Hearing this, Xuan Yuan no longer held out any hope. The gleam in his eyes vanished completely.
He knew perfectly well that with so little left, there was no way any of it would end up in his mouth.
Just as he was hanging his head in dejection, Wang Daoyuan continued, "But it's not as though I can't give you any at all."
At those words, hope lit up Xuan Yuan's mung-bean eyes once more.
"Though I don't have much Primordial True Fluid, I can still spare a drop.
But you can't take something this important for nothing."
Xuan Yuan hurriedly asked, "Master, just tell me what you need me to do."
Wang Daoyuan smiled. "It's nothing difficult. Help me forge a warship that can withstand spatial turbulence as soon as possible, and you'll provide all the materials.
As long as we can pass through the spatial passage south of the Immortal Realm Fragment, a drop of Primordial True Fluid the size of a soybean will definitely be handed to you."
Xuan Yuan rubbed his claws together excitedly. "Is that true?"
Wang Daoyuan smiled. "Would I lie to a little tortoise like you?"
Drool involuntarily ran from the corner of Xuan Yuan's mouth. "Master, hurry and put me back into the Spirit Pearl Space. I need to cultivate quickly.
Once I reach Seventh-order mid-grade, you'll have reached the Great Power realm as well.
Then, if we join forces, we'll surely be able to build a warship that can withstand spatial turbulence."
Wang Daoyuan put him into the Spirit Pearl Space. After entering the space, Xuan Yuan was still muttering to himself, "Once I take the Primordial True Fluid, my bloodline will catch up to those top-tier divine beasts.
When I follow Master into the Immortal Realm to slaughter our way