An Caiwei found it a little hard to understand.
"Did Alchemy Cultivators of the past also study the matter of creation?"
Bai Mo gave her a strange look, as if he found the question baffling.
"Hmm..."
After a moment's thought, Bai Mo began to speak slowly.
"Let me put it this way. You saw what happened to those people after they took my Pill."
"What if I told you I had a way to keep them alive?"
"Ah?"
Bai Mo continued, "And what if such people then cultivated a soul Secret Technique, so that their life and death were no longer tied to the withering of their physical bodies?"
"Then, I could use Poison Pill methods to put their bodies in a state of constant suffering—devouring energy, absorbing filth, and relying on generated toxins to move their limbs..."
"With their bodies at my mercy, subjected to all sorts of concoctions, what do you think they would become after several years?"
An Caiwei fell silent.
