Down in the four concrete craters in the middle of Dry-Well Plaza, the four Rank 6 Golden Core Ancestors felt the suffocating five-hundred-times gravity suddenly lighten to ten times normal weight.
Ten times gravity was still heavy enough to keep their exhausted bodies pinned securely in the holes, but at least their lungs could finally expand again.
Even so, none of the four old monsters had the strength to rejoice.
“It’s over... our five hundred years of cultivation are over...”
In Crater #3, Ancestor Pill-Fire stared weakly at his own bony, liver-spotted hands. As a Rank 6 Grandmaster Alchemist, he knew better than anyone what was happening inside their bodies right now.
For the past five centuries, hiding in that cold underground jade cavern beneath the Central Lake had kept them alive, but it had also filled their meridians and Golden Cores with thick, icy Subterranean Corpse-Rot Poison. Every lifespan-extending pill Ancestor Pill-Fire had refined in the dark cave had been full of thirty percent toxic pill dregs.
Now that they had burned their core blood-essence in battle and lost the stolen Spirit-Vein supply, all five hundred years of accumulated pill poison and corpse-rot had erupted at once!
Grey death-spots bloomed on Ancestor Blood-Sword’s bald head.
