Inside the laboratory, Jeming held his hands in the air, a faint golden light slowly condensing in his palms.
The final step.
His spiritual power acted like a precise carving knife, etching the final rune inside the light.
It was the core that solidified the soul and body, the finishing touch of the entire elixir of life.
At the moment the rune took shape, the light contracted abruptly.
A dragon-eye-sized pill emerged from the light, landing in Jeming's palm.
It was entirely pale golden, with a barely perceptible radiant pattern flowing across the surface.
Jeming stared at it for a few seconds, then directly placed it in his mouth.
As soon as the elixir entered his throat, it dissolved, and a warm sensation spread throughout his body.
The warm energy, like a living thing, automatically sought out every corner of his body.
Muscles, bones, blood, organs...
Eventually, it even broke through the boundaries of the material and the soul, reaching the edge of the soul.
