Whoosh whoosh——
Within the serene cultivation room, the surge of waves are unceasing.
A large amount of Spiritual Energy bursts out from the Accumulative Spirit Pills within his abdomen, instantly encompassing and devouring an illusory great river that connects Zhang Jing's internal organs, turning into strands of inky black Spiritual Power, flowing into the Dantian.
Meanwhile, the dense Spiritual Energy within the cultivation room is also devoured by Zhang Jing.
His cultivation rapidly increases in a matter of moments.
Time slowly passes.
"No wonder… the Senior Brother from the Lianshan team said that without resources, I might not even be able to make it within the top twenty in this assessment."
Zhang Jing opens his eyes, a flash of understanding gleaming in his dark pupils.
After experiencing it first-hand, he understood what the other party meant.
In the process of cultivation, having Spirit Pills and not having Spirit Pills is drastically different.
