93: Chapter 93 The Birth of Spirit Wine, Eight-Star Dou Master

Hun Tiandi gazed at the vast, ancient mountain range before him, his heart sighing at the magnificence of nature.

It stretched on endlessly, with no end in sight; the craggy peaks were blood-red, and the cliffs were precipitous, imposing and vast.

A sliver of golden light rose in the east, illuminating the earth, and the dark clouds above the firmament seemed to thin out considerably.

Swish!

Hun Tiandi stepped down, his figure darting forward like a sharp sword, speeding towards a sea of flowers in the distance.

The ground was covered with green grass and countless flowers, swaying continuously. As the breeze blew, many bright flowers swayed, and wisps of mist permeated the air.

A youth in a green shirt walked out. There were spots of blood on his green shirt, and his robes fluttered in the wind as he arrived before this sea of flowers.

Hu!

Looking at this cluster of flowers, the vibrant petals were dotted with crystalline dewdrops, and the rich floral fragrance moved with the breeze, refreshing the heart and lungs.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath, as if all the exhaustion in his body had been exhaled away.

With a wave of his large sleeve, he took out several jade bottles from his storage ring; they were all empty. With a thought, soul power surged from his sea of consciousness.

It enveloped the sea of flowers, capturing the crystalline, transparent dewdrops. They flew into the air, like birds returning to their nests, and fell into the jade bottles.

These Morning Sun Ice Dews were naturally pure dew, the water Hun Tiandi used to refine his spirit wine.

An hour later, nearly a hundred jade bottles were filled with Ice Dew. He immediately waved his hand again, and the jade bottles rose into the air.

The Ice Dew drops were round, and under the guidance of his soul power, they all drilled into the jade bottles.

After Hun Tiandi had collected nearly three hundred jade bottles of Morning Sun Ice Dew, he finally returned to the cave of ten-thousand-year stone milk, satisfied, and began to prepare the medicinal ingredients.

He was about to begin brewing his first spirit wine: huitian spirit wine.

The effect of the huitian spirit wine was to restore consumed Dou Qi, allowing one to maintain a long-lasting abundance of Dou Qi during life-and-death battles.

It was similar to the energy recovery pill refined by an Alchemist.

He flipped his hand to take out the alchemy canon, and a wisp of soul power surged into the energy recovery pill recipe, transmitting information into his mind.

Hun Tiandi closed his eyes slightly and began to read carefully, concerning the dosage of the medicinal ingredients, the intensity of the flame temperature...

A quarter of an hour later, he opened his eyes and flipped his hand to take out a sheet of white paper and writing materials.

The opening read: huitian spirit wine recipe, using huitian spirit fruit as the main ingredient, ten water-element magic cores, six stalks of Nether Grass, ten jin of ten-thousand-year stone milk... and one hundred jin of Morning Sun Ice Dew, blended with nearly ten types of medicinal ingredients.

ten-thousand-year stone milk was itself a heaven-sent treasure; the wine brewed from it was naturally not ordinary wine.

It was a spirit wine that restored Dou Qi and contained energy.

He proceeded using the method of brewing baijiu from that world, going through a series of fermentation and distillation processes.

Spending a day, he concocted the wine starter...

For now, the wine starter could only be simply made and could not be considered medium-grade. In the future, he would create a high-grade wine starter to brew more complex spirit wines.

Immediately, Hun Tiandi flipped his hand to take out the mieyuan furnace; this alchemy furnace had to be utilized perfectly.

Sizzle!

Hun Tiandi flicked his finger, and a wisp of golden flame fell into the mieyuan furnace. His soul power surged out to perceive the flame's temperature, and a purple huitian spirit fruit fell into the flame.

The scorching flames burned, and the huitian spirit fruit turned into ash in the flames, falling to the bottom of the furnace.

"Sigh, the flame temperature is too high; I wasted a spirit fruit!"

Hun Tiandi sighed, adjusted his mindset, lowered the temperature of the Yellow Spirit Fire in the mieyuan furnace, and flicked another huitian spirit fruit in. Under the roasting of the flames, the fruit skin shriveled and turned yellow, and drops of liquid dripped down, rolling in the flames.

When all the liquid inside the huitian spirit fruit was refined, the fruit skin turned to ash and fell to the bottom.

