Above the sea.
The Hanging Gourd Loose Immortal stood in the air, his gaze fixed on Ji Yuan.
Ji Yuan's face was deathly pale. The blood that had flowed from his seven orifices had dried, but the stains remained.
Great swaths of his green robe were marked with blood.
The aura within him was almost nonexistent.
He looked, in every way, like a man at death's door.
The Hanging Gourd Loose Immortal's eyes flickered.
Without a word, he turned his hand and took out a Jade Box.
The box was milky white, its surface engraved with fine spirit-sealing patterns. The box alone was a valuable Fourth Tier spirit-sealing Dharma Treasure.
The lid sprang open.
A pill the size of a longan lay quietly inside.
The pill was emerald green, with a soft sheen flowing across its surface, as though a thin layer of vitality breathed beneath its skin.
An aura of life so dense it was almost tangible spread from the pill, making even the surrounding air feel fresher.
A Fifth Tier healing treasure: the Life-Rebirth Pill.
Ji Yuan's gaze fell on the emerald pill, and his pupils contracted slightly.
As a Fourth Tier alchemist, he naturally recognized it.
A single Life-Rebirth Pill was equivalent to an extra life.
So long as the Divine Soul had not dispersed and the Nascent Soul had not shattered, even the gravest bodily injuries could be restored in a short time.
Even a Spirit Transformation Cultivator would regard such a pill as a last resort for saving his life.
He would never use one lightly.
Looking at the pill, Ji Yuan felt a little uneasy.
Truth be told, his injuries had already stabilized during the short time he had spent in the Blood Marrow Coffin.
Most of his broken bones had knitted together, and