Little Lingxu Peak.
In the courtyard, inside the quiet room.
A young man in his thirties was sitting cross-legged on a cushion. In front of him was an octagonal golden pill furnace.
The pill furnace was large, taking up an area of about two meters and standing taller than a person.
From the eight corners of the furnace, each corner was inlaid with two Spirit Stones.
The young man's hands were pressed on the mana input port of the pill furnace, his eyes closed, sensing the state of the pill within the furnace.
Fine beads of sweat oozed from his face. Apparently, this batch of pills wasn't easy for him to create.
At some moment.
The young man, with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, a glimpse of joy flashing through his pupils.
"Success."
The crucial moment of pill fusion had passed, but it still required careful work to fully form the pill.
