Despair surged out from Gao Ming's heart, the endless black sea and the dark Alchemy Room before him matched so perfectly. Gao Ming ecstatically shouted, pressing his hands against his flesh and ribs, the extreme pain turned into an indescribable excitement. He stood on the verge of death, proudly holding his head high.
"You all wish to go to the Immortal Palace, and here it is, in my heart!"
No need for any Pill Furnace, Gao Ming used his body as the cauldron, a microcosm in human form, a universe no broader than a person.
When dealing with the Xi God, Gao Ming poured his despair into the opponent's sea of consciousness. This time was completely different; he unleashed his nightmare, aiming to assimilate the waste pills in the dark Alchemy Room with his despair.
"In the nightmare, I have borne the karma of a whole city. Moreover, I won't disregard you homeless, wandering souls. The Spirit Temple calls you waste, but I insist on refining you into miracle Immortal Pills!"
