The Sitting Oblivion Path is actually a sect of madmen cultivating falsehood and possessed by deviant forces, yet no one has ever seen anyone, including the sect members themselves, succeed in either true cultivation or its imitation. They all believe that this is the proper state of things.
"Pathetic, just pathetic."
Li Huowang muttered to himself. Maybe Touzi already knows about this, but he's in too deep now—turning back would be next to impossible.
Li Huowang lowered his head, peeled open the belly of the person in front of him, pulled out the softening stone, and set it down by the abdomen.
A tentacle slithered out from the navel, grabbed the object, and shoved it back inside.
The boiled stone, which these Dharma Sect followers had scrambled for, was in fact nothing but a chunk of Li Huowang's own sliced-off liver.
He had looked for other substitutes, but Li Huowang always felt this was the most fitting.
