This pill fragment, as large as a dragon's eye, is dark golden with a metallic texture and a faint fragrance. It's hard to comprehend; even after countless ages buried in ashes, the pill retains such vitality, truly astonishing.
Although a significant portion of its medicinal properties has inevitably been lost, the fact that it remains so remarkable is testament to its extraordinary nature.
"Could it really be the Nine Revolutions Immortal Pill?" Shi Hao placed it in his palm, observing the star-like patterns and faint shadows of divine birds and fierce beasts.
Is this still a pill, or could it have been artificially etched? The traces of the grand road seem so lifelike, manifesting as the elements of all things in the heavens and earth.
"This isn't the Nine Revolutions Immortal Pill, but its effects won't be far off!" Mo Dao spoke, his eyes like two shining divine flames,
"You recognize it?" Shi Hao turned his head.
