There were thirty-one Nitolomi in total.
Each Nitolomi was roughly the size of a thumb. They did indeed look like grains of rice, but they were as clear and crystalline as water crystals, with vitality visible to the naked eye rippling within them.
And it was vitality that could be absorbed.
Wu Pifu had previously suggested hunting a million-meter-class behemoth to replace the Nitolomi, but no one had agreed.
Because life had limits: limits to how much could be digested at any given moment, how much vitality could be converted, how much one's lifespan could be extended, and so on. The efficiency of absorption within a set period of time was limited.
In terms of vitality, a thousand-year-old wild ginseng classified as a heavenly treasure was certainly inferior to ten tons of rice. But no one had ever eaten ten tons of rice in place of a heavenly treasure, had they?
The active ingredients within them simply differed in their ability to break through limits and convert vitality.
These thirty-one Nitolomi were exactly like that. Anyone who saw them could clearly sense the weight of their "life."
But no one dared eat them.
On one hand, they had yet to be distributed. On the other, the way the Nitolomi had come into being was simply too bizarre. Everyone had witnessed their birth, and once they were picked, the fluid living creatures immediately withered into ash. No matter how they looked at it, the things were downright sinister. Not a single person dared swallow one.
"There's nothing wrong with the rice itself."
After examining them, Wu Pifu bluntly told the others, "This is the purest form of vitality, and it's extremely active. There isn't the slightest trace of anything negative in it. Don't worry—I'm an expert among experts when it comes