To save time, Lu Xiaotian began refining two batches of pills simultaneously inside the Green Fruit Barrier. Fortunately, there were abundant immortal plants supplied by the Green Fruit Barrier, along with some treasures related to Buddhism.
One or two materials were still missing. The pills refined without them could not be preserved for long, but taking them immediately would not cause much of a problem.
However, this required Lu Xiaotian to cooperate sufficiently in controlling the Buddhist sounds. Otherwise, things might backfire—not only would he fail to help Bamboo Monk Lan Yun escape, he might even harm him instead.
Under normal circumstances, Lu Xiaotian would not have lightly allowed Bamboo Monk Lan Yun to take such a great risk. But time was pressing, so he could no longer worry about so much.
The pill-refining process was simplified and steadily advanced. Bamboo Monk Lan Yun only felt waves of Sanskrit sounds continually seeping into his body.
The Sanskrit sounds that had just begun came from two sources. Some had originally existed in the demonic cave, while others were produced by Lu Xiaotian's cultivation art.
But later, the Sanskrit sounds that had originated in the demonic cave were gradually expelled and eliminated. For a brief moment, Bamboo Monk Lan Yun even felt extremely uncomfortable.
It was as though countless insects and ants were gnawing at him from within.
Despite Bamboo Monk Lan Yun's formidable willpower, his body still trembled like a sieve, and he inevitably broke out in a cold sweat. Beads of sweat rolled down his face.
Lu Xiaotian frowned inwardly as he watched. This Sanskrit-sound Buddha toxin was even more troublesome than he had imagined. Trying to eliminate it with his own strength alone was simply too difficult.
Lu Xiaotian's divine sense stirred slightly, and an immensely vast aura arrived