Shen Yi nodded politely, admitting to himself that even though his experience was limited, he had personally refined a Phoenix Pill before. He could barely consider himself a Pill Master.
After speaking, he casually took another seven or eight elixir pills.
It's true, this place is much wealthier than Nanyang, since such treasures were rarely seen within his own Sect.
After consuming three to five bottles of Treasure Pills, his Divine Soul, which was initially languid, actually began to recover gradually.
Of course, the Divine Soul is one thing, but under the immense pressure of Nameless Mountain, and fiercely cultivating for 370,000 years, the terrible toll it took on his spirit could only be slowly mitigated by willpower.
"..." Yang Yunheng could only look toward Yan Chongzhang, seeking assistance.
