Mr. Luo had no idea how much time had passed, but even his mood had changed.
He fiercely protected one arm, where he kept the treasure handed down by his ancestors: a goblin's hide.
By putting on this hide through a secret art, he could take countless forms.
Who knew how many people had fought bloody battles and lost their families over this hide? In the end, his ancestor had obtained it.
That alone had swiftly transformed his ancestor from an obscure nobody into a figure renowned throughout the land.
He had founded the Secret Law Teachings and amassed a lifetime of wealth and glory.
With this thing, even deities could be deceived.
Never mind the few beasts outside.
Mr. Luo crawled swiftly through the cramped passage on his hands and feet. A churning pain erupted in his stomach, and his body began to go numb.
These were inevitable side effects of taking the elixirs.
An unpleasant change also began to occur in his body.
A strange smell seeped out through his pores.
It smelled like corpse oil.
But he forcibly suppressed the change. This was a problem every generation of his family had faced.
Consuming large quantities of elixirs caused the body to undergo "corpse transformation."
They had to find objects of pure yang to suppress it. Eventually, on an "auspicious day" when "the moon was full and the sky dark," they would turn into zombies.
Someone would kill them before that happened.
Such was the "blessing of their ancestors."
Glutinous rice water and the Peach Wood Branch were useless. Or rather, they had worked at first, but later could no longer restrain it. Once someone began taking the elixirs, they embarked on a path they could never leave.
Unless the "ancestor" disappeared.
This Tianpeng Ruler was one of