The next moment after leaving the caravan.
Jiang Yuan whispered in his heart.
[Yes!]
[Successfully consumed 81 strands of Luck Power!]
Then, he suddenly saw a prompt appearing in his eyes.
[Twenty miles southeast from here, there's a towering ancient tree, beneath which lies a Soul-condensing Drink.]
Looking at this prompt before his eyes, Jiang Yuan couldn't help but feel overjoyed.
As I expected!
Surely there must be heavenly treasures in such dangerous territories like the BlackWater Marsh, where human footprints are rare.
But the Soul-condensing Drink?
What is that?
Going by its name, it should be related to my soul. Could it enhance the power of my soul?
But given the amount of Luck Power required, the effect of the Soul-condensing Drink must be good.
Its quality should be superior to that of the Hundred-Year Spirit Medicine I previously obtained.
Jiang Yuan pondered this while hurrying on his way.
On the other side.
