Fan Wuji stared at the Soul Condensing Pill in his hand with a steely gaze.
This was one of the proudest achievements of his life.
Even the first time he successfully concocted a Sixth Grade Elixir Pill did not excite him as much as today.
This pill was also suffused with a sentiment of vengeance.
Unable to control his emotions, Fan Wuji burst into wild laughter—
"Hahaha...hahaha..."
"Who would have thought, I actually managed to create a Seventh Grade Elixir Pill. Even though I lost Essence Blood, I feel—it's worth it!"
"As long as I can avenge my disciple, I'm willing to pay any price!"
These words were spoken from the bottom of his heart.
This was a pill he had painstakingly obtained at the cost of his lifespan. Would he feel at ease just giving it to someone else?
So the question arises—
Whom should he give this exceptional pill to in the end?
He himself was already old and no longer suitable for cultivation, nor could he achieve Heavenly Position Level strength.
