By now, Lu Xiaotian could no longer sense the existence of the inheritance cauldron. It seemed that even without the cauldron, even in the empty space around him, the pills could take shape on their own.
Some pills were so difficult to refine that even Lu Xiaotian's former speed could not meet the requirements. Yet now, he suddenly sensed that besides his alchemical techniques reaching their utmost speed, he was also making use of the Laws of Time. The alchemical process, already pushed to its limit, had entered an extraordinarily wondrous state.
Then the scene shifted, and he found himself elsewhere. The fusion of the immortal materials slowed to an incomprehensible degree. Wherever the pill liquid merged, archaic characters rose into the air, and the Way of Alchemy evolved in different ways at every point.
This was not merely the old monk's evolution of the Way of Alchemy. It was also his understanding of cultivation and the underlying truths of heaven and earth.
This was the Way of Alchemy, and the Way of Cultivation. Was this the realm of a fifth-grade Pill Sage? Lu Xiaotian's expression turned dazed as he immersed himself completely in the evolution of the two paths. The Ancient Buddha Ran Yun was doing the same. As the old monk demonstrated these paths, he had not kept them from the Ancient Buddha Ran Yun. Perhaps it was because Ran Yun was his junior brother, or perhaps because Ran Yun was already powerful enough that, unless he opened his inheritance to him, Lu Xiaotian would not have been able to come into contact with one of the oldest inheritances in the Immortal Realm.
Here, Lu Xiaotian witnessed the ceaseless evolution of the Laws of Time. He saw the old monk pour his understanding of cultivation and of the