The next instant!
A tiny speck entered Solitary Cold True Lord's sight.
"What is this?"
"Where is this venerable one's precious pill?"
In an instant, such doubts arose in Solitary Cold True Lord's heart.
After all!
No matter how he looked at it, this grain-like point of light did not resemble a Spirit Pill.
Who would refine a Spirit Pill as minuscule as a dust mote?!
Most crucially...
It did not even carry a trace of pill fragrance, appearing no different from sand or gravel.
Yet unwilling to give up, Solitary Cold True Lord still took the particle from the pill furnace and placed it in his palm for a careful inspection.
There was not the slightest fluctuation of Spirit Energy!
Nor could he sense the slightest trace of medicinal potency!
At this sight, Solitary Cold True Lord could not help but think:
"Could it be that it was nurtured for too long, causing the Spirit Pill to be ruined through overnurturing?!
And could this tiny particle be nothing more than waste residue?!"
In an instant, this thought surfaced in his mind.
After all, excess was as bad as deficiency—this was a law of the world.
Thus, such a thing was entirely possible.
But Solitary Cold True Lord remained unwilling to accept it. Subconsciously, he spread out his divine sense and had it envelop the sand-like particle in his palm.
However.
The surprises of the world were always so unexpected.
The next moment, the divine sense he extended into the particle in his palm clearly sensed an incomparably terrifying essence!
Moreover, the purity of its medicinal potency was something he had never encountered in his life.
It could even be said...
Even if this pill grain were divided into a thousand portions, the essence in each portion would be enough