"Open."
Wang Tian stared fixedly at the pill furnace before him. The flames on its surface vanished in an instant, and the entire furnace opened at once.
A rich medicinal fragrance spread outward from within.
Above the furnace, a multicolored cloud of celebration had actually appeared, continuously scattering raindrops that fell into the pill furnace.
Wang Tian walked over with a confident expression, then looked into the furnace.
Inside lay five round pills, white and lustrous as jade. Eight distinctive patterns covered their surfaces, and soft white light radiated around them.
They looked exceedingly miraculous.
Yet the moment Wang Tian saw the pills, a flash of disappointment passed through his eyes.
"Sigh, eight patterns. What a pity. If I could use the Nine Provinces Cauldron, I could certainly refine a nine-pattern sacred pill."
Wang Tian clenched his hand, unwillingness flashing through his eyes.
The lower a pill's grade, the easier it was to refine, and the easier it was for pill patterns to take shape.
Forming a pill was merely the most basic step. Pill patterns represented a pill's quality.
A one-pattern pill was twice as effective as a pill without patterns and contained less pill toxin. A two-pattern pill was twice as effective as a one-pattern pill, with correspondingly even less pill toxin.
And so on, all the way to the nine-pattern sacred pill.
Nine-pattern sacred pills were pills of legend. Such pills contained not the slightest trace of pill toxin.
As the saying went, every medicine carried three parts poison. Yet theoretically, nine-pattern sacred pills had no pill toxin at all. Even if one ate them like candy pellets, no pill toxin would accumulate within the body.
Those were the true treasures.
Even an ordinary Clear Mind Pill, so long as it possessed nine patterns, would be enough