Just as the winds of change swirled outside.
Ye Qingchen was sitting cross-legged in a secret chamber, with a large alchemy furnace in front of him, intricately carved with numerous flowers, birds, fish, and insects, exuding a sense of ancient simplicity, as if it were an artifact from the Ancient Era.
This was none other than the Crimson Mist Cauldron.
"Pa!"
Ye Qingchen formed a seal with his hands, occasionally urging his star power to transform into alchemical fire.
Since the day he had slain Jian Xun and Han Yunsheng, no one in Yun Ding City dared to compete with him. Not only the Celestial Core Grass but even the other spirit medicines he needed were respectfully delivered to him by the auction house.
Now that the spirit medicines were gathered, Ye Qingchen was refining the Holy Essence Pill to heal Qin Wentian.
"Boom!"
At that moment.
The Crimson Mist Cauldron suddenly trembled.
"The pill is about to form!"
