The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 560 - 584 Body Refining

Chapter 560: Chapter 584 Body Refining Chapter 560: Chapter 584 Body Refining It’s not that Lancelot couldn’t withstand the high temperature—with his current cultivation and physical strength, even if he accidentally fell into the lava, as long as he climbed out quickly, he would most likely be unscathed. The problem was that his goal was Body Refining, so he had withdrawn all the protective True Yuan, using only the tender body reformed after Foundation Establishment to endure the boiling blood broth.

Fortunately, the high heat was merely uncomfortable and did not cause real damage; in fact, it even enhanced the effects of Body Refining. Having confirmed that he wouldn’t be cooked, Lancelot suppressed the urge to keep screaming, sat down cross-legged in the Cauldron, and began to circulate a special Body Refining Technique.

As True Yuan flowed through his meridians, opening up the acupoints along its path like voracious whirlpools, it absorbed the surrounding energy. What followed was a pain a hundred times more intense than before. Lancelot felt as though he was back in the dungeons of Gorgiad Fortress, except this time it was he who hung from the Prince of Wrath’s torture devices. Each of his muscles, every bone seemed to be ground into the smallest particles, wave after wave of pain assaulted him like a tsunami, seeking to completely drown his consciousness.

As a Foundation Establisher, Lancelot inherently possessed an immense ability to endure pain, but what truly allowed him to withstand such sensory onslaught was his Divine Sense, which far surpassed that of ordinary people. If Bruto’s Divine Sense was like a cup and spellcasters like Kalalin and Alamir had one the size of a bucket, then Lancelot’s was like a large bathtub—a tub that this level of pain was still far from filling.

Therefore, Lancelot opened up more acupoints, allowing the power of Titan’s Blood to flow into his body even faster. Suddenly, a multitude of images appeared in his Divine Sense, like leaves blown past by the wind. Most were scenes of Giants fighting, with opponents ranging from Dragons in the sky and behemoths in the sea, to various Fiends and Demons from the lower planes.

Beyond combat scenes, there were fragments of everyday life. He felt as though he had become a Giant, strolling down the glorious streets of Voningheim, the long-forgotten capital of the Giant Empire, Ostoria; worshipping devoutly in the magnificent palace before the great figure seated on the throne, the August Father of the Giants; and carving strange runes on stones, using poetry to record the once-glorious history of the Giant race…

These fragments, akin to memories, were too numerous and flashed by too quickly for Lancelot to follow any single one. He decided not to pay attention to these bizarre images and instead focused on circulating the Body Refining Technique.

The Body Refining Technique that Lancelot was practicing was known as the King of Brightness Technique. According to the records on the bamboo slip, it was a Cultivation Technique from Buddhism—a very special sect within the realm of Spiritual Cultivation—characterized by targeting the unclean energy of the Fiends. It refined that energy for one’s own use, strengthening the body. Even Han Tianzun had practiced this technique in his youth and had given it high praise in his cultivation insights.

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With the continuous circulation of the Technique, the Body Refining progressed much faster than Lancelot had anticipated. In a short while, the originally crystal-clear Titan’s Blood in the Cauldron turned as murky as muddy water, and he suddenly let out a long howl, leaped out of the Cauldron without a word, and headed straight for the entrance of the cave.

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The reason was nothing else but that every inch of Lancelot’s muscles and bones had swollen to the point of bursting, urgently needing to be released.

Unexpectedly, outside the cave stood another figure, just as naked, who was swinging his fists, striking at the snowflakes in the chilly wind. It was Bruto, who now stood close to ten feet tall, his bronze skin covering exaggerated muscles, making him look almost like a Dwarf deity.

“Haha! Big brother, you’ve come at just the right time!” Upon seeing Lancelot, Bruto immediately let out a hearty laugh, “Come on and take my punch!”

Lancelot, without any hesitation, met him head-on. But as he approached the Dwarf, his body began to grow rapidly, eventually becoming as large as a Frost Giant over twenty feet tall, and thundered a punch at Bruto.

“No!! Big brother, I was wrong!!!!”

Bruto clasped his arms in front of his face at the first opportunity, but Lancelot’s punch still struck with terrifying momentum. The Dwarf was knocked back like a ball, tumbling rapidly backward and creating a long trench in the thick snow, sliding for nearly a hundred feet before coming to a stop.

After the punch, Lancelot collapsed to the ground, ceaselessly pounding the earth. The first several punches seemed to shake the accumulated snow into the air like dust from a carpet, but soon the force of the punches began to weaken, and his size gradually returned to normal, transforming back to his human appearance.

Lancelot shook his head and stood up from the ground. He still felt his blood and qi extremely full, but the unbearable sense of swelling had finally disappeared.

On the other side, Bruto staggered back, looking to have returned to normal, except that the outsides of both arms showed clear contusions, fitting together to perfectly form the imprint of a fist.

“You really went too hard with that punch just now,” the Dwarf waved his arm in complaint to Lancelot, “If it had been a regular Berserk Demon, it probably would have been blasted to bits by your punch.”

“But you’re still fine, aren’t you?” Lancelot smiled and shrugged, turning to head back to the cave they’d left earlier, “Let’s head back quickly, it’s really cold here!”

Bruto rolled his eyes, not believing Lancelot’s latter words at all, because he could clearly see that the snowflakes drifting from the sky would vaporize immediately upon landing on Lancelot’s back, and the same phenomenon was occurring on his own body as well.

“Speaking of which, the blood soup you made is really something,” Bruto quickly caught up with the Human Knight, “I feel like my strength has increased by at least thirty percent, and I can even enter that state again… I just need a good meal and then another sleep.”

“Me too,” Lancelot nodded, “but I still don’t feel quite comfortable after getting larger, it feels clumsier. We should have a few days of downtime; how about I join you for some serious training?”

“Are we really just going to train?” Bruto subconsciously rubbed his arms, “Alright, if you really think it’s necessary.”

“Of course, strength coupled with clumsiness is a bad combination, and haven’t we taken down many such enemies? Like the Frost Giants of this realm…”

“You’re right,” the Dwarf answered instinctively, but then suddenly stopped in his tracks, “Wait a minute, the word you just said, it means Frost Giant, right?”

“Yes, I intended to say Frost Giant, but that word just popped out on its own, and you understood it right away…” Lancelot also stopped, frowning slightly, “Did you just now… see any strange visions?”