After the breath of the Golden Flame Manticore ceased, Da Kong True Monarch did not relax. He continued to let his Silver Ring bind it.
Meanwhile, at its heart wound, a stream of crimson-gold blood, under Dustless True Monarch's guidance, was injected into a purple-golden Pill Furnace.
The preparatory work for refining the Communicating Holy Spirit Pill had been prepared a hundred years ago, only lacking this crucial main ingredient.
"This wretched beast's essence blood is strong. At the very least, this batch should yield seven pills."
Da Kong True Monarch looked at Dustless True Monarch's actions with a slight anticipation.
"Almost, with a bit of luck, it might yield an extra half."
Dustless True Monarch, who had spent a lifetime refining pills, knew well his capabilities. Once the essence blood of the Golden Flame Manticore entered the Pill Furnace, he could already see the pill count.
