Gradually, the transformation began to manifest in the cauldron.
The blood thickened.
Its consistency shifted, becoming denser and more viscous. At the same time, a separation occurred. Clear liquid began to rise to the surface, forming a distinct layer above the darker, heavier substance below.
Water.
The excess components were being expelled.
Lin Mu's eyes sharpened slightly.
"This is it."
The volume of the blood reduced steadily, nearly halving as the impurities and unnecessary elements were separated out. What remained was far more concentrated, its color deepening into a rich, almost metallic red.
Lin Mu did not remove the water.
Not yet.
Instead, he prepared for the next step.
A faint glow appeared in his palm.
Then, a flame ignited.
HUA
Pale blue.
It flickered softly, yet its presence was anything but ordinary.
