Next was the Dragon Saliva Grass.
This item was utterly different from the Swaying Grass. Its entire body was crimson red, shaped like a coiling Flood Dragon, and the moment it was tossed into the pill furnace, it released a violent medicinal potency.
A deep humming tremor immediately rang out from within the pill furnace, as though a True Dragon were tossing and struggling inside.
Bao Yun's expression tightened. He slammed his right hand onto the pill furnace, sending a hand seal into it. The Seven Stars formation blazed brilliantly, ruthlessly suppressing that violent force.
"Refine for me!"
Bao Yun clenched his teeth as the pill flame within the furnace changed once more, transforming into threadlike wisps of fire that wound around the Dragon Saliva Grass and refined it bit by bit.
The medicinal potency of the Dragon Saliva Grass was extraordinarily stubborn. Stripping away each wisp of its medicinal power was like wrestling a True Dragon.
The veins on Bao Yun's forehead bulged, his immortal essence draining away like flowing water, yet he did not dare relax in the slightest.
At last, the Dragon Saliva Grass transformed into a drop of reddish-gold liquid, echoing from afar with the emerald-green essence of the Swaying Grass.
Yet their natures were completely opposed—one gentle, one violent. Within the pill furnace, they faintly confronted one another, neither daring to approach the other.
Bao Yun knew that the most difficult step had arrived.
He turned his gaze to the Seven-Colored Lotus.
The entire flower radiated seven-colored glimmers. Its petals lay in layer upon layer, each one a different color.
This was the key to harmonizing yin and yang and merging the medicinal properties. Without it, the medicinal potencies of the Swaying Grass and Dragon Saliva Grass could never coexist.
The instant the Seven-Colored Lotus