Transplanting a Hellhound Tongue

Fine tweezers lifted hair-thin meridians from the seams between the bones bit by bit. Another pair of tweezers slid a prepared blood vessel beneath the meridians, pressing it tightly against the back of the calf joint. Only then did he slowly pick up a piece of God-Descended Dwarf flesh and gently lay it over the calf.

An even finer pair of tweezers appeared in his hand, along with a miniature pair of scissors.

Snip.

The meridian split directly down the middle, becoming two sections. Then, amid another series of snips, it divided into four forked ends. The tweezers held one split nerve and slowly fed it into the flesh, while his other hand carefully held a dropper filled with Life Potion.

Life Potion was a more advanced thing than Revival Potion. It could stimulate the vitality of flesh, and only Life Potion could allow flesh and nerves to fit together perfectly.

This was flesh coverage for the calf. Since the legs were the area with the fewest organs, Li Ziran would prioritize transplanting flesh onto such regions.

After all, flesh itself could grow. As long as the vitality of this portion of flesh stabilized, it could spread upward and wrap around the organs.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he glanced around the small courtyard again. It was quiet to the point of death, as though the entire world had completely forgotten him.

Though exhausted, he enjoyed it. The shell before him was the crystallization of everything he knew.

After a brief rest, Li Ziran began installing the Blessed Liver, Purification Heart, Resurrection Gallbladder, and other extraordinary organs into the body. It was far easier than assembling Elemental Organs.

The entire body now had a meridian and blood vessel system. Once the organs were inserted, they merely needed to be