"Small Pill Tower—that was the sacred land in the hearts of all alchemists across the Dou Qi Continent..."
Yao Lao stroked his beard gently, his eyes carrying traces of nostalgia and reminiscence. "With this old man's current alchemical skill, I still am not qualified to join it."
There was only one criterion for becoming an Eight-Rank Alchemist: successfully refining an Eighth-Rank Pill. But refining an Eighth-Rank Pill was simply far too difficult!
First, one's soul power had to reach the Heavenly Realm! If one's soul power failed to meet the standard and was not strong enough, then during the refinement process, there was simply no way to control the terrifyingly potent medicinal energy of an Eighth-Rank Pill. In the end, one would fail to achieve Pill Fusion and could only suffer an exploding furnace!
And that was only one requirement. The rest were just as stringent. Thus, alchemists capable of refining Eighth-Rank Pills generally possessed Dou Sheng cultivation. Those who could refine an Eighth-Rank Pill with only Dou Zong cultivation...
Were rare throughout history!
Yao Lao was currently only a Venerable and had yet to reach the Dou Sheng realm. Though his alchemy had reached the pinnacle and he had an extremely high success rate with Seven Rank Nine Colors pills, he still could not refine an Eighth-Rank Pill. It was like an impassable chasm.
He had forcefully attempted it before, but at the final stage, he had been unable to maintain control. The pill had directly caused the furnace to explode, wasting many precious medicinal ingredients for nothing!
"I have also heard of those old guys in the Small Pill Tower. They are all a bunch of alchemy fanatics, wholly devoted to the path of alchemy and unconcerned with worldly affairs."
Yao Lao shook his head and sighed, then