At this moment, Ling Zhuo seemed to have completely lost his ability to judge, immersed only in the helplessness he felt before Xiao Yan. Only Ling He, the Spirit Clan Dou Sheng in the sky, seemed to realize something when she saw Xiao Yan and Cao Ying's actions. Her expression, already exceptionally grim because Xiao Yan had won the Pill Convention, became even worse, for she had basically arrived at an answer in her heart.
The thrilling Pill Convention seemed far from over, and everyone waited for Cao Ying and Dan Chen to rise. They wanted to know just what effect the spare eighth-tier pills Xiao Yan had originally refined would have.
Cao Ying and Dan Chen spent a full three hours digesting the pills. After all, they were eighth-tier pills. Even with their special effects, the energy supplied by so many ingredients was immense. Not to mention the spiritual energy contained within the pills—eighth-tier pills had long since ceased to have simple, singular effects. This was the true reason why the difference of one word between seventh and eighth tier was the difference between mortal and spiritual, a boundary so difficult to shake.
Fortunately, Cao Ying and Dan Chen had not taken the pills to raise their strength. They absorbed most of the medicinal power, while directly discarding the excess that would enhance their Dou Qi. Throughout the process, both wore expressions of agonizing struggle. The problem within their bodies had plagued them ever since birth.
Trying to cure it now without paying a price was absolutely impossible. How could the Spirit Clan's design be so easily resolved?
Fortunately, the two of them ultimately held steady and were not crushed by the pain surging from the bloodline within their bodies. The blood Xiao Yan had sealed inside the pills