In the following few days, a brief tranquility ensued. Zheng Jiuling was still trying every means to open the entrance, while Ye Qingchen had already handed over the refined pills to Han Buxiu.
Just as Ye Qingchen had predicted, after taking the foundational pills, Han Buxiu quickly restored his essence and stepped directly into the Human Immortal Ninth Layer on the third day.
"Tomorrow, we can enter the tomb!"
That night.
Ye Qingchen set up a small table in the backyard, watching Han Buxiu meditating in front of him.
With his eyes tightly shut, Han Buxiu's face was blackened, and a misty haze was churning above his head. He was expelling the last of the foul blood from his body, and once purged, he would face no further obstacles in his cultivation journey.
A moment later!
Han Buxiu abruptly opened his eyes and spat out a black arrow of blood.
Immediately, his aura started to stabilize.
