A searing gust of wind rushed towards Lin Yu as he stepped into the cultivation chamber. The air was stifling and sweltering, and the vast emptiness of the room exuded a menacing aura. Unlike the outer area filled with various fancy gadgets, this was where Lin Tiefeng truly practiced — a simplicity that far exceeded Lin Yu's expectations. Well, except for the massive Iron Mountain Formation at the center of the room.

  Sixty - four huge iron weights, each taller than a man, stood in perfect order. Their surfaces were covered with palm prints and leg marks, sending a chill down Lin Yu's spine. The palpable sense of danger was so intense that he felt as if stepping into the formation would turn him into a bloody pulp in an instant.

  "This is where I cultivate. Now, I'll show you the 'Iron Evil Magnetic Devouring Hand' that made me famous. This is the technique you'll be learning."

  Before Lin Yu could react, Lin Tiefeng shot out like a bolt of lightning from behind him.

  There was no doubt that as a cultivator who excelled in both Dharma and physical body cultivation, Lin Tiefeng's movement speed was astonishing. At this moment, eager to establish his authority and showcase the power of his technique in front of his son, he went all out. The moment Lin Tiefeng leaped into the air, the ground beneath Lin Yu trembled violently, and a sharp whistling sound pierced the air. "Iron Path, Falling Meteor!" Lin Tiefeng's roar echoed in mid - air. The next instant, he plummeted towards the iron weight formation like a falling iron meteor. "Rumble!" The moment Lin Tiefeng charged into the formation, all sixty - four iron weights sprang into action.

  The iron weights spun at breakneck speeds, their movements as imposing as towering mountains. Strange runes on the ground began to glow brightly, making the massive iron weights seem weightless and enabling them to glide at high speeds. Drawn by some mysterious force, they launched a fearsome assault on Lin Tiefeng. Each iron weight carried a force and momentum no less than that of a speeding bus. Lin Yu had no doubt that being hit head - on by one of these would be catastrophic, and there were sixty - four of them.

  In this colossal Iron Mountain Formation, over sixty iron weights attracted and pulled at each other, forming an impenetrable web of attacks. One wrong move would mean certain death. So this was where his father practiced every day?

  The thought sent a cold shiver down Lin Yu's spine. He finally understood how his father, who wasn't particularly gifted, had managed to surpass so many prodigies and become a powerful figure. Nothing about it was accidental.

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  As he watched, the formation's attacks grew more and more ferocious. It seemed that the formation relied heavily on Lin Tiefeng for power. The harder he struck the iron weights, the faster and more forcefully they collided and pulled at each other. The sixty - four iron weights whirled and screeched, gliding rapidly across the ground covered with mysterious arrays. They were like sixty - four steel - bodied warriors launching wave after wave of fierce attacks. The intense friction between the iron weights and the air filled the chamber with the pungent smell of burning metal, and the temperature soared.

  Inside the formation, Lin Tiefeng demonstrated his extraordinary skills. He blocked the onslaught of the sixty - four iron weights with his bare hands. No, it wasn't just his hands. As the formation's speed increased, his entire body became a weapon. Where his hands couldn't reach, he used his legs, elbows, and knees to fend off the attacks. His offensive was relentless and unyielding.

  The force of Lin Tiefeng's attacks was so immense that the friction between the high - speed iron weights and the air generated extreme heat. Standing outside the formation, Lin Yu could feel the searing waves of heat. He could only imagine how intense the heat was for his father inside.

  Just as Lin Yu worried about his father's safety, a passionate roar rang out: "Iron - Blooded ? Celestial Might ? Activate!" The voice was powerful, heroic, and full of domineering presence. Those five words instantly conjured images of ancient battlefields strewn with corpses and filled with the clashing of swords and the neighing of warhorses. Amidst the metallic tempest of the iron weight formation, a terrifying and fierce aura burst from Lin Tiefeng, overpowering even the strong iron smell of the formation.

  "Rumble!" As if pushed by some mysterious colossal force, under the pressure of Lin Tiefeng's aura, the rapidly spinning and colliding iron weight formation was instantly dispersed. The sixty - four iron weights flew apart like discarded tin toys, sent flying by an invisible, overwhelming force.

  As the chaotic energy in the room gradually subsided, Lin Tiefeng walked out of the Iron Mountain Formation slowly. Despite his measured steps, a terrifying and menacing aura still surrounded him, enough to strike fear into anyone's heart. With his decent mental cultivation, Lin Yu still felt his scalp tingle and the hair on his body stand on end. Even though he knew his father would never harm him, his body instinctively sensed the threat. At this moment, Lin Tiefeng seemed capable of eradicating him with a single gesture.

  The overwhelming power made Lin Yu's hands tremble involuntarily. He quickly hid his hands behind his back, trying to mask his reaction.

  Lin Tiefeng noticed his son's behavior, but it was exactly what he expected. If such a powerful display couldn't earn his youngest son's awe, then all his arduous cultivation would be in vain. What he didn't notice was the look in Lin Yu's eyes, hidden beneath his lowered head. Those bloodshot eyes were filled with ecstasy, burning passion, and excitement — but not a trace of fear.

  "This is the fourth middle - rank supernatural power I've condensed and solidified with my cultivation. It's called 'Iron - Blooded ? Celestial Might'."