Taiqing Dongtian, Bronze City.
Zhang Bin was diligently crafting elixirs in a room.
A strange fragrance was also wafting through the air.
"Boom boom boom..."
Layers of dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky.
Then, blinding white thunderbolts came crashing down.
Although this was the lowest level of heavenly tribulation.
It indicated the Dragon Soul Pill being crafted was extraordinarily defiant against the heavens.
Comparable to the heaven-defying Nascent Soul Pill.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
Nine pills flew out in succession, each enduring the thunderous strikes, then fell, captured by Zhang Bin's hand.
"Hehehe... The Dragon Soul Pill is finally crafted."
Zhang Bin's face was lit with intense joy.
Without any delay, he immediately consumed one pill.
Cross-legged, he began to cultivate diligently.
The elixir transformed into extremely pure medicinal power, most of which surged into the Moon Palace, absorbed and refined by Zhang Bin's soul.
