Yang Jing slowly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing through them before disappearing.
He stretched his arms and legs, and his bones let out a faint CRACKLE. His entire body felt like it was brimming with inexhaustible energy.
His Inner Strength was denser and more refined than it was at his peak. The martial intent of his Mountain-Shattering Fist seemed to have been polished as well. The insights he had accumulated from his previous battles were slowly solidifying with the help of the elixir, raising his strength by a small but noticeable step.
"This… This is a Divine Pill!"
Yang Jing's heart pounded in his chest, and his clenched fists grew clammy with sweat.
