There are countless differences among cultivators, and naturally, there are also good and bad Golden Cores.

From lowest to highest grade, they are divided into: low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade, and top-grade.

Ordinary cultivators are grateful to condense a low-grade Golden Core, but to transform into a Nascent Soul, they must have a mid-grade Golden Core or higher. However, even condensing a mid-grade Golden Core can make one a hero of their time.

Only the most outstanding geniuses of major sects can form a superior Golden Core.

As for top-grade Golden Cores, they are extremely rare. Even the Divine Sword Sect has only produced one top-grade Golden Core in five hundred years: Xia Anyu.

Legend has it that above the highest grade Golden Elixir, there exists a Perfect Golden Elixir, which is so rare that it is now considered a legend.

"To be absolutely sure, I'd better prepare a Dao Integration Pill."

Chen Tianwen was confident that he could form a top-grade golden elixir right now.

But if he had the Dao Integration Pill, he was confident that he could condense an even higher-grade, top-quality Golden Core, or even... the legendary Perfect Golden Core!

Chen Tianwen lowered his head and pondered.

...

The next day, as soon as it got light.

The entire Zhu Pavilion was once again plunged into the gloom of everyone suffering because the Pharmacist Brother's alchemy could not make any progress.

A series of angry roars came from Yao Yuan's alchemy room.

"Seventy thousand steps! Tens of thousands of prescriptions! Seven days! I'd be lucky if I could finish reading them all!"

"Master! If you want me dead, I'll just go straight to your alchemy room!"

"ah!--"

"The medicinal materials are wrong! The Myriad Heart Stone and the Star Iron are not the same thing! If you make this kind of basic mistake again, you won't have to wait a month! I'll kill you with one slap right now!"

"You five useless pieces of trash! How can you watch a fire like that! Is this even a small fire?!"

"Fire! Fire! Don't you even understand what fire is?! How can you possibly refine a top-tier second-order pill with fire like that? You can't even cook a piece of meat properly!"

...

Seven days later.

Nighttime, Zhuge Pavilion, Danfang.

A complete mess.

Yao Yuan sat on the ground, utterly dejected.

He spent three days and three nights reading through the prescription.

He used the remaining time to try to refine the pill five times. This Dao-Merging Pill requires seven hours to be formed.

This time, not only was there nothing left but ashes, the alchemy furnace almost exploded.

At this moment, his hair was completely standing on end, each strand distinct, each with its own thoughts.

But he had no ideas in his mind.

"This is the last chance..."