The little porcelain bottle stood three inches tall, its smooth body giving off a gentle glow beneath the dim sky.
Its shape was simple and archaic, entirely free of decorative patterns or carving, as though formed by nature.
A withered twig sat in the bottle, also only a little over three inches long. Straight and slender, it was a dull gray, its bark dry, cracked, and shriveled, looking utterly unremarkable.
Strangely, though it slanted through the mouth of the bottle, the point where its base touched the bottom fitted seamlessly, without the slightest gap, as one whole.
It was as though this withered twig had rooted and sprouted from the white jade bottle itself, a branch born to grow within it.
Song Yan extended his Divine Sense into the bottle. The instant it touched its contents, his mind shuddered, and towering waves surged through his heart.
He had never imagined that the Wood-element Spiritual Qi and vitality flowing within the bottle would be so concentrated, their quality far surpassing even that wisp of Jianmu Essence he had refined before.
Song Yan immediately tried to pull the withered twig out of the bottle by hand, but after tugging for quite some time, he made no progress.
He also considered cutting it off with Sword Intent, but feared damaging the treasure.
After examining it closely, he noticed what seemed to be some pooled liquid at the bottom.
He tilted the mouth of the bottle, and several drops of clear liquid, shimmering with a gentle golden-green luster, slowly flowed toward the opening.
"Hiss..."
What terrifying vitality!
After a moment's stunned silence, Song Yan did not pour it out. Instead, he returned the bottle to its original position and pondered.
Judging by the other items in the Heaven and Earth Bag, this was probably