Su Ming thought about the state of the current world. In this day and age, even Saint Rank alchemists were rare, treated like legends by the major sects. A Saint could already transcend mortal limitations, creating pills that carried supernatural properties. But this diary did not even care about Saints.
An Alchemy King was a tier above Saint. An Emperor was above King. And beyond that was the rank of Immortal.
'To refine pills without fire or cauldron...'
It was a level of mastery that completely shattered his current understanding of the path. He stared at the yellowed bamboo slip, the simple words carrying a weight that made his hands tremble slightly. The ancient world had reached heights that the current era could not even hope to match.
He rolled the slip back up with slow, deliberate movements and placed it inside his ring. He would have to keep this mystery in mind and investigate further.
