Jiang Donghua stared fixedly at the medicine cauldron, the eerie glow of the Azure Flood Dragon Flame reflected in his pupils. The churning flames seemed to have stolen his very soul.
Mo Xuan's technique was too exquisite. Every wisp of flame seemed alive, precisely licking away every bit of essence from the medicinal herbs.
The Cold Heart Grass melted into a pool of icy-blue spiritual liquid under the high heat, while the Crimson Flame Fruit dissolved into crimson pulp. The two utterly opposing energies slowly drew closer within the cauldron, probing each other while repelling one another.
"So that's it. Master is using the flames to forcibly suppress the conflict between their medicinal properties, making them merge!"
Jiang Donghua muttered, his heart deeply shaken.
This method was extremely risky, but if it succeeded, the pill's potency would become even purer through the collision.
He watched, utterly engrossed, even forgetting to breathe. All his senses were focused on the medicine cauldron, as if he himself were that wisp of Azure Flood Dragon Flame, moving between ice and fire.
However, just as the two medicinal liquids were about to touch.
"Hiss—!"
A piercingly strange sound suddenly erupted!
Jiang Donghua jolted. Before he could react, the energy within the cauldron ran wild like untamed horses!
"Boom—!!!"
Amid a deafening explosion, violent flames and frost energy collided madly. The entire medicine cauldron shook violently, and the flame patterns on its surface twisted and struggled like living creatures, on the verge of shattering the next second!
Jiang Donghua instinctively took a step back, his heart nearly leaping out of his throat.
The cauldron was going to explode!
Yet at this critical moment, Mo Xuan remained where he stood, without the slightest hint of panic on his face. There was even a faint, inscrutable smile?
"Boom—!"