No conventional method could sustain the life of a Core Formation Cultivator.
Treasures that could defy heaven and alter fate did exist, but a Core Formation Cultivator was no ordinary person. Their fate carried great weight, making it difficult to prolong their life.
After dismissing Qian Chen, Bai Mo was lost in thought.
'I'll use the Outer Pill method to refine a pseudo-Nascent Soul Pill. We'll have Senior Brother try it.'
A pseudo-Nascent Soul Pill didn't grant the power of a Nascent Soul. It merely allowed a person to borrow its medicinal strength to achieve a physique with less than five percent the robustness of a Nascent Soul Cultivator's.
Qian Tong's qi and blood were failing. This external force, he figured, could rejuvenate him slightly.
But once the pseudo-pill shattered and its power dissipated, everything would revert to its original state.
"Ahem!"
Ah Er pushed open the door and came in from outside, untying its apron as it walked.
