Despair surged from Gao Ming's chest. The endless black ocean matched the black Alchemy Room before him perfectly. Gao Ming shouted with abandon, his hands pressing against his flesh and ribs. Pain at its utmost became an indescribable exhilaration. He stood on the brink of death with his head held high.
"The Immortal Palace you want to reach is right here! Inside my heart!"
He needed no Alchemy Furnace. Gao Ming used his own body as a Medicine Cauldron. The human body was a small world, and the world was merely a vast human body.
When he had faced the Fortune God, Gao Ming had poured despair into its sea of consciousness. This time was entirely different. He unfurled his own nightmare, intending to use despair to assimilate all the Defunct Pills in the black Alchemy Room.
"I shouldered an entire city's karma in my nightmare. A few more homeless, wandering souls won't make a difference. The Spirit Vision calls you waste, but I'm going to refine you into miraculous immortal pills!"
Gao Ming's nightmare expanded to its limit. Without the Fortune God's joyful qi to help him this time, his body nearly tore down the middle.
Enduring unimaginable pain, he grinned and swung the Butcher's Knife, frantically driving the Butcher's baleful qi within it.
"It refined you out of its body and abandoned you. Don't worry. I'll take you to find it!"
The moment the Butcher's baleful qi emerged from the Butcher's Knife, the black Alchemy Room began to tremble. Beneath the accumulated black substance, a pair of bloodshot eyes opened, seething with fury.
"Kill it! Kill him! Kill them!" The killing intent stirred by the provocation was sharper than any weapon Gao Ming had ever seen. The soft, viscous black substance instantly hardened and sprouted spikes, piercing Gao