After returning to the Lower Plane, it was not easy for them to enhance and replenish their Source Energy.
But with these pills, it became simpler. A single pill, serving as the starter for cultivation, could transform into the foundation of flawless Source Energy.
"Hum—"
The cauldron vibrated, and spiritual herbs were fed into it once again.
…
One month later.
Above the altar, two figures intertwined.
"Boom—"
A fist, condensed from flames, struck out, and Zhu Rong rushed forward without hesitation towards the calm-faced Han Muye.
The golden flame fist transformed into a majestic lion mid-air, pouncing towards Han Muye.
Han Muye raised his hand and pressed the lion down, then kicked Zhu Rong on the shoulder, sending him flying back to his original position.
Far from being annoyed, Zhu Rong was excited. His body, clad in flame battle armor, surged as golden flames twirled around him. A flaming spear materialized in his hands as he charged towards Han Muye once again.
