Half a year later, within the Immortal Mansion Space, thirty Iron-Seeking Rats were tightly bound in individual wooden cages in a flat clearing.
These wooden cages were all made from Thousand-weighted Vines. Even with their sharp incisors, capable of gnawing through steel, the Iron-Seeking Rats could not easily chew through these vines.
Not far away, Fang Qingyuan stood to the side, his eyes closed as he recovered his depleted Soul Power. After a long moment, his eyes snapped open. With a single thought, his solidified soul form abruptly vanished.
A few breaths later, the Gold Spirit Power that permeated the Immortal Mansion began to flood wildly into the Iron-Seeking Rats. Amidst miserable squeals, their bodies began to undergo an astonishing transformation.
Their once-yellowish incisors began to gleam with a cold light, and their sleek fur took on a metallic sheen.
