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"He also has the aura of my ancestors. The tributes to the ancestral hall are always reduced. He must have stolen it!"

"He uses the townspeople's faith to make elixirs, but his heart is not sincere. How can such a person become an immortal?"

"He also used my ancestor's tablet. Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Leave one for me!"

The rich aroma of elixir rose into the sky, and a group of sanctimonious alchemists surrounded the temple attendant.

The priest in the middle did not argue from beginning to end, and his resistance was insignificant in front of everyone. The misty spiritual energy scattered on everyone, and even Gao Ming was wrapped in a small ball of bloody spiritual energy.

Gao Ming waved his hand to disperse the cloud of smoke with the fragrance of elixir and retreated silently. He thought that when Mr. Tang’s son approached him in the beginning, he probably regarded him as a target.

If the temple attendant had not appeared unexpectedly, he might have been the one surrounded now.

"This bunch of lunatics." Fu Shu closed his eyes. He really couldn't understand why the Zhemeng Town he built had become like this.

Blood flowed out from the center of the crowd, and the blood with the fragrance of elixir was like a small red hand, asking Gao Ming for help.

Before Gao Ming could react, an alchemist rolled up his Taoist robe, lay on the ground, and licked the blood carefully. His movements were graceful, and even though his head was almost touching the ground, he did not dirty his robe, as if the robe on his body was more important than his body.

One by one, the "alchemists" were tasting the "elixir", and the dense spiritual energy gathered around them. Many of the alchemists who took the "elixir" showed changes, with purple fire burning and auspicious signs showing. They looked excited, and they cherished every drop of blood and every piece of flesh of the priests even more.

The sound of something breaking was heard next to the cauldron. The crazy alchemists finally calmed down and slowly retreated.

The sound of shattering became more and more obvious, and the crowd dispersed. Gao Ming then saw that there was nothing left where the priest had stood. Not even bones could be seen. There were only shocking bloodstains and digging marks that slowly disappeared in the sunset glow.

"The priest was eaten clean?"

In the center of the crowd, Mr. Tang’s son began to tremble violently. He was the closest and had eaten the most, and soon marks of elixirs appeared on his body.

"It's so hot, fire is burning in my body! I feel like I'm going to melt, I feel like something is going to come out!"

His handsome face began to distort, his facial features became dislocated, and his hands tore his Taoist robe into pieces.

Without the obstruction, people could see his horrific body, with dense scars and faces of various colors piled together, and several huge human heads moving around in his body.

"My beloved father used me to test medicine in order to reach the third level. Because we are connected by blood and I am his dearest child, he forced me to eat you!"

The heads of his brothers and sisters were all screaming, the sound of breaking became louder again, and the ugly scars on his body were torn like wounds.

As he howled crazily, all the marks on his skin were torn open, his skin was burst, an arm covered with teeth marks stretched out from his head, and then the entire second floor's mist and fog gathered towards him.

His flesh and blood shattered into dust, and Master Tang's son reinvented himself in the mist. The horrific teeth marks on his body disappeared, and his skin became as white as jade.

The heads of his brothers and sisters were originally biting his body fiercely, but under the mist, they turned into gems and were embedded in his body.

“Only after you have saved all sentient beings from suffering can you take medicine for all sentient beings.” While chanting something, Master Tang’s son had a solemn and dignified appearance. He disappeared into the huge alchemy furnace in the mist and flew upwards in a fairy light. Many alchemists and high-ranking officials could vaguely see that the fairy palace was at the end of the fairy light.

On the third and fourth floors, Mr. Tang’s son disappeared. All the alchemists looked up, some were envious, some were blessing, some were jealous, but no one paid attention to the ground.

After the priest walked out of the cauldron, not even a piece of bone was left. The place where he had stood before had been cleared by smoke and mist, and the fragrance of elixir was everywhere.

Everything returned to its previous state, peaceful and stable, with a fairy-like atmosphere and a roaring fire. Those who came later had no idea that a person had been eaten alive here.

“These alchemists on the second floor are not as good as those believers on the first floor.”

"This place is getting more terrifying every level, but they themselves are unaware of this and think it's all normal." Gao Ming suddenly came to an understanding: "I now understand why the human brain produces the two emotions of fear and despair. They are a warning of danger. If people completely lose pain and fear, they will live like them, becoming toys of higher beings, with no control over life and death."

"Now is not the time for you to think about your life." Fu Shu stared at the cauldron with a sad face: "I told you not to come in, but you insisted on coming in. The way to the third floor is in the cauldron. Do you want to go in and make pills too? Be careful not to get yourself in!"

"I feel like I'm about to know the weakness of the Nine-Layered Spiritual Observation. To some extent, I do have some control over it." Gao Ming was not ready to accept happiness and all the love in the world. He wanted to carry the pain in his body and the despair on his shoulders, and just keep going until the end of the road: "Vanity cannot affect me."

"That's not necessarily true." Fu Shu shook his head and sighed.

Most of the alchemists were paying attention to Master Tang’s son, so there were fewer people near the alchemy room. Gao Ming randomly found a room and entered it.

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"No need." Gao Ming didn't want to have too much contact with the statue. Every time he saw it, he felt that all this was Zhang Mingli's plan. He subconsciously felt that he should help, not destroy it, but the question was, was the statue really Zhang Mingli? Now Zhang Mingli should be trying to find his obsession, and he has no time to enter the ninth-level spiritual view.

Gao Ming and his group passed through the alchemy rooms on both sides. They went around the cauldron and furnace and saw a black alchemy room in the most remote corner.

At first, this place was no different from other alchemy rooms, except that the outer walls and the surrounding ground were covered with wriggling black substances that looked like flesh and blood, and also like mud. The stench emanating from them could not be dispelled instantly even by the mist and light, and it needed to be slowly dissipated.

"Fellow Daoist, don't come any closer." A one-armed alchemist in cloth walked out of the alchemy room next door, saw Gao Ming carrying a disabled person, and kindly reminded him.

"Why did this alchemy room become like this?"

"Originally, it was no different from other alchemy rooms. Later, the butcher refined an elixir here, and all the impurities in it were refined out. Even the furnace couldn't burn those impurities cleanly, so they were piled up here." The alchemist stretched out his only remaining arm and threw a waste pill over: "Now everyone throws the waste pills here."