Refined

Arcs of lightning fell from the skies, illuminating the golden moon above to an even grander radiance than it had in the past.

Ryu didn't make a move to stop them, his body sitting in an unmoved silence as the lightning crashed down upon him. He could have easily used his Dividing Tribulation to split the arcs he was experiencing right this moment, or rather, his alloy was experiencing, but he didn't.

The way Ryu viewed pill-potions and this path of blacksmithing were very different. He felt the need to protect his pill-potions and coddle them because alchemy was maybe the most hated secondary profession of the Heavens. In addition, the strength of a pill-potion didn't matter so long as it fulfilled its duty.