Bai Yu gathered his thoughts and slowly voiced his doubts. Regarding ninth-grade great medicines, he had always felt that magical power was not the primary factor in forming the pill.
From Yan Lingxi's words, he had clearly overlooked something.
The Spirit Emperor silently listened to Bai Yu's words. Only after a long while did she speak.
"I do not understand the refinement of great medicines."
"In my era, although ninth-grade Great Apothecaries were rare, they were not nonexistent."
"There is one flaw in your conception. Apart from being divided into low, middle, and high grades, ninth-grade great medicines also possess two distinct qualities."
"Mystic pills and sacred pills."
"And the way to distinguish a mystic pill from a sacred pill is to look at the spirit of the ninth-grade great medicine."
"When a great medicine gains sentience, a mystic pill is like constructing a new life from nothingness. It has its own consciousness, even its own thoughts, yet it never escapes the scope of medicine."
"But a ninth-grade sacred pill has already completely transcended the scope of medicine. It is both medicine and a heaven's chosen prodigy that can only be encountered by chance. Your guess was correct: beginning at the high level of mystic pills, great medicines can cultivate on their own. Once they advance into sacred pills, their talent will only grow higher and higher."
"The value of a sacred pill rivals that of an imperial artifact!"
"So, not to mention that you cannot refine one now—even if you enter the Mahayana realm, unless you break through to the fifth level of Mahayana, you will have no way to refine such a great medicine."
The Spirit Emperor spoke slowly.
Everything she said was common knowledge, but in this era, all records concerning ninth-grade great medicines had completely vanished.