Situ Ting bit her fingertip, skillfully and quickly setting up a hidden barrier and arranging the spiritual energy device on the rooftop. Then she sat cross-legged and her fingers flew as she formed a spell.

The spiritual energy was drawn by the magic, drifting out of the device and swirling around her.

As the spiritual energy increased, it gradually formed a golden cocoon, enveloping Situ Ting within it.

Suddenly, the sky, which had been clear and sunny just moments before, became covered with dark clouds, and rumbling thunder came from the depths of the clouds, like the low