Time ticked slowly away, and after nearly half a day had passed, Shen Luo finally fully absorbed the power of the entire Snow Soul Pill, and his cultivation level soared significantly.
"Good! As long as there are enough Snow Soul Pills, I won't need a year to reach the peak of the Late Nascent Soul Stage!" Shen Luo exhaled a long breath and clenched his fists.
The only thing he was worried about now was the insufficiency of Snow Soul Pills. He hoped he could gather some on the next island.
At this moment on the Eastern Sea, danger could come at any time. After testing the effects of the Snow Soul Pill, Shen Luo did not continue to cultivate and undid the white protective cover around him with a hand gesture.
Bai Xiaotian stood at the bow of the boat, both steering the flying boat forward and attentively scanning the surroundings, his face showing a hint of fatigue.
"Brother Bai, you've worked hard. Let me take over steering the flying boat," said Shen Luo.
