When Chu Xisheng opened the pill furnace, he saw that the refined medicinal liquid inside was Fire-Red, its shape resembling molten lava.
The medicinal liquid was also scorching hot, boiling away.
Neither Chu Xisheng nor the little Yazi cared. They simultaneously lifted the scalding makeshift pill furnaces and swallowed the Fire-Red medicinal liquid.
They did not leave even a single drop.
At that moment, however, Chu Xisheng's expression changed slightly.
His figure flashed away, darting toward a nearby mountain seven thousand zhang tall.
It was a peak along the northern foothills of the Ironwall Mountains. Almost the entire northern face consisted of sheer cliffs, rising above the earth like a gigantic city wall.
Chu Xisheng found a hollow about two hundred zhang up that screened him from surrounding eyes.
He immediately stripped off all his clothes and armor, then sat cross-legged inside.
Little Flathead was utterly puzzled, but followed close behind and sat down ten zhang opposite Chu Xisheng.
Watching this, Lu Luanli was equally confused. "Chu Xisheng, what are you two doing? Running around right after taking the secret medicine-where are you going? Weren't you asking me to stand guard-"
Her voice stopped abruptly as her spiritual sense detected Chu Xisheng's abnormal spiritual fluctuations from afar.
Lu Luanli's expression gradually grew grave, and she uttered two words.
"God-eating?"
Inside the hollow in the cliff, purple sparks had gradually begun burning across Chu Xisheng's body.
These were flames of divine power, the sealing power the ancient gods had imposed upon the Human Race's bloodlines.
After martial cultivators reached the fourth rank, every layer of their bloodlines they unsealed would subject them to a backlash from the gods' power.
The humans of ancient times had named this state "god-eating."
Because his talents were exceptionally powerful, however, Chu Xisheng had encountered "god-eating"