At this moment, the elder facing Dongfang Zhuo staggered backward, trembling. He was like an old man at death's door; his body could no longer receive any supply of energy.
That pill had indeed worked. It had completely repaired the injuries within his body, but it had also sealed the energy inside him. The instant his injuries were healed, he could barely sense his connection to his Microcosm anymore.
Seeing the greed in Dongfang Zhuo's eyes, he felt as though he understood. Dongfang Zhuo had healed his injuries because he wanted to devour him whole.
"Dongfang Zhuo, you actually cultivate an evil art! How could you possibly ascend to the Immortal Realm like this? How could you possibly become Immortal!"
Dongfang Zhuo sneered, grabbed the man, and began refining him.
"Evil art, righteous art—any art that lets one cultivate into an immortal is a good art."
"You can consider this your contribution to the Myriad Forms Immortal Sect. Rest assured, when I break through and become an immortal someday, I will remember your merits. You may depart in peace."
What else could the elder say? In Dongfang Zhuo's hands, he did not possess even the slightest ability to resist. He could only wait for death to descend.
He had learned Dongfang Zhuo's secret, and he was worried for the future of the Myriad Forms Immortal Sect. He felt that since Dongfang Zhuo could make a move against him, he would certainly make a move against the other members of the Myriad Forms Immortal Sect as well.
He felt that the future of the Myriad Forms Immortal Sect would surely be destroyed in Dongfang Zhuo's hands.
When a man was about to die, his mind turned with extraordinary speed. He glanced toward the distant direction of the Voidreturn Sword Sect and