As time ticked by, three days had passed within the Ancient Space, and the mountainous pile of herbs beside An Yiqing had noticeably diminished at a visible rate. Beside her was a porcelain bowl the size of a beggar's bowl, filled with many successfully refined Lifeblood Pills.
The progress of refining the pills was going exceptionally smoothly, and in just one day, An Yiqing managed to refine a hundred and twenty pills!
Her face was now somewhat pale after a full day of nonstop movements repeated in the process of alchemy, with the Internal Breath Flame in the palm of her hands unceasing. If it wasn't for her strong spiritual power and Inner Breath cultivated since childhood, her body would have likely dried up by now.
As a new batch of Lifeblood Pills was completed, An Yiqing extinguished the Internal Breath Flame in her hands and conjured a small porcelain bottle out of thin air. She then stuffed all the pills from the bottle into her mouth and swallowed them down.
