The flames surged, a wisp of flame burned among the three legs at the top of the pill furnace, appearing a beautiful azure blue.
Zhong Lin sat cross-legged before the Star-falling Giant Cauldron, his expression as calm as an ancient well, as if he were not practicing alchemy but merely cooking a meal.
After a while, Zhong Lin opened his eyes, waved his right hand, and the cover of the pill furnace lifted, while hundreds of medicinal ingredients, wrapped in spiritual energy, were tossed inside.
Huff, huff!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
A great blaze surged, wind and thunder roared together.
Just now it was using spiritual fire to warm the furnace, but now this is martial fire refining, extracting impurities from these spiritual medicines with a fierce flame, leaving only the purest essence.
...
Three days later.
The Yin Ruins Dragon Fire beneath the Star-falling Giant Cauldron had shrunk to the size of a fist, no longer as fierce as before, instead appearing like a gentle drizzle.
