"Then we're just supposed to wait here and watch that guy refine the Pill Spirit?" Qin Meng stamped her foot and glanced over. In the distance, Lu Xiaotian sat cross-legged in midair, the Pill Spirit confined before him. A hazy white glow rose above Lu Xiaotian's head, and the Pill Spirit sank into it, slowly disappearing.
With Lu Xiaotian's immortal essence aura reined in, he wasn't deliberately concealing the aura of alchemy that marked him as a Pill Saint. Over all these years, he had refined countless pills, and a vast, surging pill aura had gathered around him.
The Pill Spirit had still felt somewhat resistant toward Lu Xiaotian, but the moment it came into contact with his pill aura, it let out a joyful cry. Lu Xiaotian didn't need to control it any further; it happily sank into the vast, surging aura and vanished.
After the Pill Spirit merged with the pill aura swirling around Lu Xiaotian, it seemed to elevate it to a whole new level. Scene after scene from his alchemical journey surfaced in his mind: the wonder and confusion of first setting foot on the path of alchemy; the frustration and regret of failed refinements; the joy of successfully forming a pill; and a faint, inexplicable excitement. A jumble of emotions welled up, seeming to merge with the journey Lu Xiaotian had taken from the Moonwatch Cultivation Realm to where he stood now.
The path of alchemy was also a path, one that could encompass countless things. It was by no means confined to the few feet around a pill furnace. It involved the transformations of the five elements and the shifts between yin and yang, plumbing the principles behind the creation of heaven and earth. It also held the alchemist's understanding of the world, even