The pockmarked Elixir floated quietly inside the Pill Furnace. If this were a Sixth Grade Elixir, all it would need is to be continuously warmed by the flame. Refining a Seventh Grade Elixir, however, required using Spiritual Qi to shape it and perform a Spirit Infusion.
Shen Haoran took a deep breath, his gaze gradually growing focused. His immense Spiritual Thought began to slowly envelop the pockmarked elixir. He was extremely careful, as if tending to a newborn child, terrified of making the slightest mistake.
His Spiritual Thought enveloped the pockmarked Elixir as faint Spiritual Qi began to pour into it. As Shen Haoran's Spiritual Qi flowed in, the uneven Elixir slowly started to become smooth and round. Its pockmarked surface began to fill out, and a faint medicinal aroma drifted up from within the Pill Furnace.
