Chapter 2074 - Pull (3) (2/2)

”This is the planet grade Path Cleansing Pill. It's able to wash over the meridians, clear them and expand them slightly. Since it's one time strengthened, it will be greatly beneficial to you.”

Those who didn't have eyes as sharp as Emperor Shruti were shocked at these words. Planet grade?! One time strengthened?!

In truth, Dyon was only able to concoct planet grade pills to about 50 or 60% purity currently. But, with the Battle Cauldron by his side, there was actually such a massive leap.

Before, even with its help, he was only able to form the moon grade Meridian Restoration pill to 70%. Now he had an even greater boost. In all likelihood, the cauldron could only show its true strength when its owner could utilize Star Qi.

Dyon smiled. 'Thanks for helping me show off little buddy.'

The cauldron spun down to its adorable miniature size, bouncing up and down in the air over his shoulder happily.

Grand Elder Vata bowed toward Dyon solemnly then swallowed the pill.

His body was suddenly enveloped by white-gold flames, but they weren't hot. Instead, they couldn't have been more comfortable.

A moment later, the resounding sound of a shattering barrier filled the meeting hall.

The Grand Elder's wrinkled skin instantly began to tighten. His tired, solemn features grew in handsomeness, his greying eyes once more becoming a piercing blue and his aged spot filled skin becoming a strong, beautiful brown. Seconds later, he was no different from a 25-year-old young man in his prime.

Without hesitation, he flashed to the stairs below Emperor Shruti's throne, lowering himself to a single knee and crossing his fist over his c.h.e.s.t.

”This humble servant is willing to serve the Shruti Clan with his life!” His voice boomed with resolution.

Emperor Shruti's gaze was filled with endless gratitude as he looked toward Dyon.

”Grand Elder Vata, my Shruti Clan owes you too much. I will use this minor life of mine to make up for my Ancestor's transgressions! Please rise!”

The little prince's fists tightened over his crossed legs. In the end, he sighed, releasing them, a tender affection lighting his eyes as he watched his great grandfather rise.

Dyon silently watched this quietly from start to end, nodding inwardly.

Looking over the little prince, he felt suddenly endlessly satisfied.

”Are you willing to become my disciple?”

The meeting hall shook once more, countless gazes following Dyon's own to the little prince who couldn't help but be shocked himself.

Dyon asked this on a whim… For some reason, he felt the same pull toward Pjisel as he did this young man here.