Duanmu Rui

A Great Bodhi Restoration Pill slowly rose from within the shattered pottery figurine, like a miniature emerald sun, hovering above Lin Qingxuan's palm.

The pill looked to be about the size of a longan, its entire body an almost transparent jade-green hue, so pure there was not the slightest impurity, as if the vitality of all spring had been condensed into this one tiny orb.

Through the crystal-clear pill skin, one could clearly see that the inside of the pill formed a small world of its own—there was actually a miniature bodhi grove within it, every bodhi tree visible down to the finest detail, branches and leaves swaying gracefully. Golden light-rain drifted slowly through the forest, and faintly, an ancient, melodious sound of Buddhist chanting came from within the pill, as if a Buddha of antiquity were reciting scriptures and expounding the Dao. Just hearing it made one's state of mind clear and bright, their Spiritual Platform pure and still.

Nine golden pill patterns were like nine tiny true dragons, head to tail, coiling and twining around the surface of the pill. Each pill pattern seemed to contain some supreme principle of the Great Dao, and as the patterns flowed, a vast aura of life rippled outward in waves in every direction. The cultivators who stood close felt the hidden injuries in their bodies actually begin to heal by themselves under the immersion of the pill fragrance, and even their Lifespan seemed to be extended by an imperceptible thread.

"Brother, look!"

Lin Qingxuan's lively eyes curved into two crescent moons, and irrepressible surprise and pride shone across her pure, otherworldly face. She carefully held the pill and hopped over to Lu Changsheng like a little sparrow seeking credit, raising her hand high as her voice rang clear and pleasant. "Look,