Within Han Yu's Soul Space, the Eight Emotions Lotus stirred violently. Its petals fluttered in agitation, as if urging Han Yu to swallow the crystal whole.
It took all of Han Yu's willpower to suppress that urge and focus on the refinement.
Plop
The tiny red crystal, barely the size of a grain of rice, fell into the cauldron.
Immediately, a strange reaction occurred, invisible to everyone except Han Yu.
The fluctuating invisible threads rising from the Living Blood suddenly shifted direction and were drawn toward the Soul Binding Blood Crystal.
"What is this?" Han Yu had no idea.
He could only watch as the threads merged with the crystal. But it did not stop there. The crystal seemed to tug on those threads, and with each pull, the air in the alchemy hall grew heavier.
Several alchemists began to sweat coldly. They felt as though they were no longer standing in an alchemy hall, but in the middle of a vast graveyard.
