After returning to the inn, Zhang Tie set up a warning formation and immediately began refining Forging Origin Pills.
Time quietly slipped by amid Zhang Tie's busy work. More than a month passed, and Zhang Tie finally completed all the refining.
With a wave of his hand, he put away the Profound Spirit Pill Tower before letting out a long breath, as though every ounce of strength had been drained from his body at that moment.
Perhaps because he had used witchcraft continuously, Zhang Tie was utterly exhausted. He did not even have time to carefully inspect the pills' quality before collapsing onto the bed and falling into a deep sleep. He slept soundly, only gradually waking on the morning of the third day.
After more than a month of tireless effort, Zhang Tie had finally refined all the spiritual herbs.
He counted them: there were exactly nine hundred top-grade Forging Origin Pills! This was an immense fortune. If others learned that he possessed so many top-grade Forging Origin Pills, even Mahayana stage cultivators would likely be unable to resist coming to seize them.
There was not much time left before the grand auction. Zhang Tie decided to take several Forging Origin Pills first and test their effects. He took out a jade bottle and dumped all nine top-grade Forging Origin Pills inside into his mouth at once.
The moment the pills entered his throat, they melted as swiftly as snow meeting fire, turning into a strange energy that surged wildly through his body like a raging flood.
This energy seemed to possess a will of its own. It roamed through his body as if searching for a suitable outlet through which to release the immense power it contained.
In just a few breaths, the energy charged straight into Zhang