In the quiet chamber.
The residual warmth from the Rank Three Alchemy Furnace lingered, and the lid rested silently on top.
The three of them were all staring at the furnace, unable to tear their eyes away for a moment.
"Have the pills formed..."
Xu Qiuhui's beautiful eyes were filled with excitement.
She was nearly two hundred years old, and limited by her Spirit Root aptitude, the Late-Stage Foundation Establishment was almost the ceiling of her life.
If she couldn't reach Core Formation before two hundred, she would have no hope in this life, only to wait for death, find a Dao partner to start a small family, hoping to leave something for future generations—this was her only fate.
Now, these pills were her last hope.
Li An also showed excitement and anticipation, speaking, "Don't be hasty, don't be hasty! Let the pills nourish, don't affect the quality of their formation..."
