Ethan observed the Heavenly Spirit Pill floating before him, a radiant capsule packed with fiery essence that pulsed like a heart aflame.
No wonder it contained such pure and intense firepower. Under normal circumstances, the herbs it was refined from needed to be centuries old—more than eight hundred years—meeting the strictest standards for heavenly elixirs.
But these four fire-attribute herbs used to make the elixir now were ten thousand years old, refined and sealed not once but eight times by an alchemist kindled with innate spiritual fire. Such treasures were truly rare, nearly mythic in their power and purity.
"Though I can't say how this elixir will serve your physical cultivation," Lyralei said with a gentle smile, "you desire it; it is yours." She waved her hand gracefully, and the pill along with the blazing flame jade floated into Ethan's grasp.
"Thank you, Senior Sister," Ethan said, cupping his hands in respect.
"What else do you seek to ask?" Lyralei inquired.
