"I hope it won't disappoint me."
The air inside the storehouse was somewhat turbid, filled with a rotten stench. For an Alchemist of this level, any Spiritual Herbs he could have stored in his private storehouse had to be rare treasures among the Fourth Tier at the very least. There might even be Spiritual Herbs here that had already gone extinct in the outside world.
"Millennium Rock Marrow Ganoderma, Fifth-Tier Thunder-Struck Peach Wood, Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass..."
They were all treasures among Fifth-Tier spiritual materials, yet they had been lost just like this to the ages. It was truly a pity. Song Changsheng looked along the way, and only felt his heart twitching.
That Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass was what he had tasked Song Qingxi with searching for all this time, prepared for refining the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill, a precious pill at the Fifth-Tier High Grade level. Even a Nascent Soul Cultivator on the verge of death could recover to their original state within a quarter of an hour.
It also possessed the effect of replenishing one's origin.
Under extreme circumstances, this counted as having the chance to go again. This was a life-saving trump card he had prepared for entering the Abyss.
Unfortunately, he had searched through every channel, and even the Black Market had been out of stock for over a thousand years. The surviving quantity was exceedingly rare; describing it as priceless was no exaggeration. A single stalk was hard to find in the outside world, yet here, five stalks had been neatly arranged—only they had already turned into powder.
His Divine Sense swept around once, and he finally found the area where the Medicinal Pills were stored.
Just as rigorous as when recording notes, every bottle of Medicinal Pills here used containers made from the finest jade materials,