Chapter 1292: Returning To The Vientiane World (2/2)
Feng Er and the rest watched as they stood in the distance, and felt like laughing, but managed to keep a straight face.
Huang Xiaolong turned back towards the Pill Blending Tower helplessly. He opened his right palm, and connected his thoughts with the Pill Blending. A second later, the Pill Blending Tower rose into the air and flew towards Huang Xiaolong.
As the Pill Blending Tower flew towards Huang Xiaolong, it shrunk rapidly until it was only a cute, one-foot-tall delicate tower on Huang Xiaolong’s palm.
It was adorable no matter which angle you look at the tower.
The current Pill Blending Tower reminded Huang Xiaolong of the Heavenly King Li Jing from the old myths of his past life. The Pill Blending Tower in his hand was a little similar to that pagoda.
Huang Xiaolong put away the remaining chaos spiritual pills, as was in no hurry to cultivate like the little cow. Instead, he took out all the herbs and elixirs that he had prepared, and then activated the Pill Blending Tower. All of the herbs and elixirs were sucked into the tower.
The Pill Blending Tower churned, crushing the herbs and elixirs, and refining their essences into pellets!
Huang Xiaolong laughed loudly when several lustrous green pellets rolled out from the Pill Blending Tower’s mouth. The Pill Blending Tower had refined the divine pills, just like the little cow had said!
But Huang Xiaolong soon discovered a problem. The Pill Blending Tower required an uninterrupted flow of pure spiritual energy to support it in order to refine pills.
Pure spiritual energy?
Huang Xiaolong extended his hand into the air, in order to condense the grade six spirit stones with the rich spiritual energy from the depths of the void. He had no need to worry about supporting the Pill Blending Tower’s spiritual energy consumption, as he could condense spirit stones from spiritual energy.
It didn’t take long for Huang Xiaolong to condense ten thousand grade six spirit stones. He then placed all of them at the center of the Pill Blending Tower’s grand formation.
When Huang Xiaolong was a hundred percent certain that the Pill Blending Tower could refine any kind of pills, after half a day’s worth of attempts, he was finally confidant to take out the five chaos spiritual herbs: Golden Radiant Needle Mushroom, Blue Flaming Heart Fruit, Nine Petals Spiritual Lightning Lotus, Enigmatic Yang Thistle, Deep Sea Crystal, and other herbs that he had collected over the years to refine the Reverse Incarnation Pill. With this pill he would finally be able to cure Yao Chi’s Heart Devil Blood Curse.
Without blinking, Huang Xiaolong stared apprehensively at the Pill Blending Tower after it had swallowed all the precious herbs into it.
Half a day had passed, when all of a sudden, the Pill Blending Tower emitted a brilliant light as a dozen beautiful golden pills flew out from its mouth.
The Reverse Incarnation Pill was successfully refined!
Huang Xiaolong clenched the Reverse Incarnation Pills tightly in his hand; not only these pills could cure Yao Chi’s Heart Devil Blood Curse, but these pills could also cure similar magic curses and blood curses.
After this, Huang Xiaolong stayed in Stone Buddha City to refine all the chaos spiritual pills he had found in the Pill Blending Tower.
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One year passed by, since Huang Xiaolong had entered seclusion.
During this one year, Huang Xiaolong’s cultivation had risen from peak early Seventh Order to peak mid-Seventh Order Ancient God Realm, extremely close to advancing to late-Seventh Order Ancient God Realm.
A year later, Huang Xiaolong stepped outside his room, and immediately noticed an entirely different air around the little cow. Obviously, her strength had also improved significantly during this period. The void devil beast Xu Baisheng’s speed of recovering his strength was even more shocking, as he had reached the peak of early Sixth Order Ancestor God Realm. Feng Er and the others were startled by this speed.
On the other hand, this one year had been like a worst nightmare for Xiao Zhangyu and Chang Fang.
When Huang Xiaolong saw them again, he almost couldn’t recognize the both of them. They were nothing more than a dirty layer of skin over bones, and they gave off a nauseating stench.
Only a handful of people would dare to stay so long in Stone Buddha City after kidnapping Xiao Zhangyu and Chang Fang, like Huang Xiaolong had done.
‘It’s time to return to the Vientiane World.’ Huang Xiaolong thought to himself. There was less than a year left to the sea tribes’ God of the Sea Grand Ceremony.
Note:
Li Jing (李靖): Originally a high-ranking Shang officer, Li Jing defected to the Zhou forces and became one of Zhou Wu Wang’s leading generals. His greatest joy in life, and burden, was his rebellious third son Nezha. Once, he had severed his relationship with him. For the purpose of controlling Nezha, Li was given a magical pagoda that could instantly imprison most of the beings. Readers familiar with other Asian mythologies will immediately note Li’s resemblance to the Buddhist Guardian Bishamon. Li Jing is also often referred to with his epithet of “Pagoda Bearing Heavenly King.”
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