Nine Turns, Mutation, and Clearing the Trial

The Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill—was the flame's intensity different for each turn? Or did the flames shine with a different light each time?

After being refined twice, a batch of spiritual herbs had actually taken the shape of a little tree.

Or should the fire used for the third turn be a little weaker than before?

Ji Ji?

Wei Ji?

Could refining a batch of spiritual herbs really have something to do with the laws of heaven and earth?

Wang Xian's breathing grew increasingly ragged. He controlled the flames with both hands, and the fire in the furnace seemed on the verge of going out at any moment.

But no—look closely, and the flames that seemed about to die could roar back to life at any moment.

In an instant, Tang Tian's image appeared before his eyes.

Then he saw the old man Huangfu, sitting beneath a tree in Huiwen City.

Tang Tian was Ji Ji, and Wang Xian was Wei Ji.

The first hexagram was a blazing fire; the next was a fire on the verge of dying.

One turn, two turns... seven... eight.

At that moment, Wang Xian seemed to have become a tree.

No, he should have become a divine dragon, merging with the dragon on the little cauldron.

His mind and spirit revolved slowly around the medicine cauldron. As the pill took shape, the passing of time and the changes in the flame's intensity made it shine eight times.

Looking closely, another little tree appeared on the cauldron.

But the tree flickered between blurry and clear, as if the little tree and the divine dragon kept alternating on its surface.

Wang Xian's mind trembled. Refining pills for the second time was as difficult for him as climbing to the heavens.

It gave him a deeper understanding and