Gratitude

"It worked?" Alex asked. While he had confidence in the pill he made, there was always the chance of failure. Because of the old man's body, there were things he couldn't foresee. And with variables abound, only when the final result was out could he expect success.

And if he were to trust the old man's words, he had succeeded.

"Yes!" the old man cried out, tears streaming down his face as though a faucet had been opened. He sniffled, feeling his own dantian where the Qi within flowed out, no longer obstructed or frozen upon exit.

It flowed through his dry meridians, filling them like a land after drought. The old man looked visibly younger as his body was enriched by Qi once again.

The old man sat down and began cultivating at once.

The aura buffeted around the old man, covering the entire room. The power of a False Divinity settled itself in the room. It felt stronger than that of a peak Immortal as well.