Feilin flew towards Ange's Sky Pit with a small bucket brimming with the Liquid of Breath of Death, his heart full of joy. He had produced this liquid over three nights, by magically accelerating the Resting Wind. The yield was ten times more than what he produced earlier at the camp.
Of course, it wasn't an easy task. Just accelerating Resting Wind overnight was a tiring process, even with Lord Ange possessing plenty of Everlasting Spring Stones.
With a sufficient amount of the Liquid of Breath of Death, Feilin quickly discovered its various applications like repairing patches of skeleton, toughening zombie flesh, accelerating soul growth, and catalyzing Breathing Soil. It was essentially an enhanced version of Resting Wind with better effects and less harm.
Resting Wind could affect souls, but the Liquid of Breath of Death wouldn't, as long as souls weren't immersed in it. Even using it for a bath wouldn't pose a problem.
