"How are the Ginseng Pills coming along?"
Xia Ping asked. He could hardly wait to get those Ginseng Pills. After taking just one, who knew how many years of cultivation it could add to his body?
He possessed nine seas of consciousness. Every time he advanced a minor realm, it was more than a hundred times harder than for ordinary people. Without the aid of such pills, he would have to spend an enormous amount of time.
"They'll need several more months before they're finished. There are many steps involved, and every spiritual herb has to be refined properly," Green Ox replied, indicating that a considerable wait still remained.
Xia Ping nodded. He understood as well. Pill refinement was an extremely difficult matter; even somewhat precious pills required more than three months to refine.
If it were a saint-grade pill, taking over a hundred years to refine it would be perfectly normal.
"Right, has anything happened in the Map of Heavens' Creation these past few days?"
After learning what had happened in the Mountain River Bead, Xia Ping wanted to know what was going on outside. He had been in seclusion for so long that information from the outside world had become severely cut off.
More importantly, in a few days, he would have to leave the Map of Heavens' Creation. He still had not obtained the famed saint-grade Creation Pill of this place.
Of course, now that he had acquired these Ginseng Fruit Trees, it would not be a major problem even if he failed to obtain the Creation Pill.
"Nothing particularly unusual has happened. There has also been no news of the Creation Pill being born. Or perhaps it has already appeared, but someone has deliberately concealed it—after all, it is a supreme treasure," Green Ox said gravely.