But Ning Fa was not satisfied, because his goal was to refine a Soul-Bending Pill with a Dao Pattern.
Thus, Ning Fa began repeatedly using the Heavenly Book to trace things back to their origins. Although each tracing required around ten Third-Tier Origin Points, Ning Fa did not care.
Another month passed.
The pill chamber had been sealed for a long time. Ning Fa looked somewhat disheveled, and even his eyes were bloodshot.
He looked at the pill furnace before him, wreathed in rosy light, and an excited look could not help but surface in his eyes. He had a premonition that this time, success was very likely.
As Ning Fa cast his final Hand Seal, the pill furnace opened, and a streak of rosy light shot out, about to flee to one side.
But with a flash of silver light, a giant hand had already seized it. The ball of radiant light trembled violently, seeming extraordinarily spiritual.
Ning Fa shook his hand, and the ball of radiant light slowly dispersed, revealing a round, deep azure pill that emitted a peculiar aura.
Merely taking a whiff made one's divine soul feel as though it had been immersed in a hot spring, incomparably comfortable.
Moreover, upon the surface of the pill was a mysterious Dao Pattern that seemed to have been formed by nature itself.
Ning Fa picked up the pill and examined it closely, especially that mysterious Dao Pattern.
He could not help but burst into loud laughter. The three to four hundred Origin Points he had spent tracing things back to their origins had not been wasted. He had finally refined a Soul-Bending Pill with a Dao Pattern.
Ning Fa carefully put away the pill. Then, without wasting a moment, he vanished from the cave abode in a flash