The purple-gold figure sitting cross-legged within the Divine Palace seemed to have grown a size larger, appearing even more refined and spirited.
This Nine-Color Immortal Soul Grass could be described as the ultimate tonic for the soul. Every cell in Ye Han's body seemed to be greedily drinking in the vast power of the grass.
His soul power gradually grew like a sponge that had absorbed its fill of water.
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