Tu Shan Lian watched as Bimou meticulously stitched Tuo Dragon's wounds, sorting through the paths of his flesh, bones, and meridians as he stitched. At the same time, Bimou branded restriction seals and demonic marks into his flesh and bones, remolding his body.
This step alone took Bimou three days.
During the process, Bimou used some unknown method to preserve Tu Shan Lian's spark of life, keeping her clinging to a single breath without dying, forcing her to watch helplessly as Tuo Dragon was fashioned by Bimou.
As the stitching neared its end, Bimou plucked the lotus seeds from within the Ink Lotus pedestal and stuffed them one by one into Tuo Dragon's seven apertures. Then, as Bimou activated his technique, Tuo Dragon's body began to tremble.
Once the lotus seeds had been inserted into Tuo Dragon's seven apertures, they seemed to come alive, extending fine roots and stems that passed through his eight extraordinary meridians, filling his acupoints and flesh. Tu Shan Lian could see roots wriggling like worms beneath Tuo Dragon's skin and flesh, making her scalp nearly prickle with horror!
Yet Bimou remained unmoved. He quietly watched as Tuo Dragon's body was filled with the lotus seed roots, then straightened Tuo Dragon's body and placed it atop the only remaining Ink Lotus pedestal.
The next instant, the lotus pedestal began to expand. At last, it transformed into a furnace and swallowed Tuo Dragon. Demonic fire blazed, hammering and tempering his body. Tuo Dragon's fate had already been decided.
By the time he finished all this, four days had passed.
It had to be said that every being in the Upper Three Realms possessed incredibly tenacious vitality, and the Demon Race was especially renowned for being difficult to kill. The fact that Tu Shan Lian could still cling