When Li Mo woke up again, three days had already passed.
He opened his eyes in a daze, the seclusion room was in disarray, and there were dozens of empty glass bottles scattered before him.
Li Mo had lost count of how many temporary arms he transplanted in the process of refining Corpse Mountain.
He glanced at his side; the wounds there had long since healed completely, though faint scars remained as evidence of the severity of past injuries.
A reckless move like Li Mo's would probably be unparalleled in the Cultivation World.
Three Innate Taoist Bodies indeed grant him audacity—even the flaws of using temporary arms can disappear in the span of a brief nap, with his Spiritual Energy as pure as ever.
Li Mo yawned.
After tidying up the seclusion room, he turned his attention to the Magic Artifact Embryo of Corpse Mountain.
