Lu Zhen was oblivious to his surroundings, his tranquil mind wholly absorbed in refining the pill, meticulously inscribing his intent into it.
Midway through the process, he noticed something strange—it felt as natural as breathing, as if the act of pill refinement flowed in harmony with the world itself.
An invisible hand seemed to be guiding him, subtly leading him through each step.
For a moment, he was stunned, his concentration faltering as he tried to grasp what was happening.
It was real—yet unreal. Something intangible yet undeniably present aided him, an ethereal force that defied logic.
Though he couldn't see it, he knew it was there.
"Sigh, what is happening?" He shook his head, exhaling deeply as he tried to calm his thoughts. Then, his gaze shifted to his panel.
Until now, he hadn't had the time to take a proper look at it. But as he did, he found messages layered one after another.
[You are refining a pill for the first time.]
