The brain curled up in a corner of the corruption pool.
Looking at this pool, neither small nor large, Old Six felt troubled.
He had already calculated the total nutrients in the pool. Forget restoring an entire body—even half a body was beyond reach. To be precise, if he "suppressed cell strength to the lowest level of the Vast Overlord Physique," he could restore a head, chest cavity, and both arms, with perhaps half an intestine thrown in at most.
Imagine someone who had been cut in half at the waist, somehow not yet dead and crawling all over the ground. That was probably how miserable he would look.
What was more, part of this pool lay within the surveillance range. If they acted cautiously and scraped away the nutrients from that section, he would look even more miserable.
"Soaking in a cesspit, eating dead men's brains, pondering the corpse-like appearance I'll have later—heh, I never imagined that one day, I'd fall to such a state." Old Six laughed, his laughter filled with mockery for fate and for himself. Then he looked at Shi Tiexin. "So what exactly is this method you mentioned? I hope you have some miracle that can turn the tide."
"It's no miracle, but at least it's a line of thought for solving the problem." Shi Tiexin fanned an imaginary feather fan and offered his suggestion. "I have upper, middle, and lower strategies to break this deadlock."
Old Six raised a brow. "There are that many solutions? Then what is the upper strategy?"
Shi Tiexin said, "Our greatest difficulty right now is the shortage of survival resources. But those resources can be transferred across worlds. As long as we complete Destiny Mission One, we can open the channels for stamina and origin energy. That would be