The Serpent God’s body had been hundreds of zhang long, when still, it had resembled a coiled mountain range.0

The power contained within such a primeval behemoth must have been enough to shake heaven and earth, and yet, that ancient refining furnace had completely refined it, turning it into a Blood-Qi Pill!0

If one could consume such an elixir… what unimaginable strength would they gain? Everyone’s hearts burned feverishly at the thought. Perhaps they could even achieve saintly perfection in the flesh!0

And that ancient furnace itself, its value was likely even greater than that of the Blood-Qi Pill. If this wasn’t immortal fortune, then what was!?0

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Boom!0

Boom!0

Countless primordial spirit techniques and various magical artifacts rained down upon the disheveled, half-bodied Daoist. At first, their combined attacks seemed to have little effect, but there were too many of them!0

These were no common cultivators: each one was a veteran monster of the great sects, a reclusive grandmaster with profound cultivation, or a ruthless, peerless young prodigy. Were it not for the shackles...0