The process of pill nurturing was tedious, meticulous, and mentally draining.
Time flowed like water, seeping away unnoticed. Five days passed swiftly. Qin Wudao, seated beside the Pill Furnace, was on the verge of collapsing. His face was paler than ever, and he had grown significantly thinner.
My cultivation level is still too low!
Qin Wudao opened his eyes, exhaustion evident within them. Ordinarily, to become an Earth-level Alchemist, one's cultivation level had to be at least in the Saint Realm.
Refining an Earth-level pill required an immense amount of Spiritual Energy and physical stamina.
Fortunately, his foundation was profound. He possessed the Chaos Divine Body and, coupled with the Nine Turns Nirvana, had managed to persist until this point; otherwise, he would have long been drained dry.
Just one final step to congeal the pill!
