Ren Qing sat cross-legged inside the White Bone Cauldron. After the cauldron body closed, only darkness remained around him.
"A fiend is a fiend, to value a mere beauty's bones so highly."
"Not like this poor Daoist, who never pursues anything like immortal bones and Daoist grace. Mm, the phenomena of my Primordial Spirit were purely beyond my control."
He closed his eyes and rested his spirit. The scalding medicinal liquid was slowly seeping into his body through his pores.
Immediately, waves of miserable screams rang beside his ears. After all, the herbs used to refine the Transformation Pill were all nurtured from the bodies and souls of mortals, and they were all death-row prisoners heavy with evil thoughts. The resentment that grew from them was almost like something solid.
In just a moment, large patches of bruising appeared across the surface of his skin, and his organs began to sting.
"Now this is somewhat interesting."
Ren Qing did not fear the draining of his vitality. Instead, his Dao heart felt at ease.
When others underwent Medicine Dissolution, they considered how to live. He was troubled over how to die.
Very soon, he grew dissatisfied again. How could these crooked demons and heretics not even do their proper work of refining living people into pills? The toxicity of the Transformation Pill was somewhat below expectations.
"Is it the magic tool's problem?"
Ren Qing examined the inside of the pill cauldron. It should have been a decent magic tool, covered densely in talismans, and more than half seemed related to sealing and confinement.
In other words, opening it from the inside was almost impossible.
"I hope I can come out of seclusion within ten days."
Ren Qing could sense the swarm of rats lying dormant deep underground. Mouse True Person was