High-Spirited, Brimming with Vitality!

High-Spirited, Brimming with Vitality! Only after studying it for a long while did Chu Mu slowly place this mottled alchemical pill, which contained boundless vitality, into a Jade Bottle and seal it away.

He closed his eyes and regulated his breathing. A threadlike wisp of Divine Sense simultaneously examined the deep-rooted injuries that still plagued his body.

His superficial wounds had long since completely healed during those dozen-odd years spent recuperating in Hanhai.

What remained now—or rather, what was still deeply entrenched—lay in his very foundation, in his Essence, Qi, and Spirit.

His soul, for instance, had been torn apart. Even now, it remained shattered. More than a decade had done no more than turn its former utter fragmentation into something like severed lotus roots still joined by fibers.

Then there was his shattered dantian, as well as his Golden Core, which contained his Essence, Qi, and Spirit and was likewise broken.

He had been severely wounded—so severely that, for the vast majority of cultivators, such injuries would be utterly beyond treatment.

Though the resources Chu Mu could command and the breadth of his knowledge far surpassed those of ordinary cultivators, there were only these two things he could rely on. After more than a decade of treatment, he was destined to need still longer years of gradual recovery.

It was entirely foreseeable that even with such day-after-day treatment, he would eventually encounter a bottleneck. His injuries would stall at a certain stage and become difficult to improve any further.

At that point, he would inevitably need even rarer and more precious spiritual treasures—or... his injuries might become utterly incurable, turning into deep-seated hidden wounds. Even now, he could not determine which outcome awaited him.

And this Life-Extending Pill...

Chu Mu slowly opened his eyes. With a lift of his