The Medicinal Pill melted as soon as it entered his mouth, turning into two scorching and pure torrents that quickly surged into his limbs and bones, finally flowing into his Dantian. Fang Hao only felt a warm sensation throughout his body; his consumed spiritual power was recovering at an astonishing speed, and there was even a faint hint of progress. However, the medicinal strength of the chiyang pill was overbearing and not suitable for frequent consumption; two were already the limit.
After meditating for about half an hour, once the medicinal strength had completely dissipated and his spiritual power had recovered to about ninety percent of its Peak state, Fang Hao opened his eyes, which were shining with a sharp light.
It was time.
