Unlike Meng Zhao, Jiang Zixuan and Hua Xin had reaped countless benefits from the White Spirit Fine Sand.
Judging purely by innate talent and bone structure, the two were geniuses, but not first-rate geniuses, much less the very best among geniuses. They still had immense room for improvement.
Thus, under the infusion of vast amounts of White Spirit Fine Sand, the two underwent an astonishing transformation in an extremely short time.
The improvement to their aptitude and bone structure was one thing. More importantly, a mysterious spiritual power within the White Spirit Fine Sand had subtly brought earthshaking changes to their innate foundations. Reaching the Great Grandmaster realm no longer seemed like an empty slogan, but a goal that could genuinely be achieved.
This left them overjoyed. Their journey had been without regrets; even if they died the next second, neither would consider that death worthless.
Especially compared with the companions who had entered this Ancient Battlefield space alongside them—their deaths had been almost entirely meaningless, bringing them no improvement whatsoever.
Yet Jiang Zixuan and Hua Xin, these two Grandmasters, had, because of Meng Zhao, truly undergone many extraordinary experiences and made tremendous progress. That was enough.
As for what dangers lay ahead, even the prospect of death, the two had already steeled themselves and prepared mentally.
The reasoning was simple. The presence of the White Spirit Fine Sand further confirmed that this path should lead toward the hidden depths of Bone Forest. Of course, it might not necessarily reach that secret, but the dangers within were inevitable.
Now, they could only hope that Meng Zhao would come through.
After collecting themselves, the three readied themselves once more and set off again.
Besides the White Spirit Fine Sand, they also found numerous Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures: Yin Condensing Grass,