"A Holy Pill? That requires ten percent skill, twenty percent materials, and seventy percent divine providence. Holy Pills aren't something you can just conjure up at will. When a Holy Pill is successfully forged, thunder tribulations descend from the nine heavens, the earth crumbles, and all living things wail; the Heavenly Dao demands the souls of billions of sentient beings as a sacrifice! Whether a Holy Pill can be forged depends on immense fortuitous encounters."
Chengzi slowly looked up and said this to Qi Xinghe.
It seemed that whenever the topic turned to alchemy, the dullness in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by a glow of sophistication and self-assurance.
Chapter 1108