When Xiao Yan's soul power carefully reached above the violet-gold herb, the same pressure as before descended. His soul power stalled, and the crushing sensation made even Xiao Yan pause.
"No wonder they were stopped by this pressure." After testing it himself, Xiao Yan understood completely.
With pressure of this intensity, only someone whose soul power had reached the peak of the Mortal State Soul could barely resist it and seize the medicinal ingredients within.
But Xiao Yan's soul strength was no longer at the peak of the Mortal State Soul—it had surpassed it, reaching the Spiritual State Soul! He moved swiftly and took out the first herb.
Xiao Yan's actions even drew a small cheer from the onlookers. After all, they had previously been trapped by this restriction, unable to make any progress no matter what they tried. They had been rather discouraged, but seeing Xiao Yan retrieve the herb so easily made them clearly understand that their own strength had simply been insufficient.
After obtaining the first herb, Xiao Yan did not stop. His soul power advanced again! This time, however, Xiao Yan was somewhat surprised, because he sensed a change in the pressure.
"It actually became stronger?" Xiao Yan was extremely sensitive to this force and noticed the change immediately.
Although the restriction had strengthened, it still could not stop Xiao Yan. He obtained the second herb without much effort.
After entering for the third time, Xiao Yan was finally able to confirm it: this restriction was another test for the alchemists who came here. As more herbs were taken out, the pressure carried by the restriction increased accordingly. There were ten herbs in total, openly displayed atop the mountain. They would not be handed over so easily to some peak seventh-grade alchemist.
Xiao Yan did not