Refining High-Grade Pills—especially spirit pills like Tier 8 or even Tier 9 that touched upon the laws of heaven and earth—was absolutely not something that could be accomplished overnight.
To the Alchemy Grandmasters on the square, who had long since fused their years with their Medicinal Cauldrons, spending ten days or half a month on a single refinement, or even longer, was nothing more than ordinary.
Thus, as the days passed one after another, the surrounding crowd not only showed not the slightest impatience, but watched with keen interest, sometimes exchanging quiet words, sometimes focusing their minds to comprehend.
As the saying went, outsiders watched the spectacle while insiders saw the skill. To them, this was not a dull wait, but a visual and spiritual feast that gathered the top alchemical wisdom and techniques of the continent.
Every subtle adjustment of the flames, every extraction and fusion of Medicinal Material Essence, every balancing and resolving of the slightest conflict in medicinal properties contained endless profundities and knowledge, enough for them to ponder again and again and gain no small benefit.
Time flowed silently, and in the blink of an eye, five days had passed.
During these five days, not everyone had smooth sailing. The path of pill refinement was filled with variables and risks to begin with.
During this period, violent and chaotic Energy Fluctuations came from within several Medicinal Cauldrons one after another. This was caused by different medicinal properties failing to fuse perfectly, their conflicts intensifying.
Immediately after came muffled "pfft" sounds or low Explosion Sounds. The painstakingly refined Medicinal Material Essence within the cauldrons was instantly destroyed by the berserk energy, turning into a wisp of green smoke or charred black residue, announcing the failure of an attempt.
However, in the face of these failures, the white-haired