The Soul-Burning Potion went down.
The pale red liquid, like blood, entered Ian's body and rapidly spread throughout him.
At first, he felt nothing.
But as time passed, Ian began to feel a searing heat, as though flames were burning him alive.
Countless traces of minute mental power buried deep within his body, along with his potential and more, were forced out.
Or rather, "ignited"!
The Soul-Burning Potion thoroughly set Ian's life force ablaze, transforming it into a terrifying driving force that instantly pushed the activity of his mental power, his perception, and even his elemental affinity to heights he normally could not reach.
If his mental power usually measured 30 units, then at this instant, it was at least sixty or seventy.
But...
It was far too impure!
Ian sensed the mental power coiled within his body. Though vast in quantity, it contained far too many impurities compared to the mental power he had cultivated before.
He could certainly choose to use this mental power to condense a mental power crystal, but he had a better option.
Enduring the violent mental power, the stopper of the Purification Potion beside him flew off, and the potion poured into his throat. A chill immediately surged through him.
As if he had been plunged into ice water in the dead of winter, every hair on Ian's body stood on end.
He felt as though he had become a block of solid ice.
Yet the effects of the Soul-Burning Potion had not ended, and inside his body, it was as though lava were raging.
Ice and flame.
They mingled within his body.
Accompanied by agony that reached his soul, wisps of gray matter precipitated out from his mental power.
Those were the impurities within it.
At the same time, within the elemental pool,