Seventy Heads

Fifteen years later.

"Seventy-five grams of Yinxiang Flower, fifteen grams of Death-Soul Grass, three hundred and fifty grams of Black-Feather Bird Limestone, three grams of Carbon-Calcium Sina No. 7 Composite. Mix them, stir evenly, and blend for fifteen minutes under thirty-five times the atmospheric pressure of the Wizard World."

Dressed in a loose wizard's robe, Green calmly prepared a potion in an advanced wizard test tube.

Fifteen minutes later, Green removed the liquid potion, now blue in color, from the pressure instrument. Under thirty-five times the Wizard World's atmospheric pressure, the potion had blended evenly. After giving it a gentle shake, he saw that it was crystal-clear beneath the shadowless magic lamp.

"The softening agent is ready. Next..."

Green's gaze turned toward the Black Demon Blood on the experiment table. He had no idea how those black wizards had invented such an advanced auxiliary potion for synthetic beasts. It seemed to have been made by mixing the blood of a great many different creatures. After analyzing it for a long time, Green had only barely identified a dozen or so components before giving up.

Carefully, he poured the softening agent into the Black Demon Blood.

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle...

The Black Demon Blood bubbled, its violent reaction gradually subsiding over roughly half an hourglass's time. Its ink-black color shifted to dark green, and the fishy stench seemed to be masked by the addition of the softening agent.

"It worked."

Green smiled. No longer watching the large vessel of Black Demon Blood, he turned toward the other side.

Upon the altar of the more-than-ten-meter-wide Corpse-Refining Synthesis Formation, Mystery's Myriad-Headed Bird, with a total of thirty heads, stood trembling at the center of the magic array, utterly at a loss. Little Eight was beside it, offering comfort.

"Be good, Little Wan. Don't be