Ling Tianyu looked at the still-burning peach and date woods, feeling the temperature. The temperature was too high for the Marrow Cleansing Pill—it needed to be precisely seventy-eight degrees, not a degree more or less. Otherwise, the elixir would crack and become waste.
"Hoo!"
He let out a long breath. Ling Tianyu dared not act rashly; if he were to fail, all his prior efforts would have been in vain.
Standing in front of the alchemy furnace, which was nearly one and a half meters tall, Ling Tianyu watched the flames. He raised his hands and placed them around the furnace, slowly pulling outward. The current temperature was over one hundred degrees, hotter than boiling water—it would be no surprise if it exploded.
Still controlling remotely, he gradually decreased the temperature of the flames, carefully lowering it to precisely seventy-eight degrees. Ling Tianyu didn't dare stop; he had to maintain it for a while longer until the elixir took shape.
