The cauldron was scorching hot and boiling, letting out wisps of white smoke. Fortunately, the cave was well-ventilated; otherwise, Hong Yuan would have found the smoke unbearable.
BOOM! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!
The noise from the Worms in the cauldron grew louder and more intense. The heavy lid would even lift slightly at times, a testament to the ferocity within.
Hong Yuan found this interesting because this one was even more ferocious than the Sting Bee Worms he had refined before. Ferocity was good; a weapon of violence needed to be savage. The Sting Bee Worm, cultivated with a specific focus on its aggressive nature, possessed such ferocity it was nearly uncontrollable.
To express his respect for it, Hong Yuan promptly removed his right glove. A layer of Silver Flower True Essence flowed from his palm, covering the cauldron and nurturing the Worm inside that was undergoing transformation.
