Some of these medicinal ingredients were lustrous throughout, some covered in sharp thorns, some emitted a rich fragrance, while others carried a faint chill.
Wrapped in a wisp of majestic Dou Qi, they floated neatly in the air beyond the stone platform, like tiny clusters of radiant light. From afar, they were dazzling and resplendent.
As a heaven-defying pill capable of increasing a Dou Zong's chances of breaking through to Dou Zun, the Sculpted Venerable Pill was immensely difficult to refine. Not only were the required ingredients exceptionally precious, but the purification of each one needed to be precise down to the smallest fraction. The subsequent pill-merging process was even more complicated; the slightest mistake would ruin everything.
The most representative among them was the main ingredient—Nine Nether Cold Jade Marrow.
This ingredient was born beneath ten-thousand-year glaciers in the Far Northern Lands. The energy it contained was incomparably violent, and more troublesome still, it held an extremely subtle trace of Spatial Force within it. If an alchemist's soul power fell short, they would be unable to sense the degree of purification at all, much less perfectly incorporate it into a pill.
But for Qin Chen, who had already gained a preliminary grasp of Spatial Force, these difficulties naturally amounted to nothing.
As time passed second by second, Qin Chen's hands rapidly formed seals. Strands of Dou Qi lashed out like nimble whips, sweeping up the ingredients in midair and sending them into the cauldron one after another.
Under his control, the flames swelled at times and contracted at others, their temperature precisely maintained at the level required by each ingredient.
A rich medicinal fragrance spread in every direction, soothing the heart and refreshing the mind.
"No wonder alchemists could become the most respected profession on the continent..." Su Qian's