Slap!
Fengyi Yong's face was ashen, fluctuating between shades of green and white. He was dazed for a mont, then violently slapped himself, filled with extre regret.
This ti, he had truly been stupid!
...
Directly below Black King Peak, towards Earth's Core, was an endless sea of Earth Core Magma.
A four-sided tallic structure, over a hundred zhang in length and width and about three zhang high, made entirely of Black Tansy Gold, was bobbing up and down in the magma sea.
The huge tallic structure was actually a massive spatial entity, its interior neatly divided into nine layers, containing a total of one thousand completely sealed Golden Lotus Prison cells.
At this mont, from the Golden Lotus Prison cells, there emanated a variety of sounds: crying, moaning, all sorts of strange laughter, angry curses, and pleas for rcy.
Wuu wuu wuu... Heh heh... Jeer jeer...
"Heh heh, die, all of you, just die!"
"Where is this? Let out quickly!"
"Jeer jeer, I won't die, I absolutely won't die! Wuu wuu, I don't want to die in hell,"
"Tianqiong old thief, you're cruel and venomous, devoid of humanity. One day, you shall surely die under heavenly retribution!"
Zhao Sheng walked out from the Void, appearing in the middle of the tallic corridor on the eighth floor, flanked by a series of sealed tal prison cells.
The prison doors were made from multiple layers of tal, with over a dozen different Prohibition seals placed on them. The purpose was not to prevent the test subjects from escaping, but to prevent the fungal species from escaping the cells.
That's right!
This colossal tal body was fundantally a large experintal field!
One thousand Golden Lotus Prison cells collectively held one thousand test subjects, ranging from Human Clan Monks to Alien Clan Mortals, not one missing, but without exception, all were individuals who had committed heinous cris.
From the top to the bottom, the lower the layer of prison cells, the fewer the number of experintal subjects held, and the higher their cultivation.
The eighth layer had only four test subjects, the weakest of which was a False Core Master, while the strongest was the Old Temple Master of Black King Temple, already at the Golden Core Perfect Realm, a Half-step Nascent Soul.
Zhao Sheng walked to the deepest cell door on the eighth floor, concentrated his Divine Thought into a bundle, and silently penetrated through the door to observe the test subject inside.
In the cell, an old man with a face as grey as death was lying stiffly on the ground. His body was more than half crystallized, with clusters of crystals growing all over him, long thin crystal columns breaking through the flesh and rooting in the ground, resembling blooming crystal flowers.
However, even so, the old man was still alive, his body even maintaining vigorous vitality.
When Zhao Sheng's Divine Thought probed into the cell, the old man seed to sense it. He suddenly lifted his head and cursed bitterly at the door, "You old villain, you've done countless evils, you won't die well! If you have the guts, kill ! Tornting like this, what kind of noble elder are you!"
"Qin Yue, if you curse again, don't bla for letting you taste the torture of True Fire burning your soul again," Zhao Sheng warned.
With those words, the old man imdiately shut his mouth and dared not make another peep.
Qin Yue was the Old Temple Master of Black King Temple and had now beco Zhao Sheng's most precious test subject.
Zhao Sheng's gaze was cold and indifferent. After scanning the old man's body with his Divine Thought, he transmitted a ssage, "Old man, tell , how do you feel now?"
The old man gasped for breath, spurting out a big cloud of Crystal Sand from his mouth, his expression full of resentnt as he replied hoarsely, "One third of my internal organs have been crystallized, the crystallization degree of my essence blood has exceeded fifty percent... my Divine Soul is beginning to feel a dull pain, and my Golden Core is more eroded than two months ago. I'm afraid I won't hold on for much longer!"
"Rest assured, you can still live for another seventeen or eighteen years!"
As the Divine Thought wavered, a clump of sinister green Ancient Poison Fla appeared out of nowhere on the old man's body, rapidly scorching over his body.
Sizzle!
Whenever the Ancient Poison Fla licked the crystal clusters, Crystal Grains would fall from the body's surface, and the luster of the crystal columns quickly dulled, seemingly having their vitality suppressed.
After a mont, Zhao Sheng tossed a Life Elixir into the old man's mouth, and upon seeing a hint of rosiness erge on the old man's face, he nodded in satisfaction before moving to the next cell.
After spending two quarters of an hour inspecting the eighth floor, Zhao Sheng shifted to the seventh floor.
The cells on the seventh floor no longer held just mbers of the Human Clan, but also those of the Alien Race and various demon beasts and zombies, though their strength surpassed that of the Foundation Establishnt Realm.
Among the twenty-seven test subjects, the eight humans of the Foundation Establishnt realm were barely clinging to life. The Alien Race mbers like the Earth Python and Thunder Peng weren't much stronger.
