Why had his left armpit been so itchy lately?
While refining pills, Li Changshou moved his left arm, his brow furrowing slightly.
He now possessed an Immortal Body, pure within and without, flawless as jade;
Pure as he was, how could he suddenly...
Have an itchy armpit?
This was no small matter, yet after repeatedly checking himself for half a month, Li Changshou found nothing wrong.
A lingering effect of the heavenly punishment? It should not have been.
After much thought, he could only attribute it to his Immortal Body still being insufficiently perfected. Later, he would have to slowly consolidate his realm.
After ascending, Li Changshou had also sensed a faint change in his state of mind. Though it was not obvious, his confidence had indeed grown a little, to the point that...
He even dared to directly contemplate the Dao in the pill chamber!
Sigh, he still had to be more careful.
He should follow the old rules: solidify one Minor Realm before speaking of the next.
His lifespan was still long, and the Great Cataclysm of the Investiture of the Gods was still far away. There was no need to rush;
Only by advancing steadily and securing his immortal foundation could he seek the path to longevity, and only then would he have greater strength to preserve his life in the great catastrophe to come.
His immortal sense detected Ling'e flying over from beside the thatched cottage. Li Changshou deactivated part of the arrays, allowing her to reach the pill chamber without obstruction.
Soon, Ling'e leaped down from her cloud and into the pill chamber.
"Senior Brother!
Are you... roasting your hands?"
"Roasting what hands? I'm refining pills."
In the pill chamber, Li Changshou shifted aside, revealing the miniature pill furnace standing three feet tall.
Lan Ling'e,