The sun rose in the east and set in the west, and time slowly passed.
One day, Chaoyang Mountain, Chen Mu's underground chamber.
With a hum like a bronze bell being struck, the lid of the pitch-black Primal Chaos Furnace shot into the air with a bang.
Pills the size of longans, crystalline as jade and blue-green in color, flew out one after another, lining up to dive into a fist-sized white porcelain bottle.
Chen Mu cheerfully held the bottle in his left hand. Once it was full, he skillfully sealed it with a wooden stopper and beeswax, then took out another identical porcelain bottle to continue filling and sealing it.
"Limit-tier Alchemy really lives up to its name."
He had pondered the refining method for the Nine-Four Foundation Cultivation Pill for years. Today, he had finally raised it to the limit. The one hundred percent pill success rate alone saved him a great deal of time.
With the materials he had accumulated earlier and the Primal Chaos Great Pill Furnace, all of them had been refined into pills after only three batches.
"If some special circumstance prevents me from brewing Return Vitality Soup, these one hundred and thirty-two Foundation Cultivation Pills will keep my cultivation from being delayed."
Chen Mu happily cleaned the Pill Furnace.
As he worked, he considered making a late-night snack to celebrate.
The Five Ghosts Paper Figure suddenly flew to his side.
Then, a long, resonant cry came to his ears without warning.
The sound was lingering and profound, like the long call of a deep-sea whale from his past life, making his body and mind tremble involuntarily.
"What the hell was that?!"
The True Hearing Technique surged forth, invisible ripples spreading in all directions.
Yet apart from the occasional chirping of insects and birds,