Three months have already passed-
The alchemy chamber was silent except for the low hum of astral energy that pulsed through the air.
Zhao Tian sat cross-legged before the pill furnace.
His eyes gleamed as he raised his hands, creating a surge of brilliant flames beneath the cauldron.
He retrieved the first ingredient—a Moonlit Grass wrapped in a thin layer of frost.
He flicked his fingers, sending the delicate herb into the cauldron.
The moment it touched the flames, a soft sizzle filled the chamber and the ice rapidly melted away as the herb released its potent essence.
He then reached for a Scarlet Marrow Fruit, and without hesitation, he crushed the fruit lightly between his fingers, letting its rich juices drip into the cauldron.
The flames flared, shifting to a crimson hue as the ingredients merged.
His hands formed a series of intricate seals, weaving the energy into the furnace.
