Two days had passed, and the cultivation of the Poison Insect began around twelve noon.
Inside the Ancient Building, Su Ningyan took a knife and slashed her palm open.
The drops of fresh blood fell into the jade dish, causing Zhuo Junyue's heart to ache.
After about half a bowl had been collected, the old lady nodded, signaling them to step aside.
Today, the old lady had donned their Spirit clan's most solemn attire, resembling a great high priest.
Lin Zishuang stood by her side, assisting with an equally solemn expression.
This type of Poison Insect was much harder to cultivate than the Spirit Poison, and with the addition of Blurry Grass and Coffin Shadow Grass, it could only be used once.
Therefore, the success of this cultivation was the only option, failure was not permitted.
The ceremony continued for two hours, with all the materials being placed inside the jade dish.
The old lady's face had grown tired, and Lin Zishuang hurried to help her sit aside.