Hall of the Nameless.
Chu Yuan was, as always, attempting to craft something.
He held an ancient tome in his hands.
Comparing with the ancient tome, he controlled the flames dominated by Divine Light to carry out his crafting.
He didn't use any alchemy furnace, purely igniting fire from the void.
Under his massive control, a blade-like object gradually took form within the flames of the void.
Whoosh...
The Divine Light flames suddenly trembled.
Seeing this, Chu Yuan's eyes narrowed, and he began to compress the flames.
Clearly, he had reached a critical moment.
If he could hold on, the treasure within the flames would certainly be crafted.
But at this critical moment.
Boom…
Suddenly, Hall of the Nameless trembled.
Disturbed by this, Chu Yuan's hand shook, and the flames went out of control.
Bang!
The flames, once out of control, burst loudly and then completely dispersed.
Failure.
Chu Yuan's face darkened.
This damn thing.
What's going on?
His figure shifted.
