Just as Cao Pi was pondering how to develop a new pill.
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Inside a dim, lightless underground ancient tomb.
Little Qing Yi sat leaning against a stone wall, clutching her stomach, her face somewhat pale.
A palm-sized gash had been cut open across her abdomen, and blood had long since soaked through her clothes. Though she tightly covered the wound with her small hand, the effect was still minimal.
At this moment, countless cultivators' corpses lay scattered all around her.
Their bodies were covered in all kinds of gruesome wounds, most of them deep enough to expose bone. Some had even had their stomachs and intestines split open, their messy insides spilling all over the ground.
The entire underground tomb was filled with a strange, pungent stench. The rusty smell of blood mixed with the nauseating odor of internal organs, with even a trace of sour stink mingled within. The air was heavy and murky, accompanied by terrifying strange noises that made one's hair stand on end.
"Phew, phew..."
Little Qing Yi gasped against the stone wall, clutching her wound as she warily stared at the terrifying figure in the distance.
That figure glinted with a cold metallic sheen and vaguely maintained a humanoid shape. It was estimated to be over three meters tall, its entire body piled together from sharp metal fragments.
Every step it took produced a piercing, bizarre screech, like countless pieces of metal grinding and crashing against one another, making one's scalp go numb. Clearly, this thing was no cultivator. It was more like some kind of mechanism puppet, meant to guard this underground mausoleum.
"...Am I going to die?"
Watching the eerie tomb guardian slowly approach her, Little Qing Yi instinctively bit her lip.
It wasn't as though she hadn't tried to fight