Chen Lin was utterly exhausted, but he dared not actually fall asleep. Instead, he pondered his situation while watching the others.
There were so many medicine humans here, each gifted with extraordinary innate talent. Perhaps one of them could retain their abilities and take action.
Yet none did.
He waited a long time, but not a single person stirred.
Even the white woman beside him had closed her eyes and lay motionless, seemingly resigned to her fate.
Chen Lin was at his wits' end as well. Previously, he had at least been able to use his talent ability. Now even that was gone, leaving him with only the Resurrection Scroll to pin his hopes on.
The ingredient he provided was his state of mind, so his soul should not be specifically targeted. Even if his soul had now become that of an ordinary mortal, his consciousness remained. That meant his soul had not been extinguished, and he still had a chance at reincarnation.
But he had never used the Resurrection Scroll, so he could not be certain of its exact effects or rely on it completely. If there was any chance to survive, he still had to fight for it. He could not give up before the very end.
Unable to obtain help from outside, Chen Lin examined himself.
His body had become almost transparent, without so much as a trace of impurity.
He did not know how the skeletal old man refined pills-whether he refined their bodies whole or merely extracted the ingredient each body represented. From the look of things, however, this body was most likely beyond saving.
Chen Lin moved his eyes, inspecting every part of his body inch by inch, trying to find the Thunder God Sword. Yet no matter how he looked, he could find