But before he could see clearly, the three golden patterns overlapped, merging into a slightly thicker golden line.
Immediately afterward, three more golden lines emerged and overlapped again.
Wang Xian held his breath, scarcely daring to breathe. His divine sense remained tightly locked onto the small cauldron as he silently sensed what changes this refinement would bring.
In the blink of an eye, it felt as though a long time had passed, yet also as though only an instant had gone by.
The scene that had vanished into the depths of his memory, what had happened atop the Divine River, those days when he could not distinguish the passage of time—all of it overlapped at this moment.
Wang Xian believed that after lying dormant for who knew how many years, his cultivation was now stronger than before.
He could feel the strength of his physical body growing more powerful by the day. That power did not come from his cultivation, but from the transformation of his body itself.
Such a powerful body, used for pill refinement... it should be formidable too, right?
Gradually, rumbling sounds continuously came from the small cauldron.
At this moment, it was not only the earth beneath his feet that shook—even the old jujube tree trembled slightly. Its leaves rustled as though whispering something in low voices.
This process lasted for half an hour.
A sudden stabbing pain struck Wang Xian's divine sense—
Three more golden patterns appeared atop the Azure Dragon small cauldron.
This time, the three golden lines did not overlap immediately. Instead, they slowly revolved, chasing one another like three swimming fish.
They circled once, twice, three times... until, at a certain moment, they finally overlapped.
They merged into a slightly thicker golden line.
Together with the previous two, the six golden lines