Although Xiao Yi Xian was somewhat surprised by the "Seventh-grade Pill," she had been prepared in advance, so she was not overly shocked.
Although the Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon Pill did indeed possess the effect of rebuilding oneself after destruction, even if its medicinal effect was fortunately triggered when someone was gravely injured, that did not necessarily mean they could truly achieve rebirth after destruction. Moreover, the chance for such rebirth only came once.
Furthermore, the moment rebirth after destruction was triggered, one's body would completely cease to belong to oneself. If one could endure that inhuman torture, one would naturally truly emerge from the cocoon transformed into a butterfly. Otherwise, one might be broken, but would never rise again.
This pill could be called mediocre, or it could be called incredible. It mainly depended on the user's will. But to truly powerful experts, that was no issue.
What true powerhouse had not weathered storms?
Whose will was not resolute?
Who had not clawed their way up from mountains of corpses and seas of blood?
Thus, to true powerhouses, this was another life—a chance at "rebirth after destruction."
It was also an opportunity for her. She did not believe her will was weaker than anyone else's, so obtaining this thing would definitely bring "more benefits than drawbacks."
Upon the crystal platform, seeing the atmosphere created by the Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon Pill, the auctioneer finally smiled in satisfaction. His gaze turned toward the factions seated in the front rows. He knew these people were the strongest contenders for the Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon Pill.
"Enough nonsense. Name the price." Hearing the auctioneer's long-winded speech, Fan Ling, the young master of the Blood Sect, frowned impatiently and barked coldly.
"Hehe." Nodding with a smile, the auctioneer cleared his throat and said seriously, "I believe