Lin Mu maintained the balance with unwavering focus.
Time passed.
Hours turned into half a day.
Then a full day.
Throughout this period, Lin Mu did not move from his position. His breathing remained steady, his mind locked onto the process with complete clarity. The earlier fatigue had vanished entirely, replaced by a deep, almost trance like meditative concentration.
Gradually, the blood reached its final state.
The transformation was unmistakable.
What had once filled a quarter of the cauldron was now reduced to a mere fraction of its original volume. The remaining substance gathered at the center, forming a small, spongy lump that pulsed faintly with residual energy.
Lin Mu extinguished the flame.
The blue threads dissipated, leaving behind only the soft glow of the cauldron's inner surface.
He observed the result closely.
The lump was small.
Barely ten or so milliliters in volume.
