The next day, in the Iron-Eating Forest.
Gungun, who had returned overnight from Mount Buzhou, held the Purification Drum and hopped about before a great cauldron. Every so often, Gungun struck it a few times, sending out drumbeats and waves of purifying power to cleanse the demonic soul within the cauldron and restore it to its original state.
That demon's Divided Soul was unlike Zhiming's. Although Zhiming was one of the foremost mighty beings in heaven and earth, he was, after all, a Two-Corpse Slash existence. But this one...
Gungun really did not know whether any of the Primordial World's current Six Saints could defeat him alone.
To put it plainly, his Divided Soul was extraordinarily powerful. Even with Gungun's current magic power and the Spirit-Washing Cauldron, cleansing it would take considerable mental effort.
No wonder he was so generous this time and willing to give me a nether fruit. He knew I would be exhausted! Gungun grumbled inwardly, then continued hopping about before the Spirit-Washing Cauldron.
Time hurried by. In the blink of an eye, three years passed...
"Hum..." The Spirit-Washing Cauldron shuddered violently. Then its divine light faded, and it sat motionless before Gungun. Seeing this, Gungun took a deep breath and stopped as well, wiped the sweat from that furry forehead, and plopped straight down onto the ground. Finally done!
Yes, three years. Cleansing the demonic soul had taken a full three years, and that was with the soul cooperating without the slightest struggle. Otherwise... even three thousand years might not have been enough.
Now I have the soul. Once someone in the Nine Li Tribe becomes pregnant, I'll send it over. Then I can retire with my work accomplished. Perhaps... Gungun thought.
Then, with a thump, Gungun fell backward and lay sprawled on the ground, gazing