The Feathered Serpent Ancestral God's Delight-Taking the First Step Toward His Own Path!

Locke pushed open the door to the potion room, and a destructive wind immediately swept out from within.

Belinda Witch covered her face with her palm. The residual wind from the destructive flames kept her from opening her eyes, and even the Permanent Defense Field Shell [Tyrannosaurus Legion Damage Sharing] was activated.

"Mr. Augustine, what are you—"

"Is this an orange-quality potion?"

Belinda Witch looked at Locke with an expression of worship.

"Your attainments in potions have actually reached this level."

Ordinary Second-Ring potions were called white potions.

Star-Ring Potions corresponded to orange, while Moon-Ring Potions corresponded to blue.

An orange potion meant that one had truly entered the halls of Potions. Its reputation was enough to resound throughout the Great Void. In the Infinite Void, countless planes had people who sought an orange potion but could not obtain one.

Belinda Witch recited a spell, sharing the destructive power she bore with her forty-eight Star-Ring creatures and making them share the damage.

"Mr. Augustine, how are you now?"

Locke nodded. "I'm fine."

In truth, even his current self would have found it extremely difficult to withstand the destructive flames head-on. His Permanent Defense Field Shell had suffered severe damage, his body had also sustained serious injuries, and his Spirit Knowledge had been depleted to its limit.

But the Shadow-Clone Potion had been successfully refined.

That was a fact.

Locke looked toward Belinda Witch. He saw her summon a pink marten. The pink marten lay on her shoulder, stuck out its tongue, and licked Locke's shoulder. His wounds were then rapidly treated by the saliva of this wondrous Magic Creature. At the very least, they stopped worsening.

Locke glanced over the marten. It was clearly some kind of Light Element creature, which was why its saliva had special healing properties.

Belinda