The pill gestation had now reached its final stage. A layer of formations had gradually formed around the medicinal liquid. Under Zhang Xiaohua's barely sustained spiritual sense, that wisp of Samadhi True Fire burned all the way along the boundary between the two masses of medicinal liquid. The liquid boiled violently, like water poured into scorching oil. Zhang Xiaohua knew this was the final critical moment of pill gestation. Not daring to be careless, he sent in another hand seal. A great deal of true qi was immediately drained from his body, while the hand seal slowly set the stagnant medicinal liquid in motion again. As the Samadhi True Fire burned, the starlight at the edges gradually spread between the two masses of liquid.
The medicinal liquid slowly began to rotate, and Zhang Xiaohua's spiritual sense gradually lost sight of the movements within. After a while, the entire mass of liquid expanded and contracted, even swaying somewhat. Zhang Xiaohua's heart skipped a beat. Then, the rotation driven by his hand seals came to a halt as well. The entire mass of medicinal liquid floated silently in the very center of the Eight Trigrams Purple Gold Furnace, while the Samadhi True Fire, so lively just moments before, vanished without a trace.
Zhang Xiaohua stood quietly where he was and swept it with his spiritual sense once more. At this point, he could no longer see anything within the medicinal liquid. The pill gestation was complete.
However, the final stage of pill gestation had consumed quite a bit of Zhang Xiaohua's true qi. Recalling the true qi used at the very beginning to refine the liquid, he did not dare hastily draw the pills. Instead, he sat down cross-legged, took out a yuanstone, and first replenished the true qi in his body.