"There are indeed substances in this soul milk that benefit cultivators, but the benefits it holds are of no use to me."
Three years after Qin Fengming entered seclusion, a sudden disturbance arose atop a towering peak not far from the valley where he was secluded. Faint ripples abruptly spread from one spot on the mountain.
As a faint shimmering layer appeared, a tall figure suddenly emerged from the cliff face. In a flash, he landed steadily on an enormous rock.
Once the tall figure stood firm, he immediately spoke in a strange, low voice, somewhat hoarse and indistinct.
Jun Yan had remained inside the cave abode within the cliff ever since Qin Fengming finished setting it up. It could be said that Jun Yan began sensing and contemplating the soul milk as soon as Qin Fengming delivered the first mass of it there.
It was also thanks to Jun Yan's warning that Qin Fengming had learned there was soul milk inside that strange beast.
Jun Yan's knowledge that soul milk existed inside the beast's head had naturally not been a shot in the dark. He had determined it through his unique constitution.
Jun Yan had yet to recover all his memories. Only when he suddenly sensed that strange beast's aura had some information abruptly surfaced in his mind, giving him the concept of soul milk.
Yet no matter how Jun Yan pondered it, he could not find the slightest trace of information about soul milk in his memories, nor did he know its specific effects.
Still, in the scattered fragments of memory that had suddenly surfaced, soul milk seemed to be an extremely important material in the Immortal Realm. What it was used to refine, however, had not emerged from his memories.
That was precisely why he had entered