Fortune leaned on disaster, and disaster hid beneath fortune—the ancients truly had not deceived him.
Lin Xuan's expression was gloomy to the extreme!
Yet matters had already come to this point. Tangling himself in frustration was useless; the Heavenly Tribulation would descend very soon. The most urgent matter was to think of a way to get through this trial.
Thoughts spun rapidly through Lin Xuan's mind, but the movements of his hands were not slow in the least.
With a flick of his sleeve, a jade bottle shot out.
He pulled out the stopper, and a fragrance that refreshed the heart and spleen drifted from within.
Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk!
Of course, it was a treasure that had been purified by the Blue Star Sea.
Even for a cultivator of Lin Xuan's level, drinking a few drops could swiftly restore the magic power he had consumed.
Originally, it should have been used in battle, but Lin Xuan had just charged at a bottleneck. Though by a lucky coincidence everything had fallen into place and he had crossed that difficult pass as water flows into a channel, the magic power lost in the process had been far from insignificant.
If the Heavenly Tribulation had descended several days later, Lin Xuan naturally could have replenished his magic power through meditation and breath regulation. But now, there was no time.
Left with no choice, Lin Xuan could only swallow the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk.
There was no need to mention how precious this thing was, and taking too much also had its drawbacks. Yet at this moment, Lin Xuan could no longer care; after all, his little life was the most important thing.
The urgent priority was to endure this terrifying Heavenly Tribulation. As for other matters, there was no need to think too much