"Pill pattern?" Ling'er sucked in a breath of cold air, her large eyes flashing as she curiously looked at the elixir in Ling Yun's hands.

The spirit pellet was round and smooth, with mysterious patterns on it that flowed with dao.

A fragrant aroma wafted into his nose. With a single breath, he was enlightened.

Even though she wasn't an apothecary, she had some understanding of what a pill pattern represented.

Allegedly, when refining a spirit pill, sometimes a spirit pill with mysterious patterns wrapped within would be refined. It was like a human body's meridians, yet also like a great Dao symbol.

Once the pill had a pattern on it, its value would increase by several times. Moreover, it would be able to exist in this world for countless years, and its effects would never lose.

It even became stronger, just like the wine buried in the cellar. The longer it went on, the stronger the aroma became.

Of course, there was a limit, and that was where there was the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth.

Other than protecting the spiritual energy within the pill, the purpose of the pill pattern was to gather the surrounding spiritual energy to nourish the pill.

"Yes, it's Pill Marks." Lingyun nodded his head, a pill with a pill pattern was very rare and difficult to refine. Everything depended on luck.

In his previous life, Lingyun was a prodigy, so naturally, he had refined a pill with a pill pattern on it. Not only that, he had concocted it more than once. He could be considered to be familiar with the pill pattern.

He had carefully observed the Pill Marks before and came to a frightening conclusion. This conclusion could even overturn the truth of countless years, and that was that the Pill Marks could be artificially forged.

The meaning behind this was very simple. It was that humans could use special pill techniques to increase their chances of successfully refining a pill.

The pill in his palm had been stored here for at least ten thousand years. During these tens of thousands of years, the mysterious pill pattern had been absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy to nourish the pill and prevent it from leaking out.

The value of such a spirit pill was immeasurable.

Especially for a pill refiner like Lingyun, it had great research value.

All sorts of thoughts flashed through Lingyun's mind. The Pill Pattern on his palm emitted a weak suction force, pulling the surrounding spiritual energy into the pill.

"Hu!"

Ling Yun took a deep breath and raised his head.

"What's the name of this elixir?" What effect does it have? " Ling'er curiously asked.

"Heavenly Spirit Pill, the upgraded version of the Spirit Gathering Pill!" Its effects were similar to that of the Spirit Gathering Pill. It could be used to recover and accumulate spiritual energy for a short period of time.

"However, the efficacy of this pill far surpasses that of the Spirit Concentrating Pill. This Heavenly Spirit Pill has reached the fifth stage, which is already the limit of the Heavenly Spirit Pill." Lingyun threw the elixir in his hand and said.

There were three levels of Spirit Concentrating Pills: one, two, three. They were suitable for martial artists, from Martial Kings to Martial Kings. There were two levels of the Heavenly Spirit Pills: four, five, corresponding to Martial Kings and Martial Saints.

As for the Spirit Pill that matched up with a Martial Saint, it was called the Holy Spirit Pill. Compared to the Heavenly Spirit Pill, it had undergone a tremendous change. In terms of the original medicinal effects, the Holy Spirit Pill could nourish the Spirit Body.

There was no such thing as a heaven-defying spiritual pellet that could be created to match with a Martial Emperor. I'm sorry, but there wasn't such a heaven defying spiritual pellet.

Lingyun put the Heaven's Spirit Pill back into the jade bottle and threw it to Ling'er. Without any reluctance, he said lightly: "These few Heaven Spirit Pills have existed for tens of thousands of years and contain an unknown amount of spiritual energy. When consuming them, you must be careful."

"Let's split it evenly!" Ling'er frowned. She was not satisfied with what Ling Yun had said.