Creation Sword Intent was like a probing needle, piercing through the outermost cocoon.
Even though the Nine-Death Spirit Pill had come from his own hand, Su Che still had to determine anew all the changes that had occurred within Lü Zheng.
Every tendon, muscle, and bone was wrapped in layers of bizarre threads, continuously reforming according to some profound and mysterious principle.
His sea of qi was full, his channels all open, his Violet Palace brimming...
Once Lü Zheng was reborn, he would likely be only a hair's breadth away from the Divine Communion realm.
Such progress in cultivation was truly unimaginable, but it had been purchased with his own life.
More than half of that wisp of Innate Origin Energy within his mud-pellet palace had already gone. If a skilled physiognomist came here, they would calculate that Lü Zheng had only three years of lifespan remaining.
Though he was in the flower of youth, his final day was already near.
Su Che withdrew his Creation Sword Intent.
He still needed to continue observing. The power contained within this Nine-Turn Spirit Pill had not originated from his own Dao Foundation.
The Martial Confucian Arts of White Deer Grotto lay entirely outside the scope of his studies; at most, they could serve as a reference.
Yet the changes within Lü Zheng clearly echoed the cultivation methods of the Martial Confucian Lineage.
Could it be that he had borrowed Ruomu's power when crafting this spirit pill, and that was why such changes had arisen?
He still needed to study it further.
"Senior Sister Wan Ying, sir is resting. Please wait a moment."
Sun Cheng's voice sounded from outside. With a sweep of his sleeve, Su Che threw open the bronze doors of the Hall of Spiritual Flourishing.
"Wan Ying pays respects to