The formation of a Liquid Pill did not represent strength, but one's potential. Seeing his own Liquid Pill take shape immediately after breaking through, Huo Hai could not have been happier. At last, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"Heh, my background may not compare to yours, but my potential shouldn't be too bad, right?" Huo Hai did not know whether anyone on the Heavenly Spirit Continent possessed potential comparable to his. He did not dare grow blindly arrogant, but neither would he belittle himself.
There was no way for him to compete with these people in terms of background. Whether it was resources, Spirit Arts, or Battle Spirit Arts, he had to seek them out himself. But there was one thing he could strive for: potential, the foundation. Since first coming into contact with cultivation, Huo Hai had endured who knew how many risks and pains, all for this very moment.
As long as he had potential, Huo Hai believed that his future achievements would certainly not be inferior to those born into good circumstances. On the Heavenly Spirit Continent, the strong were revered. Without strength, one could never control one's own fate.
Huo Hai continued carefully condensing his Spiritual Power. As time slowly passed, after all the Liquid Spiritual Power throughout his body had been completely compressed once, it gradually flowed back out from the Spirit Source. Its speed became faster and faster, and its power grew stronger and stronger.
Huo Hai could even feel an immensely powerful pressure bearing down on his body. Streams of Spiritual Power washed back and forth through him, continuously cleansing away impurities within his body. At this moment, Huo Hai felt utterly refreshed. Once the Spiritual Power had finished tempering him, he looked inside his Spirit Source and found a