In a relatively crude building in XC District, inside an exceedingly shabby courtyard, Luo Qian had already regained all four limbs. He sat cross-legged in the outer courtyard with his eyes closed, meditating.
Meanwhile, inside the room, a nondescript stone was floating before Lu Xiaotian. Lu Xiaotian slapped his left palm forward, and a torrent of azure flames surged out, wrapping the unremarkable stone layer after layer.
Several days later, under the constant roasting of the Fanluo Spiritfire, the azure crystal stone before him began to develop a hairline crack.
"This is rather similar to when I refined the Panqing Stone last time." Lu Xiaotian skillfully controlled his magical power and sent it drilling through the crack.
Half a month later, a ball of blue-white flame danced lightly in Lu Xiaotian's palm, his face pale. With a thought, his divine sense split the ball of flame into six smaller blossoms.
"Looks like it's still the same as before. Controlling one is manageable, but controlling two at once in battle is still unbearably slow."
Lu Xiaotian smiled faintly and did not take it to heart. His battle with the three-headed snake demon Biqiong had shown him that, under certain circumstances, the power of the Fanluo Truefire was irreplaceable for him at his current level. At the very least, with these additional blossoms of Fanluo Truefire, even if he faced that terrifying demonic aura of Biqiong again, Lu Xiaotian felt he would no longer be as miserable as last time.
Refining a Breakthrough Pill was extremely difficult. When he had been held hostage by Ancestor Chijie, producing a mid-grade pill had been sheer luck. He had refined it several more times afterward, but had only managed to produce a single low-grade Breakthrough Pill. Still, although the Breakthrough Pill was difficult to refine,