Spirit Bone Perfection

Huo Hai had no idea just how dangerous the method he was cultivating was. He did not know why the standard dosage was one hundred pills, or why no one had ever dared take more than one hundred Bone Tempering Pills.

Call Huo Hai ignorant, or call him lucky. In any world, people always cared most about the outcome. No one paid any attention to the process. If Huo Hai endured, he would become an expert in the future, and people would praise his daring. If he failed, they would naturally consider him an idiot.

Two hundred Bone Tempering Pills tempered the soul more than twice as intensely as an ordinary person's. The soul tempering from one hundred pills already pushed things to the limit. Fortunately, Huo Hai's soul had originally formed from the fusion of two people's souls.

Only a doubled soul could withstand such terrifying tempering. Moreover, his use of ancient witchcraft for Gu Refinement and Insect Refinement had imperceptibly strengthened his mind and soul a little further.

That little increase might not have seemed like much, but it put Huo Hai's soul strength just slightly beyond the threshold needed to withstand this tempering. At a time like this, that tiny margin was the difference between life and death.

Through a series of coincidences—or perhaps sheer luck—Huo Hai actually managed to endure this soul tempering. By then, his mind was completely empty. Even the thought of holding on had vanished without a trace. With his soul and mind churned into chaos, how could his will possibly remain?

Huo Hai's expression was calm. On the surface, he was no different from a living corpse. Unnoticed, a foul stench spread around him, coming from the layers of impurities expelled as his bones were tempered.

Even the impurities inside his bone