"Aren't the conditions for alchemists a little too harsh?" After countless failures, Beiting Huang grabbed the ugly pill in the cauldron with her pair of charcoal-like hands. How could this be called a pill? It could only be said to be a product of combining the spiritual liquid that had not been refined cleanly. "No wonder there are very few alchemists on this continent."
So what if she had the fire prerequisite to becoming an alchemist? On this mainland, there were Spirit Masters who had Heavenly Fire and Earth Fire, but there were very few truly famous alchemists.
However, since she had decided to learn it, Beiting Huang would definitely seize this opportunity to continuously refine her alchemy skills. Her parents were missing, and the Chaos Divine Source in her body was like a time bomb. She had promised to help Yan Ye resolve his moon illness. This was something that could not be done even if her strength increased. She needed a huge force.