With a turn of his hand, Wang Tianqi produced an ancient wooden box.
The moment he opened it, an intoxicating pill fragrance filled the entire secret chamber.
Just by breathing in that fragrance, Wang Tianqi felt the pain in his body ease by several degrees.
Inside the wooden box lay a pill the size of a longan, its entire surface flowing with seven-colored radiance.
Fine arcs of lightning even danced across the pill, brimming with spirituality.
This was the life-saving divine pill he had obtained in the Mysterious Dragon Divine Emperor Tomb after surviving countless brushes with death.
Its grade was so high that it could bring even a Divine King expert back from the dead.
He had always regarded this pill as his second life, treasuring it for over ten thousand years and never bearing to use it.
Yet he had never expected that today, he would have to expend it early to heal his injuries.
"Little bastard, if I don't avenge this grudge, I, Wang Tianqi, swear I'm no man!"
Wang Tianqi's heart bled. As he looked at that divine pill, it was as if he were watching flesh being carved from his own body.
In the end, he still closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and tossed the divine pill into his mouth.
The divine pill melted the instant it entered his mouth, transforming into a vast, surging torrent of life that was nevertheless as gentle as jade. It instantly flooded into every limb and bone of Wang Tianqi's body.
"Guh—ah!"
Wang Tianqi could not help letting out a muffled groan of pain.
That life energy was simply too immense.
It was like a breached dam, wildly scouring and surging through his meridians.
His already severely damaged meridians were struck by this force.
They let out crackling