In a secluded forest where ancient trees towered into the sky, cliffs steepened like natural fortresses, and waterfalls cascaded like silver threads, Rain sat cross-legged on a barren rock.
He adjusted his breathing, closed his eyes, and rested his mind after a whole morning of cultivation. He had consumed the spiritual fruit he snatched from Xiao Ba's mouth two days prior, absorbing its rich essence.
The slight fire poison in his body was neutralized with the help of a strange green liquid he possessed. Part of the fruit's energy had gone to feed Xiao Ba, another portion was used to sustain the young seedlings of the Light God Tree, and the last bit, though not as effective as an elixir, was absorbed for his cultivation.
In this dangerous mountain forest, transforming it directly into strength seemed more practical than trading it for pills.