Ice!” Leylin muttered an incantation in the Byrn language.
White mist suddenly appeared from the petri dish, condensing into a layer of ice and solidifying the frozen green substance yet again.
“It is time!” Leylin placed the frozen lump into a beaker, where a flame blazed continuously underneath the beaker.
“The final step!” Leylin’s eyes widened, and he poured the purified crimson liquid into the beaker.
A thread of his spiritual force also continuously extended into the beaker.
“Pa!” A sound suddenly came from the beaker, the frozen lump and the red liquid suddenly turned black, and a sickening stench emitted from it.
“Have I failed?” Leylin was indifferent.
“A.I. Chip, analyse the reason!”
[Beep! In the process of analysing……Conclusion: The Host’s spiritual force was unstable, and the temperature of the flames caused some distortion……]
The A.I. Chip replayed Leylin’s earlier actions and revealed the reason for failure.