On the Heaven-Sacrificing Dao Altar, Fang Yang stood firm. Though his body appeared completely still, he was actually using sixty percent of his strength to keep himself from bending beneath the pressure.
The power of the Battle Immortal erupted within him. He stretched out both hands and caught the clay jar falling from the sky, a faint sense of anticipation rising in his heart.
As a Quasi-Immortal King, Fang Yang believed that even when facing an Immortal King expert, he would not feel such tremendous pressure—forced to use more than half his strength by a wisp of leaking aura.
There was most likely something extraordinary inside this clay jar. The Desolate Heavenly Emperor truly lived up to his name as an Immortal Emperor; even a casually bestowed treasure had reached the Quasi-Immortal Emperor level.
Holding the clay jar in both hands, Fang Yang cracked the lid open slightly. His divine sense struggled to break through the almost tangible pressure within, forcibly probing inside and seeing what it contained.
White—
So white!
With a clatter, Fang Yang snapped the lid shut. The corner of his mouth nearly twitched as he was stunned by what was inside.
Milk!
Unidentified beast milk!
And judging by its appearance, it was beast milk produced by a creature beyond the Immortal King Domain!
Fang Yang was somewhat speechless.
Something at the Quasi-Immortal Emperor level—even a single strand of hair—would be a supreme treasure worth hoarding for an Immortal King. If one had the means to refine it into a weapon, one could run rampant through the Immortal King Domain.
But—
· A jar of Quasi-Immortal Emperor milk?
Mm—
Fang Yang felt that he was already an adult. He was not some Milk Baby. How could he possibly drink milk? Not in this lifetime.
"Delicious!"
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