In the qiankun ring, time crawled as slowly as a snail.
Fang Hao sat cross-legged, eyes closed, his brows knitted tightly together.
He didn't rush to start the Alchemy; instead, he "played a movie" in his mind over and over—simulating every step of refining the forming golden core.
This was no child's play.
Seven main ingredients, dozens of auxiliary ingredients; the order of addition, the intensity of the heat, the timing of the Fusion of medicinal properties, the heat for condensing the pill, the technique for extracting the pill... a single mistake, and this priceless batch of Spirit Medicine would be ruined in the cauldron.
Especially with the sun flower, blazing sun flower, and moon shadow grass—their attributes clashed, and one wrong move would lead to the cauldron exploding.
