those baring-fanged and claw-brandishing strange beasts began to light up one by one, emitting a faint, dark red glow.

The light grew brighter and brighter, as if something was being awakened.

Lin Qi did not stop.

The muscles in his arms bulged to their limit, and thick veins crawled from his wrists all the way to his neck, wriggling under his skin like earthworms.

The bluestone steps beneath his feet could not withstand the recoil of this immense strength; starting from beneath his feet, cracks spread outward in circles.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

The entire bluestone slab cracked inch by inch, and gravel splattered to both sides.

His body was taut like a fully drawn bow.

From his toes to his fingers, every muscle, every tendon, and every inch of bone participated in this exertion of force.

This was the most primitive power of the Dao of martial arts.

No skill visual effects, no System enhancements, no Spell buffs.

Pure, most violent, physical-level output of monstrous strength.

One second.

Two seconds.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

Rumble!

A dull sound from the depths of antiquity emanated from inside the door.

The entire ancient palace ruin shook along with it.

The huge stone pillars that had collapsed on both sides began to sway violently, and dust fell in large clumps from the dome overhead.

A thin crack appeared along the central axis of the bronze door.

It's working!

Lin Qi's eyes widened, and only one word remained in his mind.

Push!

He let out a great roar and stomped his legs hard against the ground.

The steps beneath his feet were directly crushed into a large hole.

All his strength surged again, and the Spiral Force and Penetrating Force twisted frantically, pushing against that hundred-zhang door.

Creak.

Creak.

Creak, creak, creak!

A sound so ear-piercingly shrill that it made one's teeth ache echoed throughout the space.

The bronze door, which had been sealed for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, was forcibly pushed open by this unreasonable physical violence.

One meter.

Two meters.

Three meters.

The crack grew wider and wider.

The strange beast totems on the door all lit up in blood-red, as if emitting some kind of silent scream.

Finally, the gap settled at several meters wide.

Lin Qi withdrew his palms and took a step back, his hands hanging at his sides, the muscles in his arms still trembling uncontrollably.

That's it.

This was the current limit of his Physical Body's output.

But it was enough.

Enough for him to squeeze in sideways.

The moment the door gap opened wide, a scent of true dragon relic blood, so thick it had almost turned into liquid, surged out frantically from within.

That aura formed a tangible hurricane, carrying dark red energy particles, and poured out wildly from the several-meter-wide door gap.

Dozens of meters below the steps, Xiao Kuangyun and Han Qianchi and that group of Prodigies, who had long since collapsed into mud, were directly blown away by this gale.

"Ahhhhh!"

Screams rose one after another.

The young masters rolled dozens of meters along the ground like broken sacks, only stopping when they collided with the debris of fallen stone pillars.

No one cared about them.

Lin Qi stood before the door gap.

The dark red hurricane hit his face head-on, blowing his hair into a wild frenzy.

In his eyes, the scene of the world inside the door gap was reflected.

Behind the door lay a vast, boundless dark red space.

In the very center of the space, a gigantic altar, more than ten times larger than the Blood Sacrifice Altar outside, hovered in mid-air.

On top of the altar was a huge Blood Pool emitting a golden-red glow.

The liquid in the Blood Pool was churning and boiling, and every droplet that splashed up contained more terrifying energy than all the true dragon relic blood in the entire Blood Sacrifice Altar outside combined.

Lin Qi's breathing became completely ragged.

The door to the Organ Refining Realm was right before his eyes.

He lifted his foot and strode into that unknown core land of Dragon blood treasure.