In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk. Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features. His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side.
"True Pill!"
Liu Ming glanced, and his pupils contracted immediately.
The self-destruction of a True Pill was the last desperate measure of a True Pill realm cultivator; its power was immense. If one were hit directly by it, even with a formidable body, the result would be severe injury at best, and at worst, immediate death.
Once the True Pill self-destructed, although the cultivator wouldn't lose their life, their realm would plummet sharply, and the possibility of condensing the pill anew would become tens of times more difficult than before.
Hence, a True Pill cultivator would never choose to expel their True Pill unless it was absolutely necessary to save their life.