The Second Shattering and Reassembly of the Spirit

Anfuni looked at Li Ziran. As the White Tiger Priest, she was unexpectedly moved at this moment.

Although she understood that Soul Plasma around the twelfth layer was what Li Ziran needed most right now, she understood even more clearly that exchanging twelfth-layer Soul Plasma for thirty-seventh-layer Soul Plasma was difficult, while exchanging thirty-seventh-layer Soul Plasma for twelfth-layer Soul Plasma could be done anywhere.

One would never understand the preciousness of Soul Plasma without being among the great Elven clans. To put it bluntly, a bottle of Soul Plasma around the eighteenth layer could determine whether a High Mage transformed into a Magister, while a bottle of thirty-sixth-layer Soul Plasma could even facilitate a Magister's transition into an Archmage.

She had believed in Li Ziran's character before, but this thoughtful gesture proved that her judgment had been correct.

Granting this man the title of prince and drawing him into the Elven Race had absolutely been a wise move.

She even vaguely felt that he might stand shoulder to shoulder with those great princes from Elven history.

In only an hour, 126 bottles of twelfth-layer Soul Plasma were laid out on Li Ziran's table.

Looking at the table piled high with Soul Plasma, Li Ziran was deeply satisfied. If anyone from Hippo Ancient City had been here, they would definitely have been tempted to rob him.

Even Li Ziran himself could not believe that one day, he would be able to drink Soul Plasma like water.

He casually picked up a bottle and lifted the cap. Within the milky, viscous fluid were tiny black insect-like grains, Elemental Bugs formed by souls compressed to their absolute limit.

The density of these bugs depended on the grade of the Soul Plasma. There were almost none below the tenth layer; only above the tenth