Dragged along by force, Wu Siping had no choice but to move forward with the others. There were quite a few people like him, all seized by soldiers with strange appearances and oddly styled armor, then herded toward a small hill not far away.
"Where are they taking me?"
As he pondered, Wu Siping continued to regulate his breathing, adjusting the tendons and bones of this body. Before long, he had roughly figured out its condition, and his limbs gradually began to obey him.
All things considered, this body's physical quality was not bad. Its strength was abundant, but it had just gone through a fierce battle and had suffered wounds in many places. Its frame was weak with exhaustion, so when others dragged and pulled him, he was simply hauled away.
"This body is robust enough, but it is badly injured now. On top of that, it has never practiced any true internal martial arts, so its current strength is severely limited. There's no way I can contend with these armored men. Besides, I, Old Wu, have only just arrived. Better to keep a low profile and first see what is going on. If it truly comes to it, I can still use that method of burning my essence blood to escape. It has little to do with cultivation..."
With that in mind, Wu Siping was brought together with the others to the top of the hill. Along the way, the armored men humiliated him repeatedly, but he forcibly endured it all and silently etched every insult into his heart.
An idol stood atop the hill, giving off a faint glow. One look at it stirred thoughts of submission and worship from the depths of one's heart. But Wu Siping had possessed a temperament that feared neither Heaven nor