Half a day later.
Xia Ping arrived at another area of this mysterious continent. He hid within a mountain peak, entered the Mountain River Bead's space, and prepared to take stock of his gains this time.
"These are Saint-grade Creation Pills?!"
The first thing he took out was that cluster of golden light. Within it were three fist-sized pills, golden all over like Golden Cores, emanating a sacred, unfathomable aura.
His divine consciousness penetrated one of the Golden Cores and examined it in minute detail. In an instant, he was astonished to discover that the pill's structure had undergone an earth-shaking transformation, turning into countless tiny crystals.
As innumerable crystals came together, they formed a single pill. The crystals were densely layered atop one another like a honeycomb, brimming with the wondrous beauty of crystalline structure.
As Xia Ping continued probing deeper, he discovered that these crystals were actually constantly wriggling, just like living microorganisms moving on their own.
"How is that possible? Is this pill alive?"
Xia Ping's pupils contracted. He could scarcely believe what his divine consciousness had discovered. He sensed that the pill was full of vitality, exuding the aura of life and possessing life's unique rhythm.
Yet pills were merely inanimate objects formed by fusing countless precious spirit herbs in different proportions. How could they possibly become a complete living being?
In that instant, as if it had sensed the probing of Xia Ping's divine consciousness, the Creation Pill felt threatened. Countless crystals trembled, and tiny fragments of awareness gathered together, abruptly forming a massive storm of divine consciousness that blasted toward Xia Ping.
Xia Ping's sea of consciousness was violently jolted, as though struck by an iron hammer. Of course, to Xia Ping, who possessed a formidable soul, this storm of divine consciousness was nothing