Purifying the immortal herbs, removing the impurities, extracting the essence, separating the essence…
Mo Wuji wholehearted placed all his effort into this batch pills, up till four hours later when Mo Wuji was hauling the pills, a muffled explosion came from his pill furnace.
Another failure. Mo Wuji regained his countenance, but he wasn’t half a bit disappointed. Previously, he had tried concocting many Tier 7 pills, spending 100 over Tier 7 immortal herbs in the process. However, he had never had a batch of pills that could reach the pill hauling stage. But now, right when he understood what a Tier 7 pill needed the most, his first batch of pills reached that stage. Clearly, his conjecture was right; a Tier 7 pill did indeed need to contain some heavenly dao energy.
