After Xiao Yan quickly adjusted his condition, the alchemy process got back on track and proceeded in an orderly manner.
Old Yao offered no more than the occasional reminder and said nothing else.
As time passed, Xiao Yan exhaled a breath of turbid air. He tried to regulate his increasingly heavy, rapid breathing, but he could not avoid the intense fatigue caused by the depletion of Dou Qi and Soul Power within his body.
"Whew..."
Old Yao carefully observed Xiao Yan's every movement. If Xiao Yan had not been gritting his teeth and persevering on his own, he would have long since told him to rest first.
After all, although Heavenly Flames were far superior to flames generated by one's own Dou Qi, at lower levels they consumed even more Soul Power and Dou Qi than ordinary Dou Qi flames.
Though Xiao Yan was now an Eight-star Dou Zhe, refining this sort of medicinal pill that could rapidly restore Dou Qi was still somewhat too demanding for him.
"Good. The medicinal ingredients have all been refined. Now, begin the fusion!"
Old Yao reminded him by his ear.
The exhausted Xiao Yan instantly snapped awake. He bit the tip of his tongue to force himself alert, then further controlled the Nether Poison Flame in his hand.
Under the push of Dou Qi, the differently colored medicinal liquids and powders within the Medicine Cauldron slowly merged together. Stimulated by the deep-purple flames, they ultimately fused into a dark-red substance resembling paste.
The temperature inside the Medicine Cauldron gradually fell. Under Xiao Yan's Soul Power, that lump of dark-red paste was separated into several evenly sized pills, each roughly the size of a fingernail.
"Open Furnace!"
Old Yao shouted softly. The Medicine Cauldron opened, and Xiao Yan immediately opened his Storage Ring, taking