"Perhaps Xiao Cha won't come to Tiancang Peak to cultivate anymore."
In the rocky valley of Tiancang Peak, Luo Bei stared blankly at a pile of bundled ironleaf oilwood he had placed on a rock.
After several days of soaking, the Wu Qiu inner core had gradually shrunk from the size of a goose egg to the size of a hen's egg.
There were thousands in Shushan, with many highly accomplished cultivators. Luo Bei feared that if too much time passed, the remaining Wu Qiu inner cores would be discovered. On a sudden inspiration, he simply soaked all the egg-sized inner cores into a thick medicinal liquid and filled a leather pouch he carried with it. While cultivating yesterday, he had taken a few sips at a time and slowly refined it.
By now, Luo Bei had refined more than half of the Wu Qiu inner core's true essence and medicinal power. During Internal observation, he found that his blood and qi had become like molten golden liquid, with threads of electric radiance winding around it. The two golden vortices had grown even stronger, and he was faintly on the verge of breaking through the third level and reaching the fourth realm of the Eternal Life Sutra of Delusion.
Luo Bei's appetite had become far smaller than before he cultivated the Eternal Life Sutra of Delusion. Clearly, his body no longer needed food for nourishment and had begun to draw sustenance from Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy and true essence.
Luo Bei could now almost be certain that upon reaching the fourth level, he would attain the fasting realm, where he could go without eating for a very long time. Free of the smoke and fire of the mortal world, the human body would contain fewer impurities. Like a sword