"Spiritual Power can also be used for Alchemy?" Mu Qingge was stunned.
'How can someone's Spiritual Power convert into the efficacy of thousands of medicines and fuse into an elixir?' The shock in Mu Qingge's heart was like a tempestuous wave.
She couldn't fathom it, couldn't understand.
Outside the Shadow Wall, she furrowed her brows, her tense features revealing a hint of cold aloofness.
Lian Qiao crouched beside her, noticing Mu Qingge's frown mirrored her own, her crimson lips pouting slightly, seemingly unwilling for Mu Qingge to show such a conflicted expression at this moment.
"I have worshipped the myriad herbs with my Spirit, transformed my Spiritual Power into a thousand flowers and herbs, and refined them into elixirs! Refine! Refine! Refine!"
It seemed as if each stone tablet contained a sentence. It was both a summary and an enlightenment, depending on what the person comprehended.
