Su Qiutang harbored ill intentions. If he was really at the seventh tier of the Zongshi realm, he would die the moment he consumed it. As for her saying that she would provide him with at least one Heavenly Spirit Pill or ten-thousand-year-old spiritual medicine every month, it was enough to just listen to her. The value was heaven-defying. No matter how powerful they were, it was impossible for them to do so.
He formed a seal with both hands and circulated the Black Yellow Heaven Opening Art to refine this massive power.
Tens of thousands of golden lights rushed out of his body and lit up the room. A terrifying aura spread out, but it was limited to the room and did not spread out.
As time passed, the Myriad Transforming True Spirit Pill was refined and his cultivation reached a critical point. He was still one step away from breaking through.