Nanhuang Dojo's Furnace Body Tempering was indeed miraculous.
Half an hour passed in a flash. In a state of Internal Vision, Qin Shi watched as wisps of smoke permeated his semicircular, cone-shaped lungs, wrapping around them like a white cocoon.
As his breathing alternated and his blood flowed, the fragile organs seemed to grow stronger, gradually becoming more vibrant.
"Breathing underwater, filtering poisonous gas, adapting to the environment of outer space... Once I've completely forged the Great Emperor Weapon, I might even be able to survive by Whale Swallowing all kinds of 'qi.' That's basically no different from the cultivators of ancient times—feasting on rosy clouds and drinking dew, consuming qi to nourish the spirit."
Qin Shi's thoughts wandered. Some unknown powder had been boiled in water, turning into a hazy white smoke that drifted toward his nose and brought with it a strange experience.
A host of illusions flickered before his eyes. The world around him seemed to twist, becoming a kaleidoscope of bizarre colors. Vast swaths of chaotic hues filled his vision, then blurred into indistinct scenes.
At times, he saw neighbors from Old Factory Street and classmates from Cadre School; at others, Cheng Ze, desperate to escape the mire, and Qin Lihao, arrogant and domineering...
People and events that had once left a deep impression on him appeared one after another, circling around him.
"This stuff packs a punch."
Qin Shi immersed himself in the sensation, like seeing little people after eating poisonous mushrooms in his previous life.
He admired the vivid clusters of illusions while maintaining a clear awareness.
With his powerful Mental Strength, he silently observed the process of his mind being eroded.
"There's a reason Psionicists are so detestable."
Qin Shi's lips curled. As though looking down from God's perspective, he noticed that as