The cave was not large.
Moss covered the stone walls.
A halo of light, its source unknown, filled the entire stone chamber, making it as bright as day inside.
This must have been a Heritage Mansion from a bygone era. Someone had once lived here; a rotted, collapsed bookshelf stood to one side.
In the center, a desiccated corpse sat cross-legged on a stone platform.
The corpse's head was bowed, its hands forming a Daoist Vajra Seal. A tattered Magical Robe was draped over its body.
In a corner.
A Stone Pillar, wide at the top and pointed at the bottom like a hanging stalactite, was encrusted with white Spirit Crystals on its surface.
A viscous, milky Spiritual Liquid slid down the Stone Pillar, dripping into a trough below.
"PLINK!"
The white Spiritual Liquid dropped into the trough, creating faint ripples as a dense Spiritual Qi suffused the entire area.
Innate Spiritual Milk!
A single drop.
It could restore a Golden Core Grandmaster's depleted Magical Power to its peak.
