The patterns on this pill were like a language, yet not any type that Chu Fengmian had ever seen.
However, the moment he saw this text, a sense of familiarity emerged in Chu Fengmian's mind.
Trying to pinpoint the origin of this feeling, Chu Fengmian pondered for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he decided to stop thinking about it.
Chu Fengmian shifted his gaze back to that pill once more.
Initially, when Chu Fengmian opened a crack in the array restriction, he believed that the exquisite scent hinted at an entire furnace filled with pills.
Yet now, there was only this single pill.
"What exactly is this pill? An Ancient Sacred Pill, how could it possess such pure medicinal strength? Its potency is five or six times stronger than that of a Xuan Dao Divine Vein Pill."
As Chu Fengmian stared at this pill, he was utterly shocked in his heart.
