Several days passed in succession within the hall.
Xu Yan sat cross-legged, his gaze fixed intently on the round black stone cauldron, his entire attention focused on it.
The faint, densely packed sounds had now diminished considerably, as though a final transformation was underway.
Compared to several days earlier, the damaged Ancient Formation had also dimmed considerably. It seemed its operation was nearing its end.
Three days later, the great stone hall suddenly darkened. Xu Yan immediately stopped circulating his cultivation method, excitement spreading across his face.
With a single stride, he reached the round black stone cauldron.
Looking at the utterly silent cauldron, Xu Yan did not act rashly. Instead, he waited several breaths where he stood. This Soul Liquid was crucial to his cultivation of the Great Azure Soul-Tempering Art, so he could not afford to be careless.
He reviewed the descriptions of Soul Liquid in Kong Xuan's memories. Only after confirming there were no precautions against opening it did he circulate his magic power and open the great black stone cauldron.
The instant the round black stone cauldron opened, a dazzling beam of white light shot out, brightening the previously dim hall considerably.
At the same time, an intensely rich fragrance wafted out, intoxicating Xu Yan to the depths of his soul. He felt as though he were floating toward immortality.
Forcing down the yearning within him, Xu Yan concentrated and examined the bottom of the round black stone cauldron.
There lay a dozen or so drops of liquid glowing with a soft white radiance. Wisps of milky mist drifted off them and entered his nose and mouth.
An incredible sensation of refreshing clarity instantly spread through his sea of consciousness, even strengthening his divine sense a little.
Clang!
With a crisp sound, Xu Yan circulated his