Just moments before, the dough had been perfectly fine, but now it had completely rotted and become unusable.
“As you can see, this is the situation.”
“…Yes, I can tell from looking.”
In this state, forget about making a spirit pill; you couldn’t do anything with it.
Moreover, just looking at the amount of dough in the room, I could tell how many failures there had been.
‘If it’s like this, how much money does it cost to make one attempt?’
It’s not like just one or two expensive herbs are going into it.
‘At this level, it would have been better to just clump it together and eat it as is right before.’
I don’t know much about spirit pills, but the intact dough I saw earlier was of considerable quality.
Compared to Shaolin’s Great Rejuvenation Pill, it might be a bit lacking, but better than the Small Rejuvenation Pill.
Even that would make it an incredible spirit pill.
‘Of course, the Poison King couldn’t be satisfied with that.’
The Poison King had already seen the long-lost Poison Heavenly Pill with his own eyes.
How could he forget that absurd brilliance?
A spirit pill comparable to the Great Rejuvenation Pill.
Having seen that right in front…