Above the sky, under Lin Ming's Soul Power control, precise enough to leave one in awe, hundreds of rare medicinal herbs of all shapes and kinds arranged themselves in midair into orderly torrents of ingredients.
These torrents did not fly about at random. Instead, according to each herb's properties, the order in which they were to be added, and the difficulty of refining them, they were meticulously divided into several, even over a dozen, fine streams. They ran side by side without interfering with one another, yet all ultimately converged into the Myriad Beast Cauldron.
At that moment, the speed at which Lin Ming fed the ingredients into the Medicinal Cauldron was so fast that it nearly formed an unbroken ribbon of light, pouring down continuously from the air and vanishing into the surging Dark Purple Flame at the mouth of the cauldron.
What was astonishing was that despite this shocking speed, the timing, angle, and even initial landing point within the flames for every single ingredient seemed to have been calculated with the utmost precision, ensuring they began refining in the most suitable temperature zone, preserving their medicinal properties as much as possible while minimizing loss.
Thus, under such efficient and terrifying throughput of medicinal ingredients, in less than half an incense stick of time, a terrifying energy fluctuation that made one's heart palpitate began to brew and spread from within the Myriad Beast Cauldron.
This fluctuation was not a simple diffusion of heat or medicinal strength, but a complex Energy Field mixed with immense vitality, pure Soul Power, and some indescribable rhythm of the laws of heaven and earth.
It spread silently, yet it caused the surrounding space to ripple as though a huge stone had been thrown into a calm lake, sending out rings of slowly undulating