Supreme Yang Divine Pill, Restore Qi and Blood

Supreme Yang Divine Pill, Restoring Vitality

"Th-this is it?"

The crowd stared wide-eyed at the old man who had swallowed the divine pill.

Mm, not a single thing had changed.

He was still that elderly cultivator past fifty, unsuccessful in life, with sparse and ordinary magical power, thinning hair, a grizzled beard, and a body little more than skin and bones.

Like an old farmer in the fields, he tucked his hands into his sleeves and let everyone look their fill, his bearing plain and unadorned.

The Dao Sect had an old saying: Once a golden pill enters the belly, one realizes that one's fate lies in one's own hands, not Heaven's.

You were someone on the verge of attaining Dao in your twilight years, yet you swallowed an immortal divine pill said to let one attain Dao on the spot as casually as a child eating candy—gulping it straight down.

Where were the heavenly phenomena? Where was the thunder and lightning? Where were the soaring dragons and crying phoenixes?

There was nothing at all. Could you possibly be a fake cultivator on the verge of attaining Dao?!

Dragon Great Sage's heart ached—ached so badly he could have died.

If I'd eaten it, I could put on a show of ascending to Heaven right here for everyone, complete with Great Dao phenomena. It'd be insanely dazzling.

And I could keep it up for three days and three nights without repeating myself!

Well, it was not entirely unchanged.

The old man no longer looked so sickly. The waxy yellow pallor had faded from his face, replaced by a healthy rosy complexion. His legs and feet seemed much nimbler, and his back was straighter.

"There has been a change. This old Daoist seems to have gained quite a bit of strength."