Under the eyes of tens of thousands of cultivators, Qin Fengming formed hand seals faster and faster. Very soon, all anyone could see were countless afterimages of his fingers.
Later on, even the afterimages of his hands could no longer be made out.
As more and more Spirit Patterns appeared, a mass of dazzling fluorescent light suddenly wrapped around the pill furnace. Amid the steaming, scorching flames, countless Spirit Patterns shot and roamed through it.
Qin Fengming's movements did not stop. He was still frantically casting out Spirit Patterns.
Gradually, every cultivator watching revealed looks of shock, because no one had ever seen a cultivator able to persist for so long, performing Spirit Patterns at such intensity.
Suddenly, a force of surging pressure appeared on the stone platform's barrier wall. Inside the barrier, the cultivator in charge of monitoring the pill refinement had his expression change sharply. The muscles on his face twisted, his body went rigid, as if he could no longer bear the burden and might faint at any moment.
Qin Fengming moved swiftly. The assembled cultivators stared wide-eyed without blinking, all wanting to see what Qin Fengming was doing.
Only after a full hour did Qin Fengming's hands abruptly stop. His figure suddenly retreated, flashing directly to the supervising cultivator's side. Energy surged out, shielding the man's body within it.
The assembled cultivators were stunned, not knowing what Qin Fengming meant by this.
The pill furnace flickered with fluorescent light, fierce flames steaming up from it. Terrifying energy surged across the stone platform, as if the pill furnace might shatter at any moment.
Qin Fengming watched intently, but he did not step forward, merely hiding at the edge of the stone platform.
Slowly, the flames on the pill furnace gradually went out, and the Spirit Patterns within