Lin Xuan pondered briefly, then swept his broad sleeve past his waist. A dazzling spiritual light flashed, and several jade bottles of different sizes flew out from his waist.
Among them were Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk and other extraordinarily rare pills and treasures, things even Lin Xuan normally could not bear to swallow. But at this moment, naturally, he could no longer keep them tucked away.
After the sudden turn of events just now, his condition was hardly ideal; his magic power was only at seventy percent of its peak.
Undergoing Tribulation Transcendence like this was inevitably a little too dangerous.
That was why Lin Xuan endured the pain and swallowed all sorts of miraculous pills and medicines. Even if some were wasted, he could only disregard it.
After all, the more magic power he recovered, the greater his assurance in Tribulation Transcendence.
With Lin Xuan's depth of mind, he naturally knew which mattered more and which mattered less.
There was no need to describe the process in detail. Very soon, the spirit medicines contained in several jade bottles were gulped down by Lin Xuan like a wolf devouring its meal.
He drew a deep breath. As expected, he had recovered quite a bit of magic power, but he was still far from being able to rest easy.
And at this moment, the celestial phenomenon overhead was becoming more and more striking.
As the True Spirit Sacred Land, this place's spiritual energy had already been dense to begin with. Now, more than half of the spiritual energy in the entire space had gathered here.
Above Lin Xuan's head, cloud after cloud had already appeared.
They varied in size.
The large ones stretched all the way to the distant horizon, while even the small ones had diameters of about a mu. Their