The Concentrated Immortal Liquid

Gao Yi's voice spread far and wide. He sounded surprised as though he was in disbelief.

Liu Xiangrong was slightly stunned, and he thought, 'How can a cultivator from the Golden Pill Sect make a fuss about nothing? He doesn't know the rules at all.' Nonetheless, his head thudded when he turned to look where Gao Yi was looking, and he could not help but gasp.

If he was not holding it in, he would have screamed as well.

This was because something unimaginable was happening in front of him.

The vitality of the Interspatial Spiritual Tree—the small tree that he and the other candidates had been fighting for—seemed to have improved at this moment.

It was not a significant improvement as the spiritual tree was still far from living again and growing sturdily. Even so, there was a drastic change from when it was half-dead earlier.