The pill was roughly the size of a longan, its glossy, perfectly rounded surface colored black and red. Against his palm, one side felt cool and the other warm, a remarkably pleasant sensation.
As Xiao Yan looked at the pill in his hand, a trace of satisfaction appeared in his eyes. Successfully refining this Yin-Yang Life Soul Pill meant that his Alchemy Technique had truly reached the pinnacle of the seventh rank.
Of course, even among alchemists at the pinnacle of the seventh rank, the gap could sometimes be enormous.
After all, a pill that one person could refine with two sets of ingredients might take another four or even five sets.
That alone made it immediately clear who was superior.
The main reason Xiao Yan could now refine a peak seventh-rank pill was the assistance of his heavenly flames. Without them, he might still have faced a considerable failure rate even when refining a high-grade seventh-rank pill.
But now that all the necessary tools were in place, he only needed to refine more pills to quickly consolidate his abilities at this level.
And once his Alchemy Technique had fully matured, it would be time to challenge the eighth tier.
With these thoughts in mind, Xiao Yan placed the red-and-black pill into a jade bottle.
In the distance, Yun Potian, who was floating above his own spirit tablet, stared with his eyes wide.
That was the key to his resurrection!
By the time Xiao Yan put away the Yin-Yang Life Soul Pill, the thunderclouds overhead had already dispersed completely.
At that very moment, a ray of dawn sunlight broke through the stillness of the night.
Having finished refining the pill, Xiao Yan surveyed his surroundings before finally resting his gaze on the spectators.
"Everyone!" Xiao Yan smiled faintly, then spoke.