A Desperate Gamble, Spirit Light Entering Dreams

"Master, keep trying. Maybe you can still refine it!"

Black Dragon floated beside Yang Chan and spoke slowly.

In truth, Black Dragon himself did not hold much hope for this. He also knew that alchemy skill was difficult to improve greatly in such a short time.

It was already exceedingly difficult for Yang Chan to refine the White Jade Nether Marrow Pill. Crossing another level to refine the Purple Origin Blood Transformation Pill would be far too difficult.

But at a time like this, Black Dragon naturally could not tell him to give up directly. He could only have Yang Chan continue trying.

After all, there was still a chance if he tried. If he gave up directly, there would not even be a chance. Black Dragon understood this clearly.

"Mm, I'll try again!"

Yang Chan had no other choice, because he would not choose to give up. The only path before him was refining the Purple Origin Blood Transformation Pill!

After taking a deep breath, Yang Chan looked toward the Spiritual Materials he had prepared earlier. He had arranged them according to the proportions in his memories, but he was not very confident that he could succeed.

Now, he could only smash the cauldrons and sink the boats, staking everything on a single throw!

He would do all he could. As for the result, that was no longer within his control.

The earthfire blazed up again, and the alchemy furnace began to heat. Following the memories fed back to him, Yang Chan placed the Spiritual Materials step by step.

The initial stages went very smoothly. The early difficulty was not high, but as it progressed, the difficulty rose. This was the true test of Yang Chan's alchemy skill.

"Failed!"

Yang Chan's brows furrowed slightly, because he caught the smell