When the medicinal materials were being refined, Simon and others were all present to observe.
"Simon, if you can't see it, how can you refine it?" The little shark walked around the black box container and looked hard into the hole of the container.
Unfortunately, she couldn't see what was inside.
"That's why you need to use skills. The rising hand is like using your own hands to make the mixture, but I don't know the specifics." Simon said.
Master Crow, who was indoors, noticed that Xiao Akane, who had white fruit, also sat in the alchemy room.
Look at this, I feel like I am integrated with the people in the group.
Is this poaching from the original team?
Master Crow didn't ask any questions, Simon didn't say anything anyway.
After Bai Tang and Roy sat down, the two alchemist masters took action.
Crow was the first to refine it. As the person who successfully refined the directional mutation potion, he had to demonstrate it to Old Wim first.
He stretched out his hand in the air, and the palm of his hand quickly glowed with light. The illusory big hand reached into the inside of the black box, and then a burst of light came out of the hole of the black box.
Everyone looked over and saw only a ball of light from a distance of one meter, but couldn't see what was inside.
Buzz buzz.
There was a violent sound in the black box container responsible for the rising tone, like crackling sparks and explosions, and various things shattered together.
And in the battlefield that everyone looked down upon, Master Crow had his eyes closed and was sweating profusely while grabbing the beating lines with his hands.
Under the extension of the illusory big hand, his perception has entered the black box, and what he sees is not medicinal materials, but countless lines.
The lines are jumbled and mixed, producing jumbled notes, some high and some low.
His responsibility is to twist the lines into a spiral and tie the line represented by the blood of the ghost horse at the center of the rope.
Then, use the rising hand to pull the closed "line" to make it make the loudest sound and change its quality.
However, the blood line of this Nether Horse is located in a deep valley, and its voice is very deep.
Other lines represent accessories. For example, there are a thousand lines extending from the heart of the Thousand Faced Spirit.
For Master Crow, adjusting the lines every time is extremely troublesome.
Just the lines of the Thousand Faced Spirit's Heart have to be tied up a thousand times, and the difficulty of straightening their lines is evident.
The most surprising thing is the random mutation potion. Its function is not to form lines inside, but to form a buffer zone inside, so that these violently changing lines can be restrained and reduce changes.
Despite this, the usage rate of this potion is several times higher than that of other conventional potions.
Just after refining it once, his energy was almost drained, and his heart was extremely tired.
After one hour.
After undergoing intense wire pulling, Master Crow finally twisted all the lines into a thick straight line.
He used his illusory rising hand to pluck hard in the black box.
The "thick rope" itself is composed of a thousand threads and a core thread. It is stretched straight and requires a lot of strength.
To a large extent, pulling the cord is draining the alchemist's spirit.
Sometimes the force is too great, and the lines are directly cut off, and the rising tone fails.
Sometimes the intensity is too light and the lines have no movement.
Once a lot of energy is consumed, I don't have the strength to pull it again.
If he regained his energy, the properties of the medicine inside had changed, and the core of the rope inside had solidified. It did not complete the rising tone, but fixed its own level.
Closer to home, he’s going to pull it out.
Buzz!
He pulled too hard and the cord broke.
The reaction to reality was a violent muffled sound.
"The furnace exploded." Master Crow opened his eyes and sighed.
The old Wim next to him put his rising hand on the side of the black box, felt the whole process with his induction, and felt the difficulty.
He was also in a bit of trouble, but fortunately it was the group leader's money that was spent, so the loss could not be borne by him.
The little shark has a vague mind, which sometimes works and sometimes fails. He can vaguely see the collision between lines and palms.
Little Shark told everyone what he saw and heard, and Simon was thoughtful.
Xiaoqian sensed something else from the fluctuations of her soul.
"When the tone rises at the end, it feels like the soul has been crushed by a big hand." She commented.
Simon watched the whole process and only saw the light coming from the mouth of the black box. He had no idea what was going on inside.
But he has room for dreams.
Maybe I can simulate it.
"Everyone, after summarizing the failure, go into my dream space and have a look. Maybe you can simulate this upgrading and refining." Simon said.
He took everyone to see this thing. In addition to gaining insights, he also wanted to use his own abilities to see if he could make additional use of them.
What if the rising tone process of alchemy could be simulated?
Master Wim showed a strange look, "Is this okay?"
The crow was full of questions: "Dream space? What's going on?"
Little Shark, Bai Tang, Xiao Qian and Roy are all looking forward to it. In addition to training, if the dream space can also be used for alchemy rehearsal, the success rate may be improved.
As long as the team has money, it can speed up the purchase of promotion materials in the future.
At this stage, if you want to speed up your promotion, you still have to rely on some alchemy potions to guide the two of them to upgrade.
It costs money to make the corresponding alchemical potions, and Simon has spent all his money on making directed mutation potions, and there is currently no money left to make other potions.
"Master Crow, please don't resist." Simon said.
Of course, you can actually resist. After all, this skill itself is used against the enemy.
The next second, Simon unfolded his skills, and invisible ripples spread from Simon's feet.
No one realized that they had fallen asleep. They looked at the surrounding environment. It was still the ceiling and floor of the alchemy room, and the alchemy container looked unchanged.
"Are we asleep?" asked the crow.
"Already entered," Simon said.
"Really?" Wim asked, why didn't he feel anything, as if he hadn't moved at all.
"Because the dream is also an alchemy room, there is no spatial movement. It is normal for everyone to not feel it. Now let's ask Master Wim to try a trial production with a rising tone container." Simon said.
The difference between the dream experiment and reality is that the materials can be copied infinitely.
Of course, the energy consumed is real, which will cause mental losses.
However, compared to the substantial damage to the material, mild mental damage can be recovered through rest, so it is nothing.
Wim reached out his hand dubiously. Instead of refining, he reached into the black box and took out the medicinal materials inside.
The intact heart of the Thousand-Faced Monster is blood red. When you look at it, you will see a thousand different faces crowded on a small heart, beating like a living heart.
The mixed blood on his hands was the liquid from the random mutation potion and the blood of the Nether Horse.
The two liquids are completely incompatible and quickly separate into two shapes on the hand, one is blue and the other is black, distributed on both sides of the palm, looking like a yin-yang hand.
It is also not compatible with palms and has magical properties.
Master Crow on the side exclaimed: "Well, I believe this is a dream, because the contents of the rising tone container have been destroyed and cannot be in an intact state."
Old Wim also nodded and put the things back into the black box.
There is no need to seal the opening. When the medicinal materials enter, it will be completely dark, and you cannot see what the finished product looks like.
