"This is..."
"Xing Er's blood, imbued with his blood, has gained spirituality."
Shi Yuyan embraced the bronze cauldron, looking at the flowers and plants on the ground that had been stained with the Golden Liquid from the cauldron three years ago.
These flowers and plants had gained spirituality. They could absorb and release spiritual energy on their own. Each strand of spiritual energy wrapped around them, making the entire plant appear as if sculpted from fine jade, dazzling to the eyes. At the base of their stems, the sap flowed like silver water.
"They have transformed into a mysterious spiritual medicine, which has the effect of prolonging life."
Shi Yuyan's gaze fell on a seven-inch-long spiritual medicine, which looked like a dragon coiling itself.
She took a leaf from the spiritual medicine; her qi and blood surged in her palm, and she crushed the spiritual leaf into a droplet and swallowed it.
