Her eyes closed, Soul Power probing within, everything inside the cauldron was under Zhiyan's control. A second passed, the cauldron humming and buzzing, then the sound grew louder and more urgent. Through her soul's perception, the various medicinal powders and liquids inside consolidated into tiny spherical shapes, roughly taking on the form of elixirs. However, these were not enough; they were just appearances at the moment. To truly condense into elixirs, more effort would be needed.
Her mind sank, and her Soul Power burst forth violently with the increasing external pressure. The pills inside the cauldron spun so fast they were reduced to a single white line, the powders pressing and merging into each other, rapidly transforming under the steaming flames.