The next morning, Zhang Xiaohua woke up from his meditation, and there was no unusual change in his appearance, except for a hint of self-confidence in his eyes, a kind of self-confidence that seemed to be able to penetrate the Nine Netherworlds, and a kind of mysterious profundity that was incomprehensible!
At this time, in the Eight Trigrams Purple Gold Furnace, the refining of over a dozen medicinal herbs was just right. Zhang Xiaohua didn't delay, and in two different Pill Rooms, he combined the refined herbal liquids together and began the process of combining them.
Maybe it was the progress he made in cultivating the Heavenly Dao in the past few days, or perhaps it was the sudden enlightenment of the Way of Cause and Effect yesterday, but today's fusion process was extremely smooth, and the True Qi in his meridians was hardly depleted!
