"Yao Yichen, Shen Hong, Hun Mu, Ling Zixi... those four are probably all charging toward the most fearsome tier of celestial grade seventh-tier pills. They really are brimming with ambition. But a lightning tribulation of that level is no trifling threat, either. Do they have something to rely on?" Xiao Yan could not help glancing at the figures on the other nine peaks out of the corner of his eye as he spoke.
Among those on the nine peaks, he knew only those four. Although the intense fluctuations within their medicinal cauldrons were not as fierce as those within his own, they were among the few forces worthy of his attention, greatly increasing the pressure on him.
After he finished refining the medicinal ingredients, the dou qi within Xiao Yan actually began to flag. Worse still, because of the earlier interference from the forbidden technique, coupled with the lightning tribulations now appearing one after another, the heaven and earth energy throughout the mountain range and Spirit Valley had become frighteningly thin. Xiao Yan was worried that some crisis might arise midway through his pill refinement. After all, refining pills also required an immense supply of dou qi.
"With that wisp of holy qi, I should just barely be able to form the pill, letting it leap from quasi-saint grade into the ranks of true saint grade medicinal pills," Xiao Yan reassured himself, setting aside any thoughts of how ferocious a saint grade eighth-tier lightning tribulation would be.
"Let the fusion begin." Shutting out all distractions, Xiao Yan closed his eyes and steadied his mind. He released what little dou qi and soul power remained within him, sending them into the cauldron formed from the Amber Rock Soul Fire and tightly enveloping the six masses of refined ingredients. Naturally, his purpose