Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
In the small courtyard, Shen Qing wore a black short outfit.
In front of him on a stone stove, a three-legged medicine pot was gurgling with steam, and the amber-colored medicinal liquid inside emitted a strange herbal fragrance.
If one looked closely, they could see a crimson Demon Core floating up and down within the liquid, emitting a faint red glow, as if divine brilliance seeped out, merging into the medicine.
As time went on, the liquid in the pot began to undergo a marvelous transformation, becoming more translucent, and the fragrance grew more intense.
"Almost ready."
Shen Qing wiped his hand over the pot, using his Qi to capture the Demon Core into his hand.
The now scorching Demon Core fell into his hand, yet he felt no discomfort whatsoever.
With the continuous improvement of Dragon Roar Armor, the membrane covering his flesh became more crystalline.