As the temperature of the magma changed, the originally crimson and red-hot bottom of the pill furnace gradually returned to its original black color.
Inside the pill furnace, the blood aura dissipated, the light threads vanished, and on the blackened bottom of the furnace, more than thirty Blood Pills still formed!
The surface of the Blood Pills was wrapped in faint light threads, flickering like woven silk! They gleamed like over thirty eyes in the darkness!
"Finally, the pills are successfully formed!"
Shang Xiangyu looked up and exhaled a breath of turbid air, and a tear unknowingly slipped from the corner of his eye.
This tear was no longer shed for Shang Xin, but for himself.
Only he truly knew the price he paid to refine this batch of Blood Spring Pills, far more than just the life of his brother.
Pan Yong stepped forward, stood behind Shang Xiangyu, bowed and cupped his fists, and said, "Congratulations, Master Shang, on the great success of this pill!"
