The elixir emitted a gas that faintly took the shape of a dragon and a tiger in combat.
This signified the Dragon and Tiger Dan, also a symbol of high-level elixirs.
Xu Xuan swallowed the pure white elixir in one gulp.
It melted upon entering his mouth, smooth and easily absorbed, without the explosive energy he had expected. It was as if his entire being had turned into a cloud, floating and nearly celestial, his form feather-light.
Xu Xuan fell into a deep state of cultivation.
The skies always held clouds that lingered, never dispersing; Mount Qiyun bristled with strange phenomena, at times clouds gathered, at others, thunder struck with the force of ten thousand jun.
A powerful momentum spread out in all directions.
The disciples of Mount Qiyun looked up to the heavens.
Inside the Alchemy Hall, the steward Fulong Tiger was advising three disciples on alchemy. The pill furnace was shrouded in smoke; even the exhaust formation was too slow to deal with the waste gases.
