Sea Ancestral Temple...
The alchemy chamber within Kent chamber was built at the sea's edge—half submerged, half above water. The sound of crashing waves echoed through the coral-pillared walls, a natural rhythm that guided the breath of any cultivator working inside.
Kent sat shirtless, legs crossed, inside a massive ancient cauldron circle. Flickering sea flames danced beneath the bronze cauldron he'd personally stabilized with a ten-fold defensive formation, rune chains glowing faintly in the air.
Ingredients hovered midair—floating pearls, bitter gourd vine essence, phoenix coral powder, and a single drop of Sea Serpent marrow suspended in golden liquid.
This was no ordinary concoction.
