Worm of Time's Accelerated Digestion

In the hotel.

"Sure enough, it worked. Even if only a little, the Potion's digestion speed has increased."

Nan Fusheng sensed his own condition, and a trace of delight flashed through his eyes.

The Witch Cult had originally been a product of fooling around. He had never expected it to bring such an unexpected gain.

"Is it because I caused a minor impact on the course of history, which increased the Potion's digestion speed?"

A thoughtful look flashed through Nan Fusheng's eyes. Unfortunately, because the impact had been too slight, the Potion's digestion speed had only risen by a tiny amount.

To significantly accelerate the Potion's digestion, he would have to cause events capable of affecting the course of history more deeply. Yet that influence could not be so great that it triggered history's fierce rejection.

"Forget it. As long as I'm having fun, that's enough."

Nan Fusheng laughed freely, his mindset exceptionally open-minded. He had never placed all his hopes on the Witch Cult. What he truly had high expectations for were the Evil Emperor and the Pseudo-Auspicious Beast still being nurtured.

"I wonder whether those people from Proud Sword Sect can successfully leave the Sun Moon Empire this time. Otherwise, their final fate will be worse than being killed by Mahito."

That previous match had seemed to claim many lives. But in reality, from beginning to end, only Proud Sword Sect's Wu Yifan and Wu Di, the two brothers, had died.

Nan Fusheng felt not the slightest guilt over killing them. After all, being a Soul Master was hardly a low-risk profession. If they were truly afraid of being killed, they could have simply stayed obediently in their sect and cultivated.

During this tournament, there had been no shortage of casualties in the contests between the other sect