The Yang God Pill possessed an endless stream of power, so the moment it began transmitting energy, Xianli entered the state of forming her Core. Although I could not see what was happening inside her from such a distance, it was easy to imagine that the grade of her Core formation was extremely high. At the very least, she would form a third-grade Golden Core or higher. For forming a Core through medicinal power, this was already an extraordinary level.
After all, cultivators often relied on the attributes of spirit beasts to assist in forming their Cores. If the spirit beast's inner core was powerful enough and of a high enough grade, the grade of the Core formed would also be higher. But now, using only sheep-dropping pellets to gather the six elemental spirit-root attributes, the grade depended entirely on the strength of Little Swallow's spirit meridians.
And on the foundation of a third-grade Core, the clouds around us began to churn because of the energy's transformation. The overwhelming dark clouds gathered thicker and thicker, yet they seemed to show signs of surging toward a second-grade Golden Core.
"Um... what should I do? Dongren... It seems I can still draw on more power to form my Core, but if I keep going and fail, I'm afraid that when the heavenly lightning descends, it'll be an extremely fierce tribulation." Xianli looked at me fearfully.
It seemed that a six-attribute Yang God Pill was truly formidable. It could actually push her toward a second-grade Golden Core. Her meaning was simple: the higher the grade of the Core formed, the more terrifying the celestial phenomenon it summoned. If she failed to form it, the result would be the descent of a heavenly tribulation. By then, even the heavenly lightning for a third-grade Core