C732 Miracle

The liquid in the sky, once purified of impurities, shimmered with an even greater clarity.

"Condense." Observing the complete refinement of the Spiritual Plants, Qin Ming crossed his hands before his chest, swiftly forming several hand seals. With his lips parting, a single word was gently expelled.

The radiant liquid above sparkled dazzlingly as it began to merge. The purple flame waned