Coming to his senses, Jericho staggered a step back and looked at the pill furnace that had collapsed again in front of him. He still couldn't believe it. The refining difficulty of this Spiritual Recovery Pill was clearly not too high. Why did he fail twice in a row?
More importantly, he didn't know what went wrong.
He thought about it carefully and did not feel that any of the steps were wrong. But if the steps were not wrong, how could the current situation appear?
"There's something strange inside! It's impossible. It's not a saint-level pill, nor does it contain the materials that are particularly difficult to deal with. How can I fail twice in a row? There must be something wrong!"
Jericho looked at the old man from the Sky Cauldron Pavilion. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was amiss.