‘What a great medicinal pill!’

However, Yang Qi wasn’t a rash person, and didn’t make a move. After all, the pill emanated a terrifying aura that marked its godpower as being shockingly high, and nothing to be taken lightly.

Medicinal pills that had achieved human form weren’t particularly common, but neither were they a total rarity. Any pill that achieved that would be invincibly powerful and could seize good fortune from heaven and earth.

From what Yang Qi could sense, this wasn’t a pill he could deal with by using force.

As he measured up the pill, it seemed to be measuring him up in return. The pill looked like a daoist in dark robes, middle-aged, with a solemn, contemplative look in his eyes.

“You haven’t even formed your godhood yet?” the pill asked. “What’s a pup like you doing here? In the god world, Quasi-Gods are little more than ants. This is really strange. Do you know that you’re in the Chaos-Forge God-Shrine of the Pill-King’s temple...