Ji Wuxin backed away helplessly!
He truly had no way to budge the crimson demon king's Inner Core before him.
He Pingsheng walked up to the fist-sized Inner Core.
"Fellow Daoist He..." Ji Wuxin looked at He Pingsheng curiously and asked, "When you were comprehending the inheritance, did you obtain any relevant information? For instance, what cultivation level did the demonic god who owned this Inner Core have?"
"I don't know!" He Pingsheng shook his head. "You can't tell from the inherited cultivation technique. Let me try merging with this Inner Core. Perhaps I'll know once I've refined the crimson core!"
"All right!" Ji Wuxin said. "Fellow Daoist He, I hope you finish refining it soon. Then we won't have to stay trapped in this damned place!"
He Pingsheng asked, "What are the Immortal Lords outside saying now?"
Ji Wuxin said, "I've already explained everything about Fang Long's death in full detail, but it looks like Immortal Lord Dragon Firmament may not let you off!"
"You need to be careful!"
He Pingsheng smiled. "I know!"
He certainly had no way to deal with Immortal Lord Dragon Firmament.
But there's no hurry. It's already been over forty years since we entered this Secret Realm. If I drag out refining this crimson core for a few years, once a hundred years are up, the Slave Mark will reverse. That fellow Stone Gatherer will become my slave, and naturally, I won't have to fear Immortal Lord Dragon Firmament anymore!
Rumble...
As he pondered, countless golden rune patterns streamed out of He Pingsheng's body and enveloped the crimson core.
The refining began.
As soon as he began refining it, He Pingsheng breathed a sigh of relief: there was no need to deliberately drag things out.
There was simply no way he could refine this