Xuanhuan: The Empress and I Swapped Bodies - Chapter 27

To cultivate the Eight-Nine Heavenly Art, the first step was body tempering.

For someone at the level of the Divine Dragon Empress, ordinary body tempering methods were utterly ineffective. Fortunately, the Martial Training Ground, a pocket dimension, was vast enough to house countless mountain ranges.

The smallest of these mountains weighed millions of jin, while the heavier ones reached billions of jin, and the largest—trillions of jin. Such massive landmasses were perfect for Ye Wushuang’s tempering regimen.

To achieve the desired effect, Ye Wushuang immediately used his magic to immobilize a mountain weighing tens of millions of jin and began his training—by carrying it on his back and running.

Under the crushing weight, even the Divine Dragon Empress’s formidable physique felt immense pressure. At first, Ye Wushuang couldn’t even run—he could only take slow, laborious steps.

Each step required him to reinforce the ground beneath him with magic. A single misstep, and the mountain’s weight would bury him deep into the earth.

As he moved, he also circulated the Eight-Nine Heavenly Art. Thanks to the Divine Dragon Empress’s Immortal King Realm cultivation, his progress was astonishing.

In just half a day, he surpassed the beginner stage and advanced further, his strength increasing rapidly. What was once an arduous trek soon turned into swift movement.

The more he mastered the technique, the greater his power grew—and the faster he ran.

When Murong Wan’er awoke from her enlightenment, the sight before her left her jaw hanging in disbelief.

The aloof, regal Divine Dragon Empress—who usually exuded celestial grace—was now sprinting across the land with a mountain on her back.

Clad in flowing crimson robes, her slender frame and ethereal aura clashed violently with the image of a berserk warrior hauling an endless mountain. The sheer absurdity of it stunned Murong Wan’er.

Had she not been certain it was the Empress, she would’ve mistaken the figure for a brutish barbarian.

If outsiders witnessed this, they too would be dumbfounded.

Murong Wan’er stood frozen for a long while before finally calling out hesitantly:

“Your Majesty… what are you doing?”

“Tempering my body. Training.”

“Body tempering? But… Your Majesty, you’ve always despised such crude methods.”

“Did I? Well, now I like it.”

Murong Wan’er’s words puzzled Ye Wushuang. He hadn’t known the Empress disliked this approach—but he could feel his strength growing, so he paid it no mind.

“You helped me improve my cultivation, so I’ll do the same for you. Consider us even—you shouldn’t hold it against me.”

In his view, he was doing the Empress a favor. Once she regained her body, she’d thank him for enhancing her physical power. Even if she never learned the Eight-Nine Heavenly Art, her combat prowess would still skyrocket.

Ignoring Murong Wan’er’s bewildered stare, he continued running with the mountain.

Soon, his speed increased, and his mastery of the technique deepened. Given his innate comprehension, grasping the art was never the issue—the real challenge was whether his body could keep up.

And so far, it was.

By the first day, he could already sprint effortlessly with a mountain weighing tens of millions of jin.

On the second day, he switched to an even heavier peak. His progress remained rapid—within two days, he was dashing across the world with ease.

Then, he upgraded again—this time to a billion-jin behemoth.

Such weight would crush even a True Immortal if they relied on pure physical strength. But Ye Wushuang had to lift it without magic—a true test of his limits.

At first, he could barely stand, let alone move. The pressure threatened to flatten him into the earth.

Of course, as an Immortal King, he could easily lift mountains weighing hundreds of trillions of jin—with magic. But pure bodily strength was an entirely different matter.

The sight was so shocking that Murong Wan’er gaped in awe.

“A billion-jin mountain… and she’s carrying it with raw strength? At this point, Her Majesty’s physique must rival that of a mature Pure-Blooded Primordial Beast!”

“She could probably tear one apart with her bare hands!”

The thought alone was terrifying. And this was only his fourth day of training. If he kept this up, his future potential would be unfathomable.

“Is Her Majesty following in the footsteps of the Imperial Ancestor—forging a path of unrivaled fists?”

“While it’s in line with her master’s teachings… such a savage style doesn’t suit her noble image!”

Murong Wan’er had never seen the Empress’s master, Imperial Ancestor Zongzheng, in action—but she’d heard the legends.

When enraged, Zongzheng’s eyes burned crimson, his hair stood on end, and he ripped his enemies apart bare-handed, bathing in their blood like a demon. Some even claimed he devoured their flesh, living like a primordial beast.

None who opposed him died intact—most were reduced to pulp. His name alone could silence crying children.

Murong Wan’er couldn’t imagine the Divine Dragon Empress becoming like that. The brutal, blood-soaked image clashed violently with the graceful sovereign she admired.

Yet here the Empress was, charging headfirst down that very path—leaving Murong Wan’er deeply conflicted.