One by one, Senior Hai refined the spiritual herbs with practiced skill while Liu Wuxie remained silent, watching closely. From the initial purification to the pill condensation process, there were no obvious mistakes.0

Then, a strange phenomenon occurred. The cauldron, which had glowed with steady heat, began to cool rapidly. The Grand Divine Pill, which was beginning to take form, started to crumble.0

Senior Hai's expression tightened in alarm. His eyes flicked toward Old Blindie, silently pleading for guidance. He had executed everything so far—the technique, the timing, the sequence of ingredients—flawlessly. So why did the cauldron cool?0

"The drop in temperature isn't enough. Lower it further," Liu Wuxie instructed.0

"What did you say?" Senior Hai blurted, shock flashing across his eyes. If the cauldron cooled even more, the pill would collapse completely.0

"Follow my instructions if you don't want the Grand Divine Pill ruined," Liu Wuxie pressed. At that moment, he no longer looked like a mere cultivator at the ninth-level Transcendent Realm. Pill runes shimmered faintly across his body, giving him the aura of a grandmaster alchemist. If not for the restraint of his cultivation, he would have intervened personally.0

Gritting...0