In the depths of the North Peak Mine, within Lord Demon King's Magic Workshop, mist swirled as grape-sized bubbles popped and sizzled in the cauldron atop the furnace.
As Luo Yan chanted a spell, a tool engraved with Netherworld Language danced nimbly on the cutting board, swiftly decapitating toads and removing the tails of scorpions...
When the ingredients were diced into thumb-sized chunks, a skeletal hand reached out from the shadows, sweeping the materials on the cutting board into the mortar on the experiment table.
As the Netherworld Language engraved in the base flickered, an obsidian pestle levitated as if grasped by an invisible hand, rhythmically grinding the materials in the mortar into powder.
The entire process flowed seamlessly!
Gazing at the automated alchemy equipment before him, Luo Yan's expression radiated approval as he expertly stowed away his Magic Wand, satisfied with his handiwork.
This was one of Oke's masterpieces.
