In a valley, Spirit Medicines grew in great swaths, hundreds upon thousands stretching as far as the eye could see.
A careful count would reveal as many as twelve hundred plants. Even in the Upper Realm, where spiritual energy abounded, such a number was astonishing. Nowhere outside the Spirit Medicine Garden of a great sect could one see such a sight. It was simply astounding.
Every Spirit Medicine had been meticulously tended, and golden divine sand had been mixed into the soil they were planted in. Yet as time passed, whole patches of Spirit Medicines gradually withered.
Shi Zhao was not alarmed. Instead, anticipation shone in her beautiful eyes.
Because the Lower Realm's laws were incomplete, once Spirit Medicines were brought up here and nourished by the laws of heaven and earth, most would fail to withstand the pressure and wither. A small portion, however, would endure, undergo a transformation, and become Sacred Medicines.
It was like cultivators tempering their bodies and cultivating anew. So long as they survived the trial, they would undergo a qualitative improvement. Most Spirit Medicines, however, would fade into the ranks of the ordinary.
In the end, Shi Zhao was extraordinarily lucky. Over a thousand Spirit Medicines died, but more than a hundred survived. Every one of them mutated and evolved into a Sacred Medicine!
This was because most of the Spirit Medicines she had gathered came from the Small World of the Hundred Broken Mountains or the Kunpeng Nest. They were already rare treasure medicines, far surpassing ordinary Spirit Medicines, so their chances of evolving and mutating were naturally higher-nearly one in ten. It was an astonishing figure.
After all, these were Sacred Medicines.
The Upper Realm had no shortage of Spirit Medicines, but Sacred Medicines remained precious and exceedingly rare. Every single Sacred