Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 811 focuses on a slow burn.

A truly magical scene is unfolding on the back mountain of the Hidden Moon Sect.

Two cultivators were in a room, huffing and puffing as they carried a 300-pound old sow that was kicking its legs in terror.

Like carrying a sacrificial offering, with difficulty and swaying, it aimed its plump, round buttocks, covered in mud and grass, at the mouth of the priceless crimson cinnabar furnace.

"Aim! Fire!"

Phew.

A dull, resonant soft sound.

The sow's huge, warm, and vibrant rump fit perfectly over the scorching furnace opening.

The heat accumulated inside the oven even caused the hair in that area to curl slightly, emitting a faint, almost imperceptible burnt smell.

The sow let out a terrified, distorted grunt and writhed in vain, but was held down firmly by a powerful hand.

Perfect seal!

"It's done!" Fang Yu wiped his sweat, looked at his masterpiece, and smiled with satisfaction.

Nangong Wan released her grip, took a step back, and looked at the scene before her that was enough to be recorded in the annals of the most perplexing behavior in the cultivation world of the Hidden Moon Sect and even the Yue Kingdom—a pill furnace, a sow's rump, and a mountain of peerless spiritual materials piled up beside it.

She felt her Dao heart trembling and couldn't help but ask, "What if it struggles and escapes? We can't just keep holding it down, can we?"

"No problem." Fang Yu chuckled and gently patted the back of the sow's thick neck.

Snapped.

A soft sound.

There were no fluctuations of spiritual energy, and no flashes of light.

But miraculously, the sow, which had been writhing in terror just a second before, suddenly froze, and then a very faint, almost transparent, milky-white halo, like a film of water, instantly covered its entire body.

Its terrified little eyes slowly closed, its whimpering stopped abruptly, and its massive body instantly relaxed, as if it had fallen into the deepest sleep, with only its slightly undulating belly proving that it was still alive.

The restless, surreal aura instantly calmed and subdued, as if it had truly transformed into a huge, warm, living furnace lid.

Nangong Wan was shocked!
This technique! Silently and instantly hypnotizing and controlling a living creature of this size?

This was no ordinary restriction! The faint white light covering her body gave her an extremely strange and incomprehensible feeling. Her intuition told her that this was definitely not a common soul magic in this world!
Fang Yu, however, acted as if he had done something trivial, patting his trouser leg and saying, "Done! This is it, they can't escape now!"

Without further delay, his expression turned solemn, and he began to walk around the alchemy furnace.

The speed of that single-handed movement was incredible! So fast that it sketched out strange hand seals in the void, invisible to the naked eye yet causing intense fluctuations in spiritual energy.

These hand seals are not directly injected into the alchemy furnace, but rather are like setting up an invisible array, imprinted on the ground, walls, and even the air.

Sometimes it draws upon the power of the earth's fire, sometimes it draws upon the faint light of stars, and sometimes it harmonizes the spiritual energy of the five elements.
Countless tiny fragments of runes, shimmering with different lusters, danced, combined, and settled in the quiet room as if they were alive.

Nangong Wan was completely dumbfounded!

This was not at all the alchemy starting method she knew!

The complexity and scale of this process of connecting with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth hardly resemble the refining of a pill.
It's clearly like setting up a massive, world-changing formation!

Her prized knowledge of Daoist alchemy seemed so pale and laughable in the face of this unheard-of and unseen process.

The elaborate formation arrangement lasted for a full hour.

When the final seal, imbued with spatial fluctuations, was cast into the void, the entire quiet room seemed to be enveloped by an invisible force field, and all the flow of spiritual energy became regular and solemn.

Fang Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiping away his sweat. "Phew, the foreplay's finally done. Damn, that was exhausting!" he muttered. Then, under Nangong Wan's almost numb gaze, he began the real work. He grabbed the ten-thousand-year-old ice crystal lotus, without using any jade container, and directly shattered it into a cloud of ice crystal dust with his bare hands using a unique vibration technique. With a flick of his finger, the dust transformed into a stream of cold air, precisely penetrating the gap between the sow's rump and the furnace opening and entering the furnace.

