Two kinds of destruction

In the wilderness, as the Buddha's son murmured a chant, a ruby-like pill was placed in Zhang Xuezhou's mouth.

Vast Blood Qi instantly enveloped his body, and countless whispers murmured in his ears, raising cries that seemed to demand his life.

But amid the scripture the Buddha's son chanted, the whispers eventually faded, leaving only the vast Qi and Blood flowing continuously through his body.

As his body recovered, cast after cast of the Supreme Purity True Technique descended.

After every thirty casts, a fruit was also placed in Zhang Xuezhou's mouth, accompanied by the Buddha's son's murmured chant.

"Mount Sumeru Fruits can quickly replenish Law Power, but you mustn't eat more than three a day!"

"They're a little less effective for me. I didn't expect one to replenish your Law Power to the brim!"

"I'm not looking down on you for having poor cultivation!"

"I'm just telling the truth!"

The Buddha's son's less-than-standard speech came from Zhang Xuezhou's mouth from time to time, and Zhang Xuezhou occasionally gave a lazy response.

He reached out and cast the technique.

The Supreme Purity True Technique at the third level clearly couldn't restore the Buddha's son's body.

That left Zhang Xuezhou no choice but to pile up casts and hope quantity brought about a qualitative change.

This was Zhang Xuezhou's most useful Technique Method at present, and he found uses for it from time to time.

But by now, Zhang Xuezhou had also begun to realize that the Supreme Purity True Technique was gradually failing to keep pace with what he sought.

The grievous injuries to the Buddha's son's body might well be the kind of dire consequence that could result from a fight between great cultivators.

If Zhang Xuezhou's body were shattered to such an extent, even if he had one