In the plaza, the eyes of countless disciples were shining with light. It was not until Severin entered the Alchemy Tower that everyone began to discuss among themselves.
"Is Severin going to have another go at the Alchemy Tower?"
"Severin is now a seventh-grade alchemist and an elder of the sect's Alchemist Hall!"
"Yeah! Could it be that he's trying to enter the eighth floor of the Alchemy Tower?"
"I heard that there's a spiritual treasure from the sect's ancestor on the eighth floor. I wonder whether it's true or not."
"Haha! Doesn't he know how hard it is to enter the eighth floor? Even if Severin is now a seventh-grade alchemist, it'll still be quite difficult for him to enter the eighth floor!"
Following the discussion among the disciples in the plaza, the news that Severin had once again entered the Alchemy Tower quickly spread throughout the sect like wildfire.
After learning that Severin was trying to break through to the eighth floor of the Alchemy Tower, many of Sixth Mountain disciples kept exclaiming with shock. They already found breaking through to the sixth floor hard enough, and yet Severin had set his sights on breaking through to the eighth floor?
Of course, there were many disciples who thought Severin would fail! After all, the Alchemy Tower was built by the ancestor of the sect, and only prodigies in alchemy were able to reach the top floor.
Not to mention, it had only been a short time that Severin had leveled up to become a seventh-grade alchemist. Thus, it would be easier for a camel to pass through the eye of the needle than for him to break through to the eighth floor. While the disciples were debating whether Severin would succeed, he was already inside the seventh floor of the Alchemy Tower.
An empty void appeared before his eyes. Unlike last time, there was no apparition of the sect's ancestor or projection of various spiritual herbs.
With eyes flashing with determination, he took a deep breath and his body emanated a kind of quiet confidence. The next moment, he rose up to the middle of the room in a single step. As he moved, projections of spiritual herbs gradually appeared in the surrounding void. Severin first adjusted his body to make it fill with energy. Then he quickly found the spiritual herbs needed for refining Nimblesense pill from the projections around him, and immediately started refining the pill.
In an instant, flames shot up inside the cauldron, turning it into a sea of burning fire. Severin was not far from the cauldron. His hands were moving so fast that they had become a blur as he kept making one hand seal after another to throw the spiritual hers into the cauldron.
After a moment, a cloud of black smoke erupted out of the illusory cauldron with a loud bang.
'I've failed to refine the pill! What a pity!' thought Severin. He quickly shook off the heavy feelings that came with experiencing failure. After composing himself, he gently waved his hand to re-transform the cauldron to start the next attempt.
He succeeded quickly the second time after applying what he had learned from his failure.
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