Beneath the pill furnace, crimson spiritual flames flickered. Various spiritual herbs shed their useless impurities and were refined into droplets of medicinal liquid infused with a strange fragrance. The medicinal liquid contained the essence of heaven and earth, blending together.
Blood Brow focused with complete concentration, her eyes fixed on the pill furnace as the hand seals in her hands changed without pause.
The medicinal liquid within the furnace floated in midair, its form shifting unpredictably.
Then, without warning.
The medicinal liquid began to contract and rapidly solidify. The rudimentary shape of a pill started to emerge.
At the sight, there was not the slightest trace of joy on Blood Brow's face. Instead, it was filled with deep anxiety.
A faint crack had appeared on the surface of that nascent pill.
Things having reached this point, Blood Brow had no other choice but to grit her teeth and continue refining it, hoping that the crack could mend itself.
Yet heaven did not grant people their wishes.
Not only did the crack fail to heal, it seemed to be torn apart by some invisible force, gradually widening.
Suddenly, a crisp crack rang out.
The pill exploded into fragments, turning into wisps of black smoke.
The Pill Chamber fell deathly silent.
Blood Brow stared blankly at the pill furnace as black smoke curled upward, her eyes filled with unwillingness.
Song Wen consoled her, "Fellow Daoist Blood Brow, it is only the loss of some spiritual herbs. There is no need to take it too much to heart. Once we gather the herbs again, we can simply open the furnace and refine another batch."
Blood Brow fell silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and slowly rose to her feet.
"With my pill-refining skill, I fear I cannot refine the Demon Soul