With the experience of the first successful refining, the efficiency of the subsequent refining improved significantly.

When all the huitian spirit fruits in his hand were refined, his eyes opened, and a mass of huitian spirit liquid the size of an infant's head appeared before him.

Wrapped in flames, he began to refine the Nether Grass, which was swallowed by the golden flames.

The Nether Grass was instantly burned into a mass of dark green liquid, which kept wriggling under the scorching temperature.

He calcined it without stopping, refining the impurities within...

"Water-element magic core."

Next, it was time to refine the magic cores.

He flipped his hand to take out ten water-element magic cores. These light blue magic cores were obtained by Hun Tiandi through his training and slaughter of magical beasts along the way.

The ten light blue water-element magic cores, under the control of his soul power, obediently fell into the furnace.

An hour later, the hard magic cores had been calcined into a mass of light blue liquid. The violent energy contained within the magic cores was removed, leaving behind pure energy...

When all ten types of medicinal herbs were completely refined.

Hun Tiandi withdrew the golden flame; it gradually disappeared from the furnace and vanished completely.

Immediately, he merged the refined medicinal liquids into a mass of light purple liquid, which looked like a purple diamond, relying on his excellent soul perception.

Just how abundant was the energy contained in this mass of liquid...

He flipped his hand to take out the abi sword, came to the stone wall, and slashed out several sword strikes. Sharp sword light burst forth, gouging a large stone from the stone wall.

Slash!

Hun Tiandi slashed out sword light from the air, the sword Qi cutting crisscross. A quarter of an hour later, he waved his large sleeve to disperse the dust, revealing the wine-brewing pool he wanted.

After cleaning it, he roasted the wine-brewing pool with a wisp of golden flame.

He began the process, flipping his hand to take out the Morning Sun Ice Dew and pouring it into the wine-brewing pool, then adding the refined ten-thousand-year stone milk, the condensed medicinal liquid, and the most crucial part of brewing.

Wine starter!

As long as the wine starter took effect, the time to brew the wine should be the day after tomorrow. At that time, he would use the distillation method to refine the essence.

Hun Tiandi carved out a stone lid and covered it tightly, waiting for fermentation.

He put away the abi sword and began to refine that small bowl of ten-thousand-year-plus stone milk.

Swallowing ten drops of the ten-thousand-year-plus stone milk, the energy was extremely vast. He sat cross-legged, formed cultivation seals with his hands, and activated the Blood Scripture to refine the energy of the stone milk.

The Dou Qi in his meridians was whistling, refining the slight impurities in the energy of the stone milk, increasing the refining time several-fold.

At the same time, the Ten Thousand Sword Art circulated. The Dou Qi in his Qi vortex surged out, following the cultivation route of the Ten Thousand Sword Art, deriving streams of sword Qi that traveled through his meridians, tempering his flesh and blood.

Allowing every inch of flesh and blood, every inch of bone, to be stained with sharp sword Qi,

A powerful hot current, like a rushing river, surged and impacted Hun Tiandi's meridians and Qi vortex, churning like an out-of-control flood.

Hun Tiandi had not expected that the energy of this ten-thousand-year-plus stone milk would be so extremely vigorous.

The two great cultivation techniques operated, refining and absorbing the energy within.

It began to nourish the meridians in his body, repairing and widening the hidden injuries, followed by cleansing his physical body and the bone marrow sea within his bones.

Every bone was cleansed several times.

The pain was deep into the bone marrow, an almost unbearable torture.

Finally, this energy flowed into the depths of the bone marrow sea. This felt like a dormant volcano erupting, and the violent sword Qi began to run wild.

It ravaged and roamed within his body.

Making Hun Tiandi experience what it meant to be in a fate worse than death.

He pushed the Ten Thousand Sword Art to its peak, sorting out the rampage within his body. The sharp sword Qi tempered his body, allowing Hun Tiandi to perceive that the strength of his physical body had increased significantly.

Hun Tiandi gained a hint of insight into sword intent, and a rough prototype formed in his mind.

When the stone milk energy was digested, Hun Tiandi felt an indescribable sense of comfort all over his body.

It was as if he were soaking in the Foundation Establishment Elixir.