Kyrian remained completely motionless before the furnace for several moments, while his consciousness continued analyzing every single herb stored inside the spatial ring.
The silence around him was merely an illusion. The arena was bustling with the sounds of hundreds of alchemists at work, the crackling of flames, and the murmurs of the spectators. But he had created a bubble of concentration around himself, a space where only he and the ingredients existed.
Hundreds of possibilities crossed his mind like shooting stars, each one shining for an instant before giving way to the next.
Lotions to accelerate the recovery of injuries, ideal for cultivators who frequently fought in battle.
Lotions to strengthen muscles, useful for those who relied on raw physical strength.
Lotions to stabilize meridians, essential for cultivators who constantly pushed their limits.
