Power surged through my veins like liquid fire. I sat cross-legged on the stone floor, basking in the newfound strength that the shadow entity had granted me. The Grandmasters Realm power felt intoxicating, making even the air around me seem to bend to my will.
"With this power, I can do anything," I whispered to myself.
My thoughts turned immediately to crafting. If I was going to save Isabelle, I needed every advantage possible. The Nine Transformation Pill was legendary—capable of completely rebuilding one's foundation and multiplying their potential. Few alchemists could even attempt it, but with my current power level, it was within reach.
I gathered my tools methodically—jade mortar, spirit-infused pestle, and rare ingredients I'd been saving for a special occasion. The most precious was a millennium-old spirit fruit that pulsed with ethereal light. Its juice alone could sustain a cultivator for months.
"Six days," I murmured, calculating. "That's what it'll take."
