How could it be half dead?
Luo Jiujiang naturally knew that Yin Bansi had led the team to the Holy Land. The envoys from the three realms, Suzaku, Xuanwu, and Baihu, had just met before him, leaving only the Azure Dragon envoy missing. Because of this, he briefly considered Yin Bansi.
But Luo Jiujiang never expected... that he would see Yin Bansi in such a scene.
It turns out that not only dreams can be invaded, but even the inner demonic calamity can be invaded by the soul.
Luo Jiujiang didn't have the heart to dwell on this question. Behind him, Shen Yuan seemed to call out to him again, but he ignored it. He immediately rushed in the direction of Yin Bansi, not noticing the frown on Shen Yuan's face as he turned his back. Although he glanced back several times, he ultimately plunged towards the edge of this "dream."
Thunderclouds gathered in the sky, converging the purest black into a dense mass, thick as ink. The sky seemed dark enough to blot out the sun, and as the shadows descended layer by layer, the darkness deepened. Even Luo Jiujiang, at the edge, was affected by the shadows, not to mention Yin Ban, who was at the center of the thunderstorm.
However, there was light above Yin Bansi's head.
It was golden in color, like a giant snake coiling and breathing out long letters, accumulating enormous power. The electric arc jumped back and forth eagerly, ready to release the light of thunder and lightning that would annihilate Yin Bansi at any time.
For the first time in his life, Luo Jiujiang felt that darkness was more reassuring than light.
God knows how Yin Bansi's inner demon works. Although Luo Jiujiang can run normally in it, the method of shrinking the distance into an inch that he usually uses in dreams is completely ineffective.
He had previously held onto the slightest delusion that he could take a shortcut, attempting to use the same method he used to alter dreams to make the golden lightning tribulation in the sky—or at least the rack that was hanging Yin half to death—disappear out of thin air. However, the feedback shockwaves caused his chest to surge, his lungs churning like waves, and he nearly choked on a mouthful of blood.
Luo Jiujiang held his chest and suppressed a cough, watching the golden color in the center of the sky become more dazzling than before, and the speed of flashing became more frequent, as if it was a silent mockery: In the face of the power of heaven and earth, how could humans dare to take shortcuts?
The brilliance of fireflies can never compete with that of the sun and the moon.
The first golden inner demon calamity was about to occur. Luo Jiujiang and Yin Bansi were too far apart to rescue him. They could only witness with their own eyes how the golden lightning fell on Yin Bansi.
The moment the inner demonic tribulation struck, the chain holding Yin Bansi's wrist snapped. Yin Bansi's dry, sallow, and uneven face instantly twisted, bathing him in a sinister golden light. This light enveloped him from head to toe, yet it didn't make his expression warm. Instead, it gave his features a metallic sharpness.
Yin Bansi fell to the ground like a rice bag, without even bouncing. His sparse eyelashes trembled slightly, and before he opened his eyes, he slowly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The moment he opened his eyelids, the expression in his eyes was so dazed that he was almost confused. The next moment, the sound of thunder in his ears brought him back to his senses. He saw the familiar furnace with scorching earth fire, the mysterious lock that was restraining his elbow, and a large tripod not far away. He gradually remembered where he was.
He once... he once had a failed escape.
In order to remove the Medicine King Cauldron from his body, those people had gone to great lengths. Even the most basic methods of removing flesh and bones, using external force to pry even a trace of the Medicine King Cauldron from his body, were mere expendable efforts. They had even searched his internal organs seven or eight times, inside and out.
During this period, many people suggested that as the saying goes, real gold is not afraid of fire, and the Medicine King Cauldron should also not be afraid of fire. Why don't we throw this guy into the furnace and light it on fire, and maybe we can burn the small cauldron out in the end?
——Now that I think about it, if that person’s advice was really put into practice, Yin Bansi might even thank him out of turn.
Those lunatics with holes in their brains eventually adopted some of that person's suggestions. Yin Bansi couldn't figure out who made the final decision, but he knew that person must be a genius in the world of cunning. To prevent Yin Bansi from being too fragile and being burned to death, he decided to separate Yin Bansi and burn it piece by piece.
In the end, all the efforts were in vain. Not only did they not burn out the Medicine King Cauldron, but they didn't even produce any medicine residue. All they left was a face full of uneven burn scars on Yin Bansi.
Even now, if you look at Yin Bansi's profile from a certain angle, you can still find a very special mark on his face, which looks like it has melted.
This was a memory so painful that he almost died and didn't want to think about it again, but it was during this torture that he seized an opportunity to escape.
Perhaps Yin Bansi had truly inherited something from the Medicine King Cauldron. Ordinary mortals roasted in underground fire would instantly experience the stench of scorching flesh. However, Yin Bansi, having a limb thrust directly into his body and roasted alive, would take half an hour each time before even a hint of burnt flesh would show.
Because of this anomaly, they roasted Yin Bandi three or four times without giving up. The result each time was that the Medicine King Cauldron had obviously been integrated into Yin Bandi's body without any error.
The last time, they had clearly lost their immense anticipation and patience for the entire watch. After everyone had hastily given their orders and dispersed, the remaining guard shoved the half-dead arm into the furnace, locked it at the elbow, and yawned as he walked out of the dungeon, minding his own business.
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