Chapter 1962: Just Shy of the Tenth Metamorphosis

Refining an Ancient Body-Tempering Pill was, to any alchemist, a monstrous undertaking. It involved three hundred supreme treasures of the Dao. No one would ever dare light the furnace without preparing every last one to perfection. For Titus Xiao, it was his first time refining it. It would not be his last. His comprehension outstripped most by a wide margin, and with the Ancient Wilderness bolstering him, he had still only reached the eighth metamorphosis. Of course, that was partly because he...