Suddenly, Ling Xiao felt his Soul Power frantically flood into that round little thing's body.
Then, the body of the little thing began to change.
God damn it!
Ling Xiao felt like cursing out loud, thankful that his Soul Power was robust enough to withstand such voracious absorption; otherwise, he would have surely died.
He steadied his mind, sat cross-legged, and focused entirely on controlling the input of Soul Power, ready to stop if it truly endangered his life.
But that point had not arrived yet.
After all, his Soul Power was strong, and his soul was resilient. Enduring a while longer wasn't an issue.
What he wanted now was to see what this pill would eventually become.
Such an ancient and mysterious object, refined after a hundred thousand years and even daring to absorb the power of the Mountain and River Martial Soul, couldn't have been anything ordinary.
Perhaps this time, he had come across something incredible.
A full shichen passed.
