Moon Gazing Island had returned to its former tranquility.
Although he had advanced to a Tier 3 Spirit Plant Grandmaster, people still came to visit him, though they were few and all from major powers.
Now that Qin Ming had achieved the Golden Core Stage, those minor factions and low-level cultivators knew their place.
Thus, Qin Ming was granted some peace and quiet. These days, aside from his daily cultivation and farming, he spent his time refining pills.
He spent nearly half a year using the three portions of spirit materials he had exchanged from Wei Wuyai to refine three more batches of Dustfall Pills.
A total of sixteen pills were produced, four of which were premium quality.
These pills were enough to sustain Qin Ming's daily cultivation for quite a long time.
Spiritual pills that other Golden Core Ancestors dreamed of obtaining were piled up by the handful in his possession.
It left him with an indescribable sense of sentiment.
"I can't finish them. I simply can't finish them."
"At most, I can take five Dustfall Pills before my resistance to the medicine grows stronger. The excess pills can be traded with cultivators of the same rank for scarce resources."
Inside his cave abode, Qin Ming took out a premium Dustfall Pill and swallowed it, then began cultivating.
A stream of pure medicinal power, like a clear current, flowed through his limbs and bones.
In an instant, Qin Ming felt a serene calm settle over his mind, a fresh and transcendent feeling as though the dust and roots of worldly tribulations had been washed away.
In the unseen depths, his state of mind underwent a tremendous transformation, like a radiant full moon—pure and untainted, impervious to all demons.
At the same time, the Dustfall Pill's medicinal power reached its