Published: November 30, -0001
Qin Chen's cultivation level was only at the peak late stage of the Human Level, but his mental strength had already reached the late stage of the Earth Level. Coupled with the assistance of the Qinglian Demon Flame and his previous experience in alchemy, he was well-prepared.
An hour later, a rich medicinal fragrance spread throughout the underground ruins.
This fragrance was unprecedented, even surpassing some seventh-grade royal elixirs, intoxicating Qin Chen greatly.
"Truly worthy of the elixir refined from the Ten-Thousand-Year Bitter Rhythm Herb."
Qin Chen was astonished; the intensity of the scent alone showcased how formidable the Ten-Thousand-Year Bitter Rhythm Herb was. It's important to note that in the Tianwu Continent, the Bitter Rhythm Herb only belonged to the category of six-grade spiritual herbs. No matter how long it aged, its tier would not change.
As the refining progressed to this point, it belonged to the final stages. Qin Chen did not dare to be careless and carefully controlled the integration of the Qinglian Demon Flame with the medicinal properties in the furnace, then activated the Collecting Pill Technique for the final step of pill formation.
"Boom!"
Moments later, the lid of the furnace burst open.
In an instant, a vast expanse of purple mist soared into the sky, enveloping the entire underground ruins in a dreamy purple haze, like a celestial realm.
Amidst the fragrant aroma, the purple mist dissipated.
Twelve pills radiating brilliant purple light rolled into Qin Chen's hands. Each one was plump and round, smooth and translucent, almost perfect.
"Unexpectedly, twelve perfect pills have formed."
Qin Chen was overjoyed.
In the alchemy world, a single spiritual herb can yield a maximum of twelve perfect pills. Some alchemists, using the same spiritual herb, might only succeed with nine pills in a single furnace, while others might produce only six, three, or even just one.
Now, this furnace of Bitter Rhythm Herb had produced twelve pills, which was the maximum quantity.
What delighted Qin Chen even more was that among these twelve pills, three were special types, while the remaining nine were of high quality. Such a perfect refinement was something Qin Chen himself did not initially expect.
"Since the Bitter Rhythm Pill has been refined, I should break through right here in the underground ruins. It's been a while; I wonder how the Black Slave is doing."
The Black Slave had drawn away Liu Ze of the Gu Feng Chamber of Commerce and the Bloodthirsty Demon, Jiu Mo Xin. Even though he possessed the Heavenly Demon Banner, Qin Chen was quite worried and needed to provide support as soon as possible.
Immediately, Qin Chen sat cross-legged in the underground ruins and piled all the true stones he had beside him.
After killing multiple Divine Level Martial Realm practitioners, the amount of true stones on Qin Chen had reached an astonishing figure. Even the mid-grade true stones were not in short supply, and the vast accumulation of true stones surrounded Qin Chen with their powerful true energy.
Then, Qin Chen set up a fifth-grade Gathering Spirit Array outside the true stones. After finishing all this, he sat in the middle of the true stones and swallowed one Bitter Rhythm Pill.
Pop!
As that Bitter Rhythm Pill entered his stomach, Qin Chen felt as if his body was igniting, a powerful force instantly transforming into astonishing medicinal power that surged into his limbs and bones.
In an instant, Qin Chen felt that every cell in his body was burning.
"Ah!"
The intense medicinal power made him let out a low groan.
At this moment, Qin Chen felt his body being torn apart madly, every cell seemed to burst open. However, after the excruciating pain, there was no weakness; rather, he experienced an unprecedented sense of clarity that enveloped his whole being.
If someone were to stand outside at this moment, they would see black, muddy filth slowly seeping from Qin Chen's body. Apart from this foul-smelling muck, wisps of black smoke also dispersed into the air.