Oppression, endless oppression.
After being swallowed by the Pixiu Origin, this was Li Qing's only sensation. He felt everything about himself melting away and dissolving.
That was right. The Pixiu Origin was refining him. It had gone who knew how many years without feeding, and Li Qing, delivered right to its door, was undoubtedly the finest meal.
Even if only instinct remained, this was still the origin of a Mahayana-stage True Spirit, immensely powerful.
Li Qing could only feel his strength slowly draining away, his divine sense sinking into a hazy stupor. He did not even want to resist the power that was gradually refining him.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
In the darkness, only the heartbeat remained, slowing bit by bit.
This place seemed like a gentle haven suited for eternal slumber. He wanted only to ignore everything and fall into a deep sleep, to rest forever within the Pixiu's belly.
He did not even have the thought of resisting. It seemed everything would end like this.
"Kid, wake up! You're about to be refined by the Pixiu!"
"Don't just stand there in a daze. If you delay any longer, you'll really die here."
Spirit Venerable Yu Ji was panicking as well. From her observer's perspective, she watched Li Qing gradually sink into the Pixiu's belly, seemingly about to assimilate with it, without the slightest response.
If this continued, she would die here with him. Once Li Qing was refined, she would be next.
"This is over. Damn Old Ghost Myriad Treasures—he's been dead for so many years, yet he still managed to drag me into one of his traps. That bastard deserves to be cut into a thousand pieces."
Spirit Venerable Yu Ji was helpless now. She could only do her utmost to wake Li Qing, continually using her