C43 Ten Thousand Years.

Before he could gather his wits, the Spiritual Plants in the cauldron had already melted into a liquid, defying his expectations of becoming a burnt mess.

"How can this be?" Elder Qing felt overwhelmed by the day's revelations.

"There's nothing impossible about it. If you integrate the medicinal cauldron into your being, you can achieve the same."

Qin Ming was a man of few words