His vast divine sense surged out, enveloping the alchemy furnace.
At this moment, He Pingsheng had every advantage of timing, terrain, and support.
His divine sense was powerful, far surpassing others at the same realm!
His pill formula and alchemy techniques had been enhanced by the Treasure-Gathering Basin, and certainly far surpassed any alchemy techniques in the Spirit Realm.
His alchemy furnace was a supreme grade spirit treasure with twenty-four layers of restrictions.
His fire was Nine-Heavens Mystic Fire, one of the ten great innate true fires.
He Pingsheng had never been this extravagant when refining pills before.
"Heavens, so it really was true..."
"Nine-Heavens Mystic Fire!"
"Good heavens, what am I seeing? Nine-Heavens Mystic Fire, Nine-Heavens Mystic Fire..."
"He really fused with Nine-Heavens Mystic Fire, one of the ten great innate true fires!"
"Unbelievable!"
"He's only in the Void Refinement Realm. Even if he obtained that fire, how could he possibly fuse with it?"
"I get it. He's a body-refining cultivator. No wonder he survived Zhao Xiangdu's strike back then!"
"Are you all only paying attention to his fire?"
"His alchemy furnace is actually a supreme grade spirit artifact!"
"What?"
"Holy shit... this guy's a rogue cultivator?"
"Compared to him, I'm the rogue cultivator, aren't I?"
"Heh... don't worry. As the saying goes, the better the gear, the worse the skills; lousy cultivators have plenty of treasures. Having all this stuff doesn't necessarily mean he can refine good pills!"
The spectators around the perimeter began discussing it one after another.
The Great Emperors all around also sucked in cold breaths.
Leaving everything else aside, this Nine-Heavens Mystic Fire alone held ample allure even for those in the Mahayana Emperor Realm.
As for the other cultivators who were also refining pills, none of them looked at He Pingsheng.
Everyone was