The formation core, Central Continent Immortal Realm.
In the enormous pit, the thousand-zhang-long severed arm of the Emperor Lord still refused to settle down completely.
Its dark-red scales writhed like living things. Each time they opened and closed, they spewed out thick, ink-black deathly Yin Qi.
The Qi did not drift aimlessly. Instead, it transformed into countless tiny blood-red snakes that slammed furiously into the gray light screen around them.
Li Yan sat cross-legged three zhang above the severed arm.
His figure appeared and disappeared in the thick red mist, like a lone boat pitching amid raging waves.
But his boat was forged from steel.
No matter how the deathly Yin Qi corroded and roared, it could not shake him in the slightest.
On the contrary.
The moment the poisonous energy tried to burrow into his pores and pollute his sea of consciousness, it underwent a strange transformation upon touching his skin.
Sizzle, sizzle.
Faint sounds rang out without end.
It was the friction of laws.
[Corroded by a high-ranking deathly Yin Law; converting side effects...] [Physical decay converted into golden-body tempering.] [Pollution of the soul converted into expansion of the sea of consciousness.] [Decline in cultivation converted into refinement of immortal power.]
Li Yan kept his eyes closed. His expression was calm, but fine beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead.
After all, this was part of an Ancient God.
The will contained within it was far too vast—and far too evil.
Every conversion took a tremendous toll on his mind as he kept the Side Effect Law running.
It was like swallowing a red-hot iron block whole. It might replenish his iron, but the process could hardly be called pleasant.
As time passed, the aura around Li Yan began to change.
His cultivation had only