In the deep darkness of the night, the gale howled, sweeping over the rooftop of the dormitory's grand hall.
At the center of the hall, Bai Mo sat at the head of the bed, clutching a few Copper Plates, and once again reviewed the Nasal Soup cases recorded on them.
"All eleven cases are here.
"But... it doesn't seem to be of much help."
Bai Mo furrowed his brows.
He felt rather depressed.
On his tablet, he had already written dozens of pages, analyzing and studying these plans from different fields of the Alchemy Path, but all to no avail.
In fact, the Ancient Immortal's theoretical system was inherently flawed, one could even say it was a leaky ship that couldn't hold water... This theory was extremely complex, seemingly accumulated over millennia, gathering a vast amount of content. But it also accumulated numerous contradictions, loopholes, many elements of disharmony, imperfection, and self-contradiction.
