"What do you think of my Eight-Turn Yin-Yang Divine Pill? Is it worthy of your discerning eye?"
"I told you before: when I brought out the Eight-Turn Yin-Yang Divine Pill, how would you respond?"
Holding the Eight-Turn Yin-Yang Divine Pill, the Saint Lord of Thunderclap stood with his head raised high, brimming with spirit and swagger.
He was a hair away from openly declaring, "Look! I have an Eight-Turn Yin-Yang Divine Pill! I have a pill lost to the ages! Am I awesome or what? From now on, call me Thunderclap the Awesome!"
Still, his reaction was understandable. This was an extraordinarily precious treasure passed down through generations in the Thunderclap Sacred Land's treasury. Every successive Saint Lord had handled it with utmost care.
It was meant to turn the tide when the Sacred Land faced a crisis.
Today... he had instead brought it out to curry favor with the God Emperor.
If he did not show off now, when would he ever get another chance?
For all the Saint Lord of Thunderclap's outward splendor at this moment, he was actually aching with loss. His heart was bleeding.
It could let a gravely wounded, dying God King rise straight back to glory and live a second life.
Even for a God Sovereign, it had miraculous effects.
It could even be used to save Small Thousand Worlds and Medium Thousand Worlds.
It could also restore vitality to a Great Thousand World, though its effect was nowhere near as heaven-defying as the Creation Divine Liquid.
Among pills and divine treasures of its kind, the Eight-Turn Yin-Yang Divine Pill possessed heaven-defying effects. Only the Creation Divine Liquid could surpass it.
"Did you dig up your Sacred Land's ancestral graves, you bastard?!"
"That's an Eight-Turn Yin-Yang Divine Pill!"
Even the Saint Lord of Eight