She forced herself to be as precise as a computer. She needed to conserve every bit of Divine Power, not allowing for any waste.
Ning Xiaoxian once again reached the state of Divine Sense leaving her body. She felt as if she was in the middle of a furnace, where Spiritual Medicines were colliding and reacting with each other. She could see each herb disintegrating into ashes, with only the spiritual essence being extracted and tightly combining with others.
Her palm placed on the Pill Furnace, she adjusted the output of Divine Power little by little, wholeheartedly nurturing the pulsating alchemy fire, maintaining the correct intensity of heat. This was a task of immense difficulty, because the intensity of the alchemy fire might need to be multiplied in an instant from one moment to the next.
