Qin Yu’s expression turned cold. These words were obviously spoken to him as a warning. It looked as though he could only deliberately fail once or twice in the refining process, otherwise things would become troublesome.

At most, he would be able to delay for another half month…that damned world killing tribulation, when was it going to come!?

Qin Yu cursed inwardly. After a long moment he took a deep breath and suppressed his tumbling emotions. Then, he took out the Ninth Province as well as the necessary materials from his storage ring.

When failing in the refinement of the Revival Good Fortune Pill, the most obvious sign was the loss of a cultivator’s vitality and lifespan. So he really needed to start refining it to at least appear like he was trying.

The ‘pill recipe’ appeared in his mind. Although it was called a pill recipe, the truth was that this wasn’t too accurate. To be more precise, it was pure mental fluctuations. Only the cultivator that perceived this to begin with could genuinely understand it and the countless myriad meanings behind it. Otherwise, even if he were to repeat the ‘pill recipe’ again and again until he got sick of it, he still wouldn’t be able to teach someone the method of refining it. This was because a person’s consciousness was the hardest thing to...