I Would Become a Metal Ingot
"Although it's an evil technique, I have to admit that it's a very convenient skill." Hamster Unit stared at the radiance of the Seven-Colored Divine Artifact, feeling his mouse eyes ache. The seven-colored light was so dazzling.
Stele Fellow Daoist said with certainty, "Tyrant Song's Blade-Nourishing Art definitely mutated. I'll bet the original Blade-Nourishing Art could never have such a powerful effect."
Hamster Unit immediately thought of the master in Evil Lotus World. Every time Tyrant Song left, White Sovereign would frantically spam Blade-Nourishing Art on the 'Sealing Pillar,' but it had never produced any effect. Thinking about it this way, Stele Fellow Daoist had a point.
"Is it working?" Onion Lady asked curiously.
"I haven't felt anything yet... The Golden Formation Disk hasn't reacted either," Song Shuhang replied.
However, he wasn't in a hurry. When he had previously spammed the 'Sealing Pillar,' he had spent nearly an entire day at it. He wasn't lacking in patience.
Besides, he still had the 'Heavenly Dao's Eyedrops' in his hand. If Blade-Nourishing Art didn't work, he could drop in a little Heavenly Dao Eye Drops and see whether it would trigger a chemical reaction.
At the same time.
In a golden space that belonged neither to the Present World nor the Nine Netherworld.
A figure silently curled into a ball, looking extremely pained.
Even while suffering, he would occasionally extend both hands and clap softly.
At that moment, another ghostly figure quietly appeared and spoke, "Your Majesty, the ground is cold. Please get up."
"Let me lie down a little longer. Hiss~ It hurts so much~" the curled-up figure said miserably.
The ghostly figure asked in confusion, "Then why have you been clapping nonstop?"
"Because—if you're feeling miserable, clap your hands?" the curled-up figure