Yang Ji looked at his Spiritual Root and without hesitation, took the Creation Divine Pill.
Boundless medicinal power unfurled, and his Spiritual Root began to heat and oxygenate, that familiar feeling once again assailing him.
Although Yang Ji had experienced this twice before, each time he felt such a sensation, an excited expression couldn't help but emerge on his face.
The Spiritual Root was of utmost importance; it not only sped up the pace of cultivation, but when facing the Dao Calamity, its might also weakened.
The arrival of a Supreme Spiritual Root would undoubtedly push his talent to the level of a tier below geniuses, just below those with Spiritual Bodies, Sacred Bodies, and Taoist Bodies.
Yang Ji treated it with utmost seriousness, fully refining the Divine Pill, absorbing its power, enhancing his Spiritual Root.
Days passed like this, one after another.