Mo Xuan could feel a powerful surge of spiritual essence rushing through his meridians like a roaring river breaking through a dam.
The energy spread throughout his entire body, nourishing every inch of his flesh and bones.
His blood and qi became richer and more vigorous, circulating with a vitality he had not felt for centuries.
The sluggish heaviness that had long plagued his aging body vanished almost instantly.
Even his physical appearance began to change.
The countless strands of white hair on his head slowly darkened, turning faintly black once more.
The wrinkles on his face softened slightly, and the dim light in his eyes brightened with renewed life.
At that moment, Mo Xuan did not even need to examine himself carefully.
Deep within his heart, he could instinctively sense the change.
He had gained at least five hundred more years of life.
Five hundred years.
What kind of concept was that?
