After completing his breakthrough in the Magma World, Xiao Fan noticed no unusual changes in the magma. Setting aside his doubts, he once again ventured deeper into it.
As Xiao Fan continued deeper, the Snake-People Tribes around him grew much scarcer. Likewise, the caliber of their experts rose considerably.
Even with Xiao Fan's strength, ending a battle in a single stroke carried no small risk. To avoid stirring the grass and startling the snake, disrupting his exploration of the depths, he refrained from attacking these snake-people for the time being. Apart from occasionally dealing with lone snake-people who crossed his path, he bypassed the tribes entirely and drew ever closer to the depths of the magma.
Central Plains, a branch of the Hall of Souls.
Within the silent great hall, statues stood in densely packed rows. At its very center, a sphere of light hovered in midair. Chains extended from the soul form within it, and wisps of energy were extracted from the soul form, streaming toward the depths of a side hall.
In this silent great hall, a man shrouded in a black robe, with a strange mask over his face, sat cross-legged before the soul form. A crimson medicine cauldron stood before him, black flames churning inside it. He cast precious, rare medicinal ingredients into the cauldron one after another. The black flames refined them, gradually melting them into pools of precious medicinal liquid and continuously extracting their impurities.
"Mo Shang's skill in alchemy really is enviable..."
Within the silent hall, a pocket of distorted space isolated an area. To outside eyes, nothing seemed different, but two elderly figures, one in gray and one in black, were watching the figure refining pills before the soul form.
"Heh, if he weren't truly gifted in alchemy, how could he