Suddenly, the abyssal fire that had been burning in the ancient abyss for hundreds of millions of years suddenly gained intelligence.
From then on, the monks from the Three Realms who used the Abyss Fire to refine elixirs were miserable every day.
Days when a few drops of rain fall: "My hair is wet and it blows up the alchemy furnace."
The day of the alchemy competition: "The decoration of the venue is so ugly that it exploded. I didn't want to make low-grade herbal medicine, and it also exploded."
Days when no one cares: "Why didn't you call me when you were making alchemy? Humph, it exploded."
Three years later, a talented young alchemist was born. He held the King of Volume script in his left hand, the must-read guide for the black-hearted boss in his right hand, and a fully automatic alchemy system in his mind.
He asked: "Lord Yuanhuo, are you willing to take me in as your alchemist?"
Yuan Huo saw that this person was inexplicably familiar, so he nodded: "You can call me Yuanyuan!"
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Song Ling, a stone-carved fake dragon abandoned by the immortals in the abyss of the earth, received the blessing of the abyss fire and became wise and transformed.
How to repay Yuanyuan's kindness?
He thought about it and decided to become the undisputed overlord in the alchemy world.
"Yuan Yuan, who do you want to instruct today to make elixirs?"
Intention: sweet love with long-term companionship
