In the blink of an eye, more than half an hour had passed. Everyone watched Wang Xuan's fluid and smooth alchemy skill as they finally awaited the final stage.
"It's time for Nascent Soul Formation. The quality of the pills depends on this key point!" Feng Daozi's eyes were full of anticipation.
If Wang Xuan failed, not only would he lose face, but Feng Daozi's reputation would also suffer, as he had boasted outside, claiming Wang Xuan as a rare genius.
"Now is the time." A few minutes ago, Wang Xuan had already completed the preliminary work for the Inner Strength Pill and began the prolonged simmering process.
He focused his mind on the first pill furnace, where a glob of liquid medicine flowed and churned, entirely milky white. Wang Xuan could tell with a glance that he had done an excellent job previously; all necessary ingredients were refined, and impurities were minimal.
