Wang Zijia immediately inhaled, gulping down the elixir in large mouthfuls, as the medicinal effects quickly morphed into a myriad of different states, lurking within his body.
Percentages of bizarre poison, curse status, tracking marks, mental erosion and so on.
As Wang Zijia swiftly consumed the elixir, these states piled up and softened into a special sort of negative state—seemingly poisonous but not, seemingly cursed but not—it looked quite severe.
"Value +34.97 million!"
In Wang Zijia's mind, a human skin paper figure stood by mechanically, ready to exchange it as soon as anything went awry, before it damaged his body.
"Value + 26.54 million!"
"······"
With the mass consumption of elixir, Wang Zijia's value also began to surge.
"Value +310 million!"
Dao Cultivation: one thousand five hundred years (1.7 billion/2 billion)
Taiji: 60 million
After a long while, once Wang Zijia had digested all the elixirs, his cultivation soared rapidly.
