After dinner, Shen Lang returned to the third floor, took off his clothes, went into the bathroom, sat in the bathtub, took out a golden pill from his system space, and swallowed it in one gulp.
"Hmm~ It's just a little bitter, nothing else." As soon as he swallowed it, Shen Lang only felt that it was slightly bitter, and there was nothing else.
The little elf hurriedly grabbed a towel from the shelf and flew over, handing it to Shen Lang. It grinned and said, "Master, hang in there. If you really can't take it, you can bite this towel."
As the pill entered his throat, it transformed into a pure energy before reaching his stomach, which then absorbed into Shen Lang's flesh and blood.
"Ah!" Shen Lang suddenly cried out in pain.
In an instant, he felt as if his flesh and blood were being torn apart from the inside out, and the pain made him cry out in pain.
Hearing Shen Lang's wails, Yu Xian'er, who was standing outside the door, was filled with worry. She was already itching to rush in.
But then he remembered Shen Lang's instructions to wait until he made no move before going in.
Inside the bathroom, Shen Lang groaned in agony, the pain spreading from his throat throughout his entire body; every inch of his flesh ached. This pain lasted for a full ten minutes before gradually subsiding.
At this moment, sweat was pouring from every pore of Shen Lang's body, as if he were taking a torrential shower. Sweat dripped from his angular chin like a tap running.
"Little elf, it's nothing." Shen Lang gasped for breath, feeling that he could completely bear the pain, which was not as exaggerated as the little elf had described.
However, the little elf had already hidden far away, revealing a pitying look in her eyes.
Before Shen Lang could recover, he suddenly felt as if his bones were being shattered one by one with a small hammer.
From foot to ankle, from ankle to calf, from calf to knee, from knee to thigh…
Finally, it comes down to the skull.
At this moment, Shen Lang's body was completely dry, his clenched teeth were bleeding, his entire chin was stained red with blood, and he could no longer make any sound in his throat, only instinctively swallowing, like the sound of a drowning person.
The small hammer kept striking and grinding his bones, and Shen Lang's consciousness was about to become chaotic.
Finally, after ten minutes, the pain subsided. Shen Lang's eyes were filled with blood, which, combined with his handsome yet ferocious face and blood-stained chin, made him look exactly like a European vampire.
"Master, how are you?" The little elf asked worriedly after not hearing Shen Lang's voice for a long time.
“I can’t die…” Shen Lang said, struggling to open his mouth.
"Come on." Shen Lang had no energy left to speak.
As soon as he finished speaking, he uncontrollably lay down in the bathtub and began to tremble.
"What is this?" Shen Lang asked himself. "Is this a muscle cramp?"
I felt as if a hand was forcefully pulling, stretching, and tearing the veins in my body.
At this moment, Shen Lang was like a giant carp struggling to survive in the bathtub, mechanically thrashing his body.
Then the body began to curl up in a self-protective manner, looking like a ball of flesh.
Although the pain is unbearable for humans, Shen Lang is still persevering. He doesn't want to give up, and he knows that as long as he keeps going, he will be qualified to ascend to heaven.
He didn't want to be one of them; he wanted to be unique.
Now a path to heaven lies before him, and only by persevering can he earn the right to be reborn from the ashes.
Finally, after ten minutes, Shen Lang stopped convulsing and lay in the bathtub like a lump of mud, his eyes beginning to glaze over.
"Is it finally over?"
"Master, if it really doesn't work, you shouldn't insist anymore." The little elf flew to Shen Lang and said in a tearful voice.
"You mean there's another wave coming?" Shen Lang screamed.
The little elf nodded.
Before Shen Lang could finish speaking, he felt as if a thousand needles were piercing his brain. His eyes instantly filled with blood, and his skin turned as red-hot as iron.
He wanted to scream, but the body's instinct for protection kept his teeth tightly shut.
At the same time, along with the headache, the skin all over the body cracked, and streaks of blood and impurities from the body flowed out of the skin.
Within a minute, Shen Lang was completely covered in blood. His hair and nails all fell off.
"I...I think...I can't...go...anymore..." This was Shen Lang's inner monologue.
At this moment, Shen Lang's consciousness gradually blurred. He only felt that darkness was devouring his consciousness and his thoughts.
"So tired... Just like that... Let's sleep..."
Just as he was about to give up, the little fairy flew to his ear and shouted:
"Master, hold on, don't fall asleep, hold on!"
"If you fall asleep, all your efforts will be wasted."
"You absolutely must not fall asleep."
However, Shen Lang seemed unable to hear the little elf's cries. The figure covered in blood was now lifeless, and its heart had stopped beating.
The little elf's final, desperate cry, "Shen Lang, wake up!" seemed to reach Shen Lang's ears.
Just as the last glimmer of light was about to disappear, in that instant, that glimmer of light suddenly grew infinitely larger, illuminating Shen Lang's world and dispelling the endless darkness.
At this moment, the bloodstains all over Shen Lang's body cracked open like mud and fell to the ground.
Her exposed skin, as smooth as egg white, could drive women mad with jealousy.
His nails and hair were also growing, and the cells all over his body seemed to be like fish that were about to die of thirst meeting the sea, jumping and cheering.
Shen Lang could clearly feel that his meridians had become countless times stronger, and it was as if an energy was constantly flowing through the bones throughout his body.
His originally blood-red eyes now became clear and bright.
"Crack!" A faint sound came from his mind, followed by amplification of his mental power countless times.
"Is this the end of suffering and the beginning of happiness?" Shen Lang seemed to be asking himself, or perhaps asking the little elf.
"Yes, Master, you have undergone a transformation from simplicity to butterfly, and the door to immortality has been opened for you." The little elf fluttered around Shen Lang and said happily.
"I'm so tired, can I go to sleep now?" Having undergone a transformation, all Shen Lang wanted to do was close his eyes and get a good night's sleep.
"Of course you can!" the little elf said cheerfully. "Master, you can sleep as long as you want now. When you reach the cultivation world and have spiritual energy, you will improve your cultivation even while sleeping."
After it finished speaking, it found that Shen Lang had already fallen asleep.
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