Next came Star Soul Grass, followed by Dragon Blood Ginseng and Nine Netherworld Resurrection Grass.
One by one, treasures that could cause a bloodbath in the outside world were shattered, refined, or directly thrown into the alchemy furnace sealed by the natural furnace lid in a brutal yet precise manner.

Including those bright red, strange flower buds.

Although Nangong Wan had never seen this thing before, she knew it was definitely not an ordinary object!
As Fang Yu accelerated his movements, each time he added a substance, a muffled roar or a strange buzzing sound came from inside the furnace, mixed with the faint, unconscious snoring of the sow in her sleep, creating an absurd symphony of alchemy.

Ding ding dang dang, hum hum hum~
Time passed amidst the rich, exotic fragrance and the eerie sounds.

The sun glides from its zenith toward the west, then sinks below the horizon, and night falls.

Under Fang Yu's continuous hand seals, the alchemy furnace emitted an astonishingly high temperature. The furnace walls were crimson red, and even the sow's rump covering it gleamed with an oily red light, as if it had been roasted. A strange, complex aroma, a mixture of medicinal fragrance and the smell of roasted meat, filled the air.

Nangong Wan went from initial shock and stunned silence to forcing herself to calm down and observe and learn, and now she feels intense unease.

Looking at the furnace and its lid, which were being baked by the high temperature, she finally couldn't help but speak, her voice filled with deep doubt and a barely perceptible tremor on the verge of collapse:
"Fang Fang Tiezhu! What kind of pill requires so long to refine? From noon to midnight! All those rare and precious materials of yours, after being refined in this kind of furnace, wouldn't they have already turned into charcoal?!"

Fang Yu was completely focused on maintaining a hand seal that drew in moonlight. Upon hearing this, he didn't even turn his head, letting out a cold snort of utter disdain:

"Hmph! You don't know anything! 'Repressed'? Pshaw! 'Slow burn'! The essence lies in the word 'slow'! If the heat isn't right, the medicine won't work. Do you think it's like boiling an egg? Just watch, the real show is yet to come!"

Before he finished speaking, a dull, thunderous "thump-thump" sound suddenly came from inside the alchemy furnace, which was completely blocked by the sow's buttocks. It was as if something was frantically ramming against the furnace wall inside. The entire furnace body, as well as the large, fat, shiny buttocks covering it, began to tremble violently and rhythmically!

On the pig's rump, wisps of visible, misty alchemical energy, a mixture of seven-colored light and chaotic aura, stubbornly and thread-by-thread squeezed out from the edge of the perfectly sealed ring.

Fang Yu was overjoyed, "It's going to work!"

Nangong Wan frowned, "What?! It's about to be completed?! The Foundation Establishment Pill?"

Fang Yu sneered.

"Foundation building?"

"I'm refining one."

"Golden elixir!"

at the same time.

After several days of negotiations, the six major sects outside Huangfeng Valley finally couldn't resist any longer and wanted to enter the valley to search for Fang Yu's whereabouts.

Of course, this is just something to listen to casually.

Anyone who knows that a Qi Refining stage cultivator is being chased by a monster with the aura of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator knows that this guy is doomed.

Even if, as the rumors suggest, Fang Yu is a Core Formation stage cultivator, it's impossible for him to escape from a Nascent Soul stage monster.

This is just an excuse.

"Old Zhong, if you don't hand over the person today, we're going to storm this place!"

"Yes! We're going to take this on!"

"Give me an explanation!"

"Give me an explanation!"

At that moment, everyone was suddenly enveloped by an extremely powerful divine sense.
Everyone's scalp tingled instantly!

That is
The oppressive aura that only a Nascent Soul stage expert can possess!

(End of this chapter)