Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Milk and Restoring Sight

After his internal injuries stabilized, he stood up and checked his tattered combat suit. Finding nothing of value, he cautiously walked toward the stone platform at the center.

The entire stone platform was pitch-black. Strangely, under the illumination of the milky-white light from above, it reflected no light at all, as if it absorbed every ray that touched its surface.

The platform was not large, forming a cube with a length, width, and height of nearly three meters. When Feng Qingmo gently probed it with his spiritual telekinesis, there was no particular reaction.

He placed his hand on it and gave it a light push, but the platform remained immovable, whether due to its immense weight or because it was anchored to the ground.

After studying it for a while without success, he controlled his combat boots to hover above the platform. He had sensed earlier that the top of the platform was not flat like the other sides; instead, there was a small, bowl-like depression in the center, which seemed to contain some milky-white liquid.

When his spiritual telekinesis touched the milky-white liquid in the depression, a cool and comfortable sensation flooded his consciousness, causing his spirits to lift.

"I don't recognize it, but it must be something good..." He slowly descended onto the platform, took a few steps, crouched down, and carefully extended a finger.

The liquid did not fill the entire bowl. As Feng Qingmo's finger reached the level parallel to the ground—the rim of the bowl—it seemed to pass through an invisible barrier before his skin finally touched the liquid.

A sensation of supreme comfort washed over him. The cells in his finger that made contact with the liquid seemed to cheer with joy. A surge of energy flowed from the point of contact into his body, instantly spreading throughout his entire frame. His previously unhealed injuries showed immediate, drastic improvement, nearing a full recovery.

"How miraculous!" Feng Qingmo was overjoyed. He used his spiritual telekinesis to sense the environment of the space once more, feeling a strange sense of familiarity.

"This is so similar to the environment that produces 'Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk' in novels... Could this be some kind of heaven-sent treasure?"

He searched his memory, but the internet contained no descriptions of such treasures. Perhaps others had encountered them, but they had never posted about it online.

"Based on that contact, this energy seems very gentle. I wonder if it can be consumed directly?"

Feng Qingmo hesitated for a moment, but recalling the sensation from his finger, he made up his mind. He extended his spiritual telekinesis, extracted about 0.5 milliliters of the liquid, and gently placed it into his mouth.

As that trace of liquid slid into his stomach, it instantly transformed into a pure, peaceful energy with a hint of coolness, dispersing into the cells throughout his body.

However, the amount was far too small and dissipated quickly. Feng Qingmo felt his strength increase slightly, though not significantly.

"It seems there's no problem with eating it directly..." A smile appeared on Feng Qingmo's face. "But I should take it slow, bit by bit..."

He probed the bowl with his spiritual telekinesis again, this time extracting a drop of about 5 milliliters and flicking it into his mouth.

With a "boom," the liquid transformed into energy and radiated throughout his body. Since this was ten times the amount of the first dose, the effect was much more pronounced. Once his body finished absorbing it, Feng Qingmo's physical fitness surged by a significant margin.

As his body evolved, the deep-cyan droplet in his consciousness began to rotate faster, gradually melting and releasing even more spiritual telekinesis.

"Again!" Seeing that his body felt no burden, he simply took 10 milliliters and tossed it into his mouth.

The same sensation followed, and his body continued to evolve as it absorbed the energy.

One drop, another drop, and yet another...

The rotation of the droplet in his consciousness grew faster and faster, and the spiritual telekinesis released from its melting grew ever more abundant...

"Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk is from xianxia novels; calling this 'Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Milk' seems more appropriate..." As his body evolved, this thought couldn't help but cross his mind.

After he swallowed about 100 milliliters of the liquid, his physical fitness finally broke through a bottleneck. At the same time, the deep-cyan droplet in his consciousness finally dissolved completely, transforming entirely into an immense, boundless pool of spiritual telekinesis.

After the deep-cyan core had fully dissolved, a tiny, completely transparent bead remained at the center, flickering faintly with light. However, Feng Qingmo was so immersed in the pleasure of his rapidly improving physical fitness that he failed to notice this mysterious object in his consciousness.

His entire consciousness was now filled with a pale cyan mist. Some of the mist passed directly through the edges of his consciousness and permeated his body, causing his physical fitness to evolve once more!

As the deep-cyan droplet in his consciousness melted away, his eyes suddenly felt an incomparable sense of relief. The visual nerves that had been under constant pressure were finally liberated, and the residual energy of the milky-white liquid in his body surged forward, completely repairing his optic nerves!

Feeling the fog before his eyes slowly dissipate as if struck by sunlight, he closed his eyes and slowly opened them again—

With a sensation of absolute clarity, he looked up and could see even the finest textures on the stalactites above!

"Finally..." Faint mist swirled around his now-brilliant pupils. "I can finally see clearly!"

He gazed greedily at his surroundings, experiencing a sensation entirely different from when he used spiritual telekinesis to probe the area, and the smile on his face grew wider.

He extended his hands, staring at the stains on them...

He looked at his combat boots, covered in blood...

"Hehe... Ha, hahaha..."

He couldn't help but laugh out loud, his voice echoing throughout the entire space.

Once he calmed down, he turned his gaze toward the bowl-like depression in the center of the stone platform, where a small amount of the milky-white liquid remained.

He took a water bottle from his backpack, emptied it, and used his spiritual telekinesis to extract about 10 milliliters of the liquid into the bottle to observe it.

After about ten minutes, the color of the milky-white liquid in the bottle seemed to fade. He frowned, waited a few more minutes, and saw the color grow even paler. He simply poured it into his mouth. This time, the effect was far inferior, possessing only a tenth of the potency it had before.

He sighed softly. He had hoped that if it could be stored long-term, he would bring some back for his parents, thinking the miraculous energy might repair their damaged bodies or at least increase their strength.

But seeing this, it seemed the liquid required a special vessel for storage, and he had no such thing. Shaking his head, he moved his spiritual telekinesis and scooped up another drop—and swallowed it!

One drop, another drop...

By the time the last drop of the milky-white liquid entered his mouth, his physical fitness had evolved to a formidable level.

He clenched his fist and threw a punch.

"Pa~" A sharp crack rang out as the air was compressed into a gust of wind that swept past!

"So strong. At least four or five times stronger than before!"

He couldn't determine the exact value, but he knew that based on his physical fitness alone, he was now firmly at the War God Level.

"My physical strength has caught up to my spiritual telekinesis; perhaps my physical fitness is even slightly higher than my telekinesis now..."

With the spiritual core in his consciousness completely melted, any further increase in his spiritual telekinesis would require arduous cultivation; it could no longer be improved rapidly.

"My spiritual telekinesis is roughly at the mid-level War God stage, and my physical fitness is also at the mid-level War God stage..." Feng Qingmo was very satisfied with his gains.

He then looked around the space, his brow furrowing slightly: "How do I get out?"

Just as he was preparing to search for an exit, the transparent bead in his consciousness seemed to finally adapt to the complete disappearance of the spiritual core that had encased it.

The entire bead suddenly erupted with an intensely brilliant light. This radiance instantly pierced through his consciousness and projected into every corner of his physical body!