Daoist Qingyuan's bamboo rod, which had no fishing line, snapped in response.
The sharp crack sounded especially piercing in the silent Daoist temple.
The clear spring that had just welled up in the well boiled violently under his uncontrolled aura, bubbling and churning as though it would explode at any moment.
"You... you said this pill is called the Tribulation Immortal Pill?"
Daoist Qingyuan whirled around. For the first time, his old face, which had worn a languid expression for countless years, showed a loss of composure.
He stared fixedly at the Jade Box in Daoist Wuzhen's hands, his withered frame trembling slightly with excitement.
As an expert at the seventh Tribulation Immortal stage, he understood the significance of the words "Tribulation Immortal" better than Daoist Wuzhen did.
It was a heavenly chasm lying across the path of every Heavenly Lord, the final resting place where countless dazzling talents had perished, their cultivation extinguished.
"Precisely." Looking solemn, Daoist Wuzhen repeated Chen Changqing's explanation word for word. "This pill has two effects.
"First, it can help a Heavenly Lord cultivator become a Tribulation Immortal on the spot, without undergoing tribulation transcendence."
Daoist Qingyuan's breath caught.
Without undergoing tribulation transcendence!
Those words completely overturned everything he had understood about cultivation over the past ten thousand years.
He himself had risen from the Heavenly Lord realm through one tribulation after another, and knew all too well the dangers that left barely one survivor in ten.
Countless geniuses of his generation had fallen beneath heavenly tribulations.
Yet this pill could bypass that most terrifying hurdle outright!
"And the second?" Daoist Qingyuan pressed, a barely perceptible rasp creeping into his voice.
Daoist Wuzhen took a deep breath and spoke each word distinctly.
"If a Tribulation Immortal takes it, they can advance directly by one stage.