The next moment.
A streak of light shot forth.
Cheng Buzheng reached out with his fair hand and grasped at the air. A black stone bottle with a long neck appeared in his hand.
With a flick of his finger, the Restrictions covering the bottle shattered in response.
Gurgle!
A Spirit Pill rolled out from the mouth of the bottle.
The pill was perfectly round, its surface suffused with black and white currents that slowly flowed like swimming fish, chasing one another to form a perfect cycle of yin and yang.
Wisps of barely perceptible medicinal fragrance spread through the air. The scent was not intense, yet it carried a strange power that calmed the mind, as though it could suppress all restlessness and unease in the world.
Upon closer sensing, the suppressive aura contained within that fragrance was astonishing.
It seemed capable of soothing turbulent Magic Power and stilling the swaying soul.
"These traits... are indeed exceedingly similar to the Earth Treasury Essence-Resolving Pill recorded in ancient texts."
Cheng Buzheng's thoughts raced, and all kinds of information regarding this pill instantly surfaced in his mind.
It was said that although this pill could not increase one's cultivation by even the slightest bit, nor could it break through any cultivation bottleneck, and was merely classified as an auxiliary Spirit Pill, its effects were nothing short of heaven-defying—
It could specifically resolve countless negative conditions in the world.
In other words, no matter what strange poison one had been afflicted with, lingering and impossible to cure—
Or whether one's physical body had suffered grievous wounds and stood on the verge of collapse—
Even if one's dantian and sea of qi had been damaged, a fatal injury that ordinary Mortal Cultivators regarded as the utter severance of one's Dao path, beyond all