Looking at the revolting flesh ball before him, Jiang Ping An knew he had no choice.
Under the overwhelming pressure of a Sixth Level God King, he had no power to resist.
He took a deep breath, reached out, and accepted the flesh ball.
Warmth seeped into his palm. He could even feel it faintly pulsing, like the heart of a living creature.
Suppressing the churn in his stomach, he stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it whole.
The next instant, veins bulged across his forehead. He clutched his stomach in agony, his body shaking violently and his face turning white as paper.
Feng Nian stood nearby with a satisfied smile.
"This part will hurt a little. It should last about a month, and you'll need tremendous willpower to endure it."
"If you can't hold on, you'll go mad at best. At worst, your soul will shatter and you'll die."
"I hope you endure it and help this hall master complete this great experiment."
"Well, take your time experiencing it. This hall master has important work to do."
Humming a tuneless little ditty, Feng Nian turned toward the bronze cauldron simmering with unknown organs and went back to tinkering.
Jiang Ping An collapsed inside the cage, curled up like a shrimp, and shook like grain in a sieve. He looked to be in unbearable pain.
In truth, it was all an act.
It did hurt, but not beyond what he could bear.
Compared with the heart-rending, soul-destroying agony of cultivating the Primordial True Martial Scripture, this pain was little more than an itch.
To avoid arousing Feng Nian's suspicions, he had to behave like an ordinary Fourth Level God King who had swallowed the flesh ball.
Enduring the discomfort, he turned his awareness inward and carefully observed the changes