640: Chapter 640 Wei Wuyai's Fist

When Wei Wuya emerged from the Petiole Passage, he was nearly blown away by the wind.

The sky over Jinghai City had changed.

Gray-black patches were spread across a silver-white base; the entire sky looked much like moldy bread.

He landed on the roof of an office building that was half-tilted and swept his gaze toward the city center.

He saw it.

A grayish-white sphere hung twelve hundred meters in the air. It was neither large nor small, and its surface was densely covered with wriggling patterns.

The Bull Demon King stood on the rooftop of an abandoned shopping mall three kilometers away, wearing an orange sanitation vest and holding a broom, his face ashen.

Wei Wuya jumped over.

"Brother Bull."

The Bull Demon King glanced at him sideways.

"Don't call me Brother Bull. Call me Comrade Security Guard."

"Alright, Comrade Security Guard. What's the situation with that sphere?"

The Bull Demon King raised his right hand.

His hand was shaking.

"My Divine Thought reached inside and got twisted three and a half times. It nearly ground my Nascent Soul to pieces."

There was something rare in the Bull Demon King's voice.

It wasn't anger.

It was a cowering fear that came from the marrow of his bones.

A great demon of the Body Integration Stage was terrified like this by a fifty-meter sphere.

Wei Wuya took a few deep breaths.

"The Dean told me to smash it with my fists."

The Bull Demon King looked at him for a moment.

"Are you serious?"

"The Dean's exact words. Physical impact."

The Bull Demon King propped his broom against the ground.

"What's your cultivation level?"

"Golden Core Great Perfection."

"...Does your Dean have some kind of grievance against you?"

Wei Wuya gave a short laugh.

"Maybe. He once punished me by making me clean toilets for a year."

He turned, his feet cracking the concrete slabs at the edge of the rooftop as he crouched down.

The Golden Core spun once within his Dantian.

It was empty.

Not completely empty, but having just arrived from the Source Realm, he hadn't recovered from the journey's consumption yet; he had about forty percent of his Spiritual Qi left.

But Wei Wuya's path was different from others.

He practiced Body Refining.

Pure Body Refining.

When his Spiritual Qi was insufficient, his Physical Body was his weapon.

Ever since he was punished with cleaning toilets, the things he did most were carrying bricks, chopping wood, and hauling water.

Later, he gained enlightenment in the Dao, condensed a Golden Core, fought Yao Beasts, and saved civilians.

But his foundation was still that foundation.

A Cultivator who came from a background of manual labor.

He took his first step toward the sphere.

The air changed.

When he was about five hundred meters from the sphere, his skin began to tighten. It wasn't cold or hot, but a dull sense of pressure, as if someone were grinding every inch of his skin with sandpaper.

The Laws of space were distorted.

The Bull Demon King was right.

The physical rules in this area had been thrown into chaos. Spiritual Qi would be twisted apart here, and Divine Thoughts would be ground to pieces.

But the Physical Body would not.

Wei Wuya clenched his fists.

Three hundred meters.

The pressure doubled. His joints began to emit cracking sounds, as if someone were twisting his bones. The air beneath his feet became viscous; every step required three times more effort than usual.

Two hundred meters.

He began to bleed. It wasn't an external wound, but blood seeping from his pores. The blood circulation within his body was being interfered with by the distorted Laws of space, and his capillaries were bursting.

"Wei Wuya!"

The Bull Demon King's voice came from the distance.

"Don't you fucking force yourself!"

Wei Wuya ignored him.

One hundred meters.

The wriggling patterns on the surface of the sphere accelerated.

Something inside had sensed him.

Gray mist seeped out from the bottom of the sphere, slowly sinking.

Fang Yuan had mentioned this mist. It was sprayed from that monster in the Earths Core. It destroyed everything it touched.

Wei Wuya spat out a mouthful of bloody foam.

His Golden Core jolted violently within his Dantian.

It wasn't a fluctuation of Spiritual Qi. It was compression.

The limit of Golden Core Great Perfection is Shattering the Core to Form the Nascent Soul.

The final step he lacked wasn't due to insufficient Spiritual Qi or Comprehension Ability; it was a lack of an opportunity.

An opportunity that was crazy and pure enough.

Like the one right now.

Braving a Law distortion field capable of grinding the Divine Thought of a Body Integration Stage great demon to pieces, and using his fists to strike a grayish-white sphere of unknown origin that might very well release an even more terrifying monster if smashed open.

This wasn't called an opportunity.

This was called seeking death.

But Wei Wuya had always felt that cultivation, in essence, was no different from cleaning toilets.

The things you don't want to do are precisely the things you need to do most.

Fifty meters.

He stopped.

The gray mist had already spread to his feet.

A crack opened on the surface of the sphere.

Inside the crack, something was watching him.

It was an eyeball.

A grayish-white eyeball with no pupil.

Wei Wuya clenched his fists tight.

His hand bones creaked, and a golden light began to condense on his knuckles.

It wasn't Spiritual Qi.

It was pure Body Refining power—the resonance between the Physical Body and the world.

The Golden Core spun at its maximum speed within his Dantian, and dense cracks appeared on the core's surface.

This was the feeling.

It was about to shatter.

The core was shattering.

He was shattering.

It didn't matter if everything fucking shattered.

Wei Wuya took a step forward, the air beneath his feet exploding as he charged toward the sphere.

The gray mist lunged at him.

The moment his skin touched the mist, it began to fester—the outer layer of skin disappeared instantly, revealing the crimson muscle tissue beneath.

But the muscle did not disappear.

A Body Cultivator's Physical Body had been tempered countless times by Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi; its density and hardness far exceeded those of ordinary things.

The gray mist could corrode skin, but it couldn't gnaw through his tendons and bones.

Wei Wuya threw a punch.

No tricks.

No techniques.

Just a single punch.

Power generated from his hips, transmitted through his spine, accelerated through his shoulder, and finally converged entirely on the surface of his right fist.

The moment this punch was thrown, the Golden Core shattered.

The sound of the core wall cracking exploded within him; countless fragments surged and spun as a violent storm of Spiritual Qi poured out of his body.

Shattering the Core.

His fist slammed into the outer wall of the sphere.

The moment of contact, Wei Wuya heard a crisp crack.

It was very crisp.

It was much easier than he had imagined.

The grayish-white sphere began to crack from the point of contact; the cracks spread in all directions, covering the entire surface within three seconds.

And then—

It shattered.

The entire sphere exploded into countless fragments high in the sky, grayish-white powder scattering in all directions.

Wei Wuya hung a thousand meters in the air, the skin across his entire body gone, revealing golden muscle fibers.

The Golden Core fragments gathered, spun, and condensed within his body.

A phantom image of an infant emerged in his Dantian.

It was sturdy and robust, looking exactly like him.

Shattering the Core to Form the Nascent Soul.

Early Nascent Soul Stage.

Wei Wuya threw back his head and laughed, his voice echoing across half of Jinghai City.

Then the laughter stopped.

Because he saw what remained in place after the sphere shattered.

A grayish-white spinal column.

About three meters long.

Each vertebrae segment had a closed eyeball growing on it.

The spinal column floated in the air, slowly rotating.

Then, the eyeballs on the vertebrae opened one by one.

The Bull Demon King's roar exploded from below.

"Wei Wuya, run! That thing isn't a sphere! It's a bone!"

Wei Wuya hadn't even had time to move.

Grayish-white matter erupted from both ends of the spinal column, extending outward within 0.3 seconds.

Ribs. Pelvis. Limbs.

A grayish-white skeleton was growing at high speed.

Ten meters. Twenty meters. Fifty meters.

Three seconds later, a hundred-and-fifty-meter-tall Pale Skeleton hung over Jinghai City.

Every single bone was covered in eyeballs.

All of them were open.

All of them were looking at Wei Wuya.