Eight Fire Dragons spat Flame around the Pill Furnace. The extreme heat gradually dissolved the herbs, turning them into pearl-like globs of multi-colored liquid that floated within the furnace. Then, unexpectedly, the Flame began to dissipate.
Lin Xiaoyun, who was watching from the side, was rather surprised. After smelting the herbs, the next steps were tempering, purification, and removal of impurities—all of which also required Flame. Yet, Qin Ya had chosen to extinguish it.
'Is his True Essence running out?'
Lin Xiaoyun glanced at Qin Ya, his surprise growing. It wasn't that Qin Ya's True Essence was lacking—it was far too abundant. After nearly an hour of continuous output, his True Essence seemed completely undepleted. It was an absurd amount. 'What a freak,' he thought.
'So, why stop?'
Just as Lin Xiaoyun was wondering, he saw faint arcs of electricity dance in the void, bursting with purple light. Within a single breath, the electrical glow expanded.
