The alchemy furnace that Feng Xingyun was staring at longingly appeared extremely delicate and exquisite compared to the various human-sized bronze cauldrons nearby. It was only about the size of a palm, with a rustic style devoid of any exquisite carvings or patterns, save for a lifelike small dragon on the cauldron's rim, its head raised as if spitting out a pearl.
At this moment, the furnace was slowly emitting an unusual wispy vapor of a purplish hue. As Feng Xingyun continuously channeled the Samadhi True Fire into it, the purple smoke grew increasingly dense, gradually turning a purplish-black, while the mist itself grew thinner.
Joy lit up Feng Xingyun's face, and his excitement was clearly visible.
Chapter 267