Ancient Sky Realm, Everlore Domain.
Presently, Evergod's rampant search for the culprit of the greatest, inconceivable heist of the era was underway. In this World Realm owned by San Luoyang, the Grand Secretariat was standing before a crystalline cauldron the size of a baby's fist that sparkled with gorgeous seven-colored light in his personal Alchemic Chambers. There was faint lingering mist scattered across the room, exuding a purity of the utmost variety, infused with the latent principles of successful Alchemy.
San Luoyang stood with his eyes fixated on the cauldron's alluring form. A rare type of heated passion effused from his eyes as rippling, vigorous spiritual light. There was something primal about his gaze, laden with the truest emotion a man could possess—ambition.
"Are you sure?" San Luoyang asked, his voice slightly hoarse.