On the black plain.
Jiang Shi's convoy continued to move forward.
The other convoys couldn't hide their shock, whispering among themselves, and soon followed closely behind Jiang Shi and his group, afraid of another interception by the Underground People.
Inside the carriage, a glint flashed in Jiang Shi's eyes as he stared at an almost ethereal elixir pill in his hand. Its surface was hazy and extremely blurred, resembling a phantom caught between reality and illusion, looking mysterious and strange.
Nirvana Pill!
This is the Nirvana Pill.
Even holding it in hand, there was an illusion of lightness, as if it were air.
And after being refined, there was no pill tribulation?
"Truly bizarre."
Jiang Shi muttered to himself, quickly opening his mouth to swallow the vague and mystical pill, closing his eyes to begin its refinement.
The journey ahead remained far from calm.
