Huangfu Yi opened his eyes and found himself still suspended, but no longer in that demoness's stone chamber. The white walls of jade had transformed in a blink into steel alloy, forming a perfectly sealed iron box about ten feet square. The dim, ghostly green light inside resembled candlelight, and what bound him was no longer some kind of immortal silk but instead bundles of metal tentacles and steel clamps, with some carrying steel needles. These were like puppet strings, penetrating deep into his spine and bones, securely binding him as something was continuously injected into his body.

It was the War Remains Repair Chamber.

What is the War Remains Repair Chamber?

For a moment, Huangfu Yi's consciousness fell into chaos, his mind flickering like a reel of chaotic images. It was as if countless evil spirits were howling and whispering in his brain, and instantly, words, images, memories, and common sense emerged from the depths of his mind, like being filled with another person's soul, leaving him unable to distinguish whether he was dreaming before or dreaming now.

"Hehehe, a newbie has arrived, huh."

Suddenly hearing a voice, Huangfu Yi looked up, seeing the white jade wall where the catfish had been now opening like an iron door from both sides. A figure clad in iron armor, with a rounded helmet and a mirrored glazed face, obscuring its features, holding a steel rod walked into the iron chamber repair storage. Holding the steel rod in one hand, he gestured and pointed in the void.

Consequently, the steel claws, iron arms, and metal cables binding Huangfu Yi fell away, releasing him from the air and setting him down on the ground.

"Thank you, elder, for the rescue..."

Kneeling on one knee, Huangfu Yi instinctively expressed gratitude while looking at his body in confusion.

It was indeed his body—all the finely honed muscles were still there—but it seemed slightly different. The True Qi that once roamed vigorously within his dantian was now absent. The Qi acupoints sealed by the demoness's fingers had become round holes where strange materials, neither jade nor iron, were embedded. The cables and cords were inserted into these round holes earlier.

War Remains Neuro Interface... So what exactly is the War Remains?

"Hey, kid, still muddled, huh. Don't get it wrong; I'm not the one who saved you.

Look at your body, then around you; don't you understand that this is no longer the Taiji Realm?"

"Not... the Taiji Realm..."

Huangfu Yi looked around at the bizarre machinery in confusion, trying to move his muscles and bones but still feeling weak. As he attempted to stand, mechanical tentacles suddenly extended around him, attaching blocks of iron armor like assembling blocks into the holes at his acupuncture points, making him resemble the iron-armored figure before him in the blink of an eye. The pain akin to needles piercing and blades drilling surged through him with every piece of armor implanted, reminding the youth.

Wake up; this isn't a dream.

"Hmm, you're pretty composed, not too bad. Some people come here wailing hysterically; those fools I usually blow away with a shot."

Seeing Huangfu Yi neither crying nor making a fuss, the armored figure nodded with satisfaction.

Not seeing any hostility in him, at least not toward his Primordial Yang, Huangfu Yi cupped his hands and asked,

"I'm Bai Yi; may I know what this place is, and please, enlighten me, elder."

The figure slung the iron rod over its shoulder,

"Hehe, pretty polite, huh, not bad, not bad. It's okay to be a newbie; just be humble and obedient.

But I must first ask you, kid, have you pledged allegiance to the Three Venerables? Which side are you on? How much prowess do you have, and do you know the Thirty-Three Days Beyond the Heavens?"

Huangfu Yi hesitated for a moment. After all, in the Taiji Realm, the Three Great Sects vie for supremacy, mutually exclusive to the Demon Path, with hatred deep as the sea. A wrong answer could mean the end. Being a mere body cultivator had always left him vulnerable, but now powerless, he decided to confess honestly.

"I'm a Border Guard Soldier from Lingwu Town, trained in the family Gang Fist, capable of drawing a Sixteen Strength Bow, as for the Thirty-Three Days Beyond the Heavens...Could the elder be referring to the Immortal Relics, Cave Heaven Blessed Lands, or Spirit Communication Secret Realms?"

The man nodded,

"That's close enough, but this world is much larger than any Cave Heaven Blessed Land. Ultimately, it's somewhere in the Thirty-Three Heavens.

All Taiji Realm cultivators like us were captured by the great ones of Outer Heaven using the Soul Transfer Technique, placed in local puppet bodies, and transformed into something like Yellow Turban Warriors or Blood Demon Puppets.

It's like the Inviting God Technique in your Immortal Palace, akin to spirit possession, summoning Star Official from beyond, Spirit Official Heavenly King Protection. Of course, this time, you are the god."

"Inviting God Technique... So these are... living people?"

Huangfu Yi had naturally heard of it; the Immortal Path of the Immortal Palace had a Divine Strike Skill where they could invite astral spirit officials to possess them, receiving Heavenly Official aid, greatly boosting power. The spirit protection also defended against the Evil Path's Primordial Spirit Magic of the Demon Sect.

At this point, he realized that this indeed was not the Taiji World, yet lowered his head, looking at his body.

Now, the surrounding mechanical tentacles had completed the assembly, covering him with perfectly fitted alloy steel armor with no seams. He was shaken by the unprecedented craftsmanship yet confused whether he had possessed another body. This body felt identical in every aspect to his original physique; how was it achieved...?

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