Kill Even the Buddha Who Stands in My Way

[Synopsis]

For three years, the spirit-testing platform had remained dark.

In the woodshed, he sifted through the dregs of a useless spiritual root. At night, he bit his finger and let his blood drip into the cold furnace.

Mortals who ate it thought of him.

Cultivators who ate it knelt before him.

The monks on the mountain crept down in the middle of the night to steal his pill dregs.

What he refined was not pills, but an addiction the whole world couldn't kick.

A Buddhist stands in your way?

Make him eat one first. Then talk.