However, they were still faring much better than the demon beasts. More than half of the twelve Second-stage Demon Beasts had completely crystallized, and the rest were barely hanging on by a thread.
Only zombies were an exception to the rule; the crystallization of this copper-armored corpse was very low, and the yin and evil aura on its body did not weaken.
Since Zhao Sheng began the infection experints, he had made nurous discoveries, but most were observed from this crystallized copper-armored corpse.
Combining experiences from his previous life with years of experintal observation, Zhao Sheng had now fully understood all the characteristics of the Void Devil Fungus.
He was currently in the second stage of experintation, a phase nad the "Heteromorphism Selection Experint."
The goal was to make the Void Devil Fungus regress indefinitely, then undergo directed heteromorphism, selecting specific strains, and repeating the steps of parasitism, heteromorphism, and selection of the experint.
Zhao Sheng himself did not know whether his idea could eventually be successful.
But in this life, he was determined to persist with the Void Devil Fungus—if a hundred years weren't enough, then three hundred years, five hundred years, a thousand years... After countless iterations of heteromorphism and nurous specific selections, Zhao Sheng believed that there should be a satisfactory result.
Although this ti might be very long and the ultimate experintal result might not et expectations,
he would persist.
After all, however difficult it might be, could it be harder than overturning the Heavenly Dao?
Considering that the Blood God's status was so high, almost incarnating the Heavenly Dao, ordinary thods were completely ineffective against it, let alone completely eradicating it.
From his previous life to this one, Zhao Sheng only saw a very effective thod of erasing it from the Void Devil Fungus.
And the first step in eradicating the Blood God was to make it as weak as possible.
In this step, the "Blood Soul Scripture" was key among keys.
After spending a day checking all test subjects, Zhao Sheng quietly left the experintal field.
...
Three years had flown by in the blink of an eye.
On this day, the courtyards behind Black King Peak stretched endlessly from the mountain top to the base, where nurous spirited disciples of the Yellow Heaven Sect moved swiftly through the yards.
A robust man with the build of a warrior, whose arms looked strong enough to race horses on, walked hurriedly towards Spirit dicine Peak.
Although the man had a handso face, his skin was pale, indicating a life of comfort and ease.
He was none other than Zhao Linsong, who had recently joined the Yellow Heaven Sect.
In the three years since he entered the sect, Zhao Linsong's cultivation had risen successfully from the Qi Refining Seventh Layer to the Qi Refining Eighth Layer.
Such a speed of cultivation was supposed to make him stand out.
But the reality was quite the opposite; his rate of improvent among the inner sect disciples wasn't fast at all, with many surpassing him.
In three years, quite a few had broken through several layers of the Qi Refining Realm, leaping from the middle stage to the late stage, with those sprinting from the seventh level to the ninth being commonplace.
Even more incredibly, within just under three years, thirteen Qi Refining Priests had successfully broken through to Foundation Establishnt, becoming the envied Foundation Establishnt realm priests.
Of course, Zhao Linsong was actually the object of envy for the majority of Qi Refining Priests, solely because he had taken a Golden Core Main Priest as his master.
"...It's just a pity that Master is devoted to arduous cultivation and has hardly given any guidance till now. Luckily, after becoming a disciple, I received the 'Mystic Primordial True Water Technique,' which makes it not a waste," Zhao Linsong grumbled to himself and quickened his pace.
Before long, he had passed through nurous dicinal herb gardens and arrived at a spiritual ginseng garden located in the northwest of Spirit dicine Mountain.
Deep in the garden stood a green stone house, in front of which rows of large water jars, half the height of a man and filled with clear water, were arranged.
At that mont, an old man in gray robes with a youthful face and spirited eyes was casting a spell in front of the water jars.
Vapors rose from the jars, soon condensing into a cloud of water, drifting above the ginseng garden, transforming into a gentle spirit rain, showering and nourishing the spirit ginseng in the fields.
Seeing this, Zhao Linsong put on a sincere smile, hurried forward, and cheerfully called out, "dicine Master, look what I've brought for you!"
As he spoke, he took out a three-tiered food box from his Space Storage Seal, from which wafted rich aromas of at.
The gray-robed old man twitched his nose and turned to see Zhao Linsong, who had approached on his own, a look of pleasant surprise on his face.
"Eh, this ti it's Heavenly Fragrant at and Eight Treasure Duck, plus a flask of Hundred-year-old Heavenly Fire Wine. You've really outdone yourself today, lad!"
The old man stepped forward, snatched the food box from his hands, opened it, and instantly bead with joy.
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