Ye Xingchen pressed his palm against the furnace wall.
Without spiritual energy protecting it, the flesh of his palm remained completely unharmed.
Chaos qi traveled along his palm lines and slipped into the furnace chamber.
The medicinal liquid that had originally been as violent as mad dogs instantly behaved itself upon encountering that gray current of air.
It was not being suppressed.
It had met its natural predator, trembling and submitting on instinct.
"The fire is too scattered. This kind of trash fire deserves to refine pills?"
Ye Xingchen frowned.
His five fingers suddenly clenched.
Crack!
The dark-red Earthfire at the bottom of the furnace was forcibly compressed by the chaos qi.
Its color shifted from red to white, finally turning into a bizarre dead gray.
No scorching heat spilled out.
Instead, a layer of white frost condensed in the surrounding air.
Yao Feng's eyes nearly popped from their sockets.
What had he just seen?
That lump of ruined sludge, already clumped together, charred black, and on the verge of blowing up the furnace, actually liquefied again at a visible speed beneath the licking gray flames.
The black impurities were stripped away completely.
The remaining medicinal liquid was crystal-clear, like flowing rubies.
"Reversing medicinal principles... reviving from dead ashes..."
Yao Feng's lips trembled, his beard quivering wildly.
"Impossible... the books never wrote it like this... What kind of fire is that?!"
Ye Xingchen ignored him.
In his mind, the memories of the Fifth-Rank Alchemy Art flowed past like water.
But he found it insufficient.
Too slow.
Too gentle.
This Chaos Dao Body was far too tyrannical. Ordinary fifth-rank pill formulas were unworthy of such power.
"Change it."
A thought arose.
Ye Xingchen's hands became afterimages as he sent dozens of hand seals into the pill furnace within half a breath.