Wang Xiu dried and solidified the Netherworld Leaves, shaping them. A stick of Sandalwood Incense, dark green and black all over and wreathed in runes, appeared before him, emanating a refreshing fragrance.
"Success!" Wang Xiu's eyes lit up as he snapped his fingers.
A small flame burst forth from his fingertip, and he lit the other end of the incense.
Immediately, wisps of smoke twirled out, carrying a rich and penetrating aroma that cleared the mind, sharpened the senses, and even made the flow of Mana throughout his body more fluid. The air here was filled with swirling mist and a faint, rosy glow.
"What a treasure!" Wang Xiu opened his eyes, inhaled the scent, and exclaimed in admiration.
Everyone says cultivation is wonderful, but what do mortals know of the pressure cultivators face? In fact, the pressure they face is far greater than anything mortals experience. For ordinary folks, it's just one lifetime. Death is the end of everything.
