Seeing Li Qingyun begin to steal the spotlight, Guǐ Daoist shook its head, hurriedly rose, and suddenly flashed in front of Li Qingyun to lead the way to the "Pill Chamber."
The blurry palace wall before them instantly shifted. In the next moment, Li Qingyun found himself in that ancient pill hall from last time.
One ancient, weathered pill cauldron after another stood upright or lay toppled across the floor, as though recreating the pill hall as it had once been.
Only the enormous pill cauldron in the center, guarded by carvings of nine Chaos Ancestral Dragons, remained wholly intact.
"Fellow Daoist, please provide the Crimson Ying Grass, or a substitute!"
Li Qingyun unceremoniously took the chief position for pill refinement and demanded the materials from Guǐ Daoist.
He truly wanted to see what the Crimson Ying Grass looked like, and why it possessed such astonishing medicinal potency.
Yet Guǐ Daoist pointed at the cauldron and smiled strangely. "Little friend Qingyun, isn't it already inside the cauldron? With that one's golden body, the medicinal essence brewed from it may be slightly inferior to Crimson Ying Grass, but it should be more or less comparable..."
Li Qingyun looked into the cauldron's belly and immediately saw the Golden Faced Buddha, which should already have perished, sitting inside. Its limbs were broken, its Buddha head twisted and hanging limply before its chest, yet it looked vividly lifelike.
As though sensing something, it suddenly struggled to raise its head toward Li Qingyun. Its Buddha face twisted savagely as it howled, "Li Qingyun, you will die a miserable death! You will die a miserable death..."
"Fellow Daoist, it stops being interesting when you keep playing such tricks." Li Qingyun's handsome face cooled slightly. With a flick of his finger, the Golden Faced Buddha in the