Months passed since Kyrian's advancement to the Core Formation Realm.
Time within the Verdant Sword Sect returned to that silent and constant rhythm, where days turned into weeks, and weeks disappeared as if they had never existed.
Kyrian hardly left his courtyard. After the breakthrough, everything had changed.
His control over Qi reached a new level. Deeper and more refined. More absolute.
This was immediately reflected in alchemy. Refining pills became several times easier.
The gray flame now responded with frightening precision. Temperature variations, once delicate, were now manipulated with ease. The flow of Qi within the cauldron was as stable as the surface of still water.
Rank 4 pills no longer posed any difficulty. And then, naturally… he advanced to the next rank.
Rank 5 pills.
At first, there were failures. Some controlled explosions. Burned herbs. Instabilities. But they were few.
Kyrian adjusted quickly. Learned and mastered.
