This was a colossal alchemy cauldron, vast as a mountain, floating above the city. Rosy clouds of mist continuously rose from within it, forming breathtakingly beautiful rainbow-hued clouds!
The cauldron lid was extraordinarily spacious, like a plaza...
Several dozen "consciousness bodies" had gathered atop it, fiercely arguing about something. Sparks flashed constantly across their figures, flickering bright and dim, making them especially eye-catching. Even Shen Mo was drawn over.
He saw dozens of people—some floating in midair, some sitting cross-legged on the ground, some lying atop the colorful cloudbanks—gathered in a circle like an overturned iron pot. At the very center of that iron pot stood a white-haired elder confronting a sickly green youth. They were arguing until their faces were red, sparks of thought erupting endlessly from their bodies like two blazing torches!
In the cultivation world, particularly among Divine Bridge Realm cultivators, an elder was not necessarily old, nor was a youth necessarily young. Much less here in the Dream Realm, where one's outward appearance could be changed at will.
Thus, Shen Mo had no habit of judging people by their looks. Instead, he listened carefully to their debate.
"The Scarlet Treasure Flame Pattern Fruit leans toward fire among the five elements, and its medicinal nature is fiercely scorching. How could it possibly replace the Azure Spirit Bamboo Fruit, which leans toward water among the five elements, and refine a fifth-grade Withering and Flourishing Pill?"
"After making a wager with you, I tried your method more than a dozen times in the real world. Not only did I burn through alchemy materials worth over a hundred thousand Spirit Stones, I even blew up my spirit-grade pill furnace..."
"Wang San, if you lost the bet, then admit it. Not one of those thousand Dream Realm copper coins can be