"Are you still going to continue?"
Dongye Boyu stared in horror at the wan Mo Qiong. He's already in this state, yet he still doesn't know how dangerous this is. Could these people be idiots?
Mo Qiong was dragged into the room, where he immediately began snoring away.
Mo Qiong had used the method of a warrior cutting off his own arm to sever his mind and interrupt the fusion. He had already resorted to self-mutilation to save his life.
By his estimate, Mo Qiong had already damaged his foundation. For the rest of his life, he would only be able to recover eighty percent. Without some miraculous elixir, recovering completely would be impossible.
These people were wandering rogue cultivators, ignorant and stubborn enough not to give up until they hit a wall. That, he could understand.
But now they had already hit the wall, hitting it hard enough to bleed from the head, and they still refused to give up. That meant they were brain-dead!
"What are you yelling about? Don't disturb his sleep! Come with me. Let's talk about the Cultivation World!" Master Gou took Dongye Boyu to the interrogation room.
Along the way, Dongye Boyu kept earnestly trying to persuade them, frantically attempting to convince them not to keep throwing their lives away.
He was so full of heartfelt concern that he seemed less like a captive and more like one of their relatives or friends.
Although everyone was worried, they were not overly concerned.
They had studied the Evil King's method of refining a Dao Fruit after entering the Dao. They knew the specific procedure by heart; they simply had never put it into practice.
Previously, they had not possessed any Dao Fruits such as a Nascent Soul or Nascent Spirit. Now that they had one,