Ordinary fire could not melt gold. But after Tang Changsheng tossed two pieces of special witch medicine into the furnace, the flames blazed fiercely and the temperature soared. The gold ingots soon melted, and he added several powders.
This was the final step. The ingots had never been pure gold to begin with; many medicines had already been mixed into them. Now they were receiving their final treatment.
Tang Changsheng waited for the liquid to cool. When it did not solidify again after some time, he poured it into the Wizard's corpse's mouth.
This Witch Medicine was said to keep a corpse from decaying. The only trouble was that it gave the body a faint golden hue, something anyone could spot at a glance.
For now, though, he could not worry about that. No matter how strange the Wizard became, no one would dare say much.
More importantly, if he failed to survive the next two days, Tang Changsheng's own fate would hardly be pleasant. He had even less reason to worry about the distant future.
Night gradually fell, but the Hongdong Tribal Stockade did not settle into its usual early quiet. Bonfires burned everywhere, and everyone gathered in the stockade square.
The Wizard had grown even more taciturn. Fortunately, everyone in the stockade had known the sacrificial rites since childhood. Everything proceeded step by step, without a mistake.
Tang Changsheng, however, was not controlling the Wizard's corpse. He had already entered the Netherworld.
In the Netherworld, the Hongdong Spirit Realm had long since become a ruin. The Wicked Ghosts had devastated it thoroughly.
Tang Changsheng walked through that expanse of the Netherworld, a faint circle of light surrounding him. It came from the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp.
Only that power could bring his physical body into the Netherworld, just