𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬
Statues of gods with recognized names are all among the options for selection.
Those that conflict with each other, or are specifically for females, are excluded…
In the end, surprisingly, over ten thousand types of divine bodies have been gathered.
“Fuse… Fuse them all!”
Meng Chuan was tricked by Yama and was doomed from birth.
Now he must merge with the strongest true body from ancient times to make up for his disadvantages.
“I guess the person who originally created this true body never imagined that one day it could merge with over ten thousand divine bodies…”
“Fusing so many at once will definitely slow down the merging process…”
“This is my only chance; if I miss it, I’ll regret it forever.”
A golden light emanates from within his body, which is the Chaos All-Immortal True Body.
The true body is like an abyss, absorbing all ten thousand divine bodies.
These divine bodies slowly overlap and fuse with each other. Once fully merged, they will form a single All-Immortal True Body.
The process is extremely difficult, Meng Chuan must control his divine soul within the All-Immortal True Body to manage the fusion.
Otherwise, there is the danger of bodily explosion and death.
“It’s much harder than I thought, but fortunately, when my divine soul left Hell, it hid in a soul space and was secretly preserved…”
“Otherwise, with an ordinary soul, it would be absolutely impossible to merge so many divine bodies.”
“I hope I can successfully merge these divine bodies soon.”
“In this life, I will step into that legendary realm of immortality!”
It is said that above the Great Emperor, there is the realm of immortality.
To achieve true immortality, one must step into that realm.
In Hell, his divine soul had already reached the realm of the Great Emperor, but the threshold for immortality is elusive.
He feels that being unable to become immortal has something to do with his current state as a divine soul.
To become immortal, both the physical body and the divine soul must reach their peaks, only then there is a slight possibility.
Therefore, in this life, he must achieve the strongest divine body.
Situated inside a cave, forty-four silver-white pillars seal off the entrance.
The uneven walls are engraved with array patterns, completely sealing off the cave.
On a cold stone bed, Wang Yingxue holds a child in her arms, her eyes filled with deep affection.
Although she doesn’t know who the child’s father is, after all, she is his flesh and blood, and no mother would not feel pity.
“I don’t know your father’s surname, but I feel like there’s a particularly good name for you.”
Somehow, she feels that this child seems to have a name.
This feeling is very strong, almost irresistible.
“I’ll call you Meng Chuan!”
“Just born, and already suffering with your mother. I’m sorry.”
Tears well up in her eyes and fall onto the muddy ground as she speaks.
Drip, drip, drip. A figure approaches from the distance; it’s Holy Mother Zixia.
“Master! The child has just been born, I hope you can take care of him for me,” Wang Yingxue pleads, kneeling on the ground.
“Sigh,” Holy Mother Zixia sighs, opens the Heavenly Prison, and takes Meng Chuan.
After examining Meng Chuan’s body, her expression turns serious.
“Born with sealed meridians… I’m afraid he won’t live past ten years… What kind of karma is this?”
“What did you say?” Wang Yingxue’s face turns ashen, “Born with sealed meridians… this can’t be true… it mustn’t be!”
Born with sealed meridians, all the channels in the body are blocked, frail like paper-mâché.
As the body grows, these channels will break. At most, one will die before the age of ten due to the rupture of the channels.
“Please save Meng Chuan! He is just a child and innocent!”
Holy Mother Zixia shakes her head helplessly, “Even if a god came, they could not save this child!”
“Please, please save him. There must be a way.”
Wang Yingxue kneels on the ground, tears flowing like a spring.
First, being imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison, and now, her child won’t live past ten years.
This kind of blow has completely shattered her.
Eight years later.
Purple Cloud Sacred Ground.
There’s an open space in the back mountain, where several rusty bronze cauldrons are placed, and a group of children are playing.
Among them is a boy who looks about twelve or thirteen years old. He grabs the legs of a bronze cauldron and lifts it up with great effort.
The kids nearby cheered in unison.
“Big Brother Niu is so strong!”
“At thirteen, he has the strength of a thousand pounds. That’s natural divine strength!”
“If only I had half the strength of Big Brother Niu!”
Around twenty kids gathered near the bronze cauldron, but only one sat in a corner of the empty space, staring at the weeds on the ground.
This person was Meng Chuan.
Over these eight years, the fusion of his divine body was nearing completion.
His entire divine soul was used to control the merging divine body, leaving only a trace of consciousness in his physical form.
Born with congenital deficiencies, he had been frail and prone to illness since childhood, skinny as a monkey.
He wasn’t talkative and found it difficult to mingle with the other kids.
He was often bullied, getting beaten up every few days.
Being the son of the Saintess, in this Sacred Ground he represented bad omens; even if bullied, no one would stand up for him.
People even wished he would die sooner.
If not for the protection of Holy Mother Zixia, he would have been killed long ago.
The person known as Big Brother Niu was Zhang Niu, the king among these children.
Zhang Niu walked up to Meng Chuan and arrogantly said, “I just lifted the bronze cauldron, do you think I’m strong?”
Meng Chuan didn’t even lift his head, completely ignoring him.
“Hey! I’m talking to you! Are you mute?” Zhang Niu enjoyed bullying Meng Chuan the most.
Because even if he beat Meng Chuan up, no one in the sect would question it.
People even whispered behind his back that the illegitimate child of the Saintess deserved to be beaten.
“You wild child, truly mute! Watch me beat you!”
Saying this, Zhang Niu swung his fist, pounding it into Meng Chuan’s chest, knocking him to the ground.
A group of kids immediately gathered around, punching and kicking Meng Chuan.
Soon, Meng Chuan’s body was covered in bruises, and even blood seeped through his clothes.
Meng Chuan, lying on the ground, initially struggled a bit, but soon, a glimmer of life appeared in his vacant eyes.
Chaos All-Immortal True Body…
Finally successfully fused!
“My mom said he’s an illegitimate child born to the former Saintess… he will bring bad luck to the sect!”
“People like him should be executed!”
The children continued to shout, their blows becoming more fierce.
However, surprisingly, Meng Chuan lying on the ground made no sound.
He had been bleeding initially, but now all his wounds healed.
The children grew tired and stood aside to rest.
Meng Chuan on the ground, apart from his tattered clothes, had no injuries left.
The kids started whispering again.
“Huh? My foot hurts from kicking, why is Meng Chuan still okay?”
“My mom said Meng Chuan is an ominous person, will he turn into a monster?”
“Ah…if he becomes a monster, will he eat us… Big Brother Niu, you’re the strongest, quickly think of a way to kill this monster!”
Zhang Niu also found this situation very strange.
“Watch this… With this bronze cauldron, I can definitely crush this monster!”
He lifted the thousand-pound bronze cauldron and took heavy steps towards Meng Chuan, then violently smashed it down.
The cauldron hit Meng Chuan’s chest, pushing his body into the ground.
But looking at Meng Chuan’s body, apart from torn clothes, there were no injuries on his chest.
“He’s definitely a monster!” Zhang Niu lifted the bronze cauldron again and smashed it down.
Just then, Meng Chuan lifted his hand, pointing his finger at the bronze cauldron.
Terrifying power exploded on the cauldron.
Ultimate power collided with the cauldron, producing a sound like thunder.
A breeze blew by, turning the bronze cauldron into countless fragments, dissipating in the wind.
(End of Chapter)