The pitch-black sky was suddenly drenched in golden radiance, while towering larch trees in the Silver River Gorge reached into the night sky, as if they were bathing in the morning glow.
Standing on the treetop, Qin Ming was showered by the light rain, his gleaming armor marked with bloodstains, and his black hair flowing. He appeared increasingly heroic and spirited.
A high-grade Spirit Crystal landed in his hand, its transparent material holding a smear of Purple Mist, living and swirling, endlessly flowing. This was the rare medicine that could assist him in breaking through his bottle neck.
"This is the rare Purple Dragon Blood. Even if your potential is high and your foundation is as strong as a mountain, it is enough for you to break through. It has no side effects that affect the future. The only flaw is that after consumption, your body and spirit will stay heated for some time."
In the night sky, a golden phantom informed him of the situation.
