This pill-refining session lasted far longer than Li Moxun had expected.
When he opened his eyes again, even he could not say how much time had passed.
By then, this cramped space—or rather, this small secret realm—had been filled with all kinds of bizarre poisonous mist.
As the Spirit Herbs were continuously refined, they released layer upon layer of toxic aura that spread through the surroundings like a tide.
The poisonous mist shimmered in dazzling, uncanny colors, like countless shards of broken glass slowly flowing through the air.
It rolled soundlessly, and from time to time, faint hissing sounds came from within the mist, as though even the air itself was being corroded.
If this poisonous mist leaked outside, even the slightest contact would probably kill weaker soul masters on the spot.
The scene was somewhat similar to the outer defenses of the Icefire Yin Yang Well, but the difference was that those Spirit Herbs actively released their aura to form a barrier.
Li Moxun, however, had directly refined all of them, forcefully creating this poisonous mist in a far more domineering manner.
This was only the result of refining century-old Spirit Herbs, yet even from this single attempt, Li Moxun's gains were already astonishing.
With a light tap of his finger, the lid of the pill furnace slowly opened, and a completely white pill emerged from within.
The pill's surface was smooth as a mirror, without the slightest impurity, yet it refracted countless tiny rays of light under the illumination.
The pill was not truly pure white all over. That was merely how it appeared on the surface.
Whenever light shone upon it, every part of it revealed an extremely strange color.
Those colors constantly mingled and shifted, creating an indescribably eerie feeling at first glance.
Li Moxun raised