An hour later, Wang Wu announced that he had cultivated a Ninth Rank Creation Ice Spirit Pill!
At this point, his Third Sequence already contained three Creation Spirit Pills.
The first was a hegemon-level Eighth Rank Creation Fire Spirit Pill, on the verge of advancing to Seventh Rank, separated by only a thin sheet of window paper. Its power had been weakened and siphoned away many times, even used to support Demon Consort Ruyi's Wind Spirit Pill.
The second was the Ninth Rank Creation Gold Spirit Pill that had fused with the White Tiger Formation Talisman after the Five Aggregates Kitten Formation had been successfully deployed.
With this one added, the Third Sequence had finally stabilized. If the Wishful Wind Spirit Pill and Wishful Wood Spirit Pill also advanced to the Creation Layer in the future, then even if he was not Taiyi, he would still be Taiyi.
This was the rebellion Wang Wu spoke of: the Dao had not yet arrived, but the law had gone ahead.
Fortunately, it was no major problem. He had only gained another three thousand years of lifespan.
Haha!
Wang Wu laughed three times in his heart, feeling quite gratified.
The Third Sequence was the white glove he intended to show others.
It was the storefront.
The First Sequence was the black glove he intended to leave for others to rack their brains and painstakingly uncover.
Only the Second Sequence was the very model of a master warrior who won great victories without leaving behind resounding fame.
Thus, a mere Ice Spirit Pill advancing to Creation was nothing worth fussing over.
"It seems the matter of trait Spirit Tax has been resolved, but this must be classified as top secret. No one can speak of it. Or we need an excuse that can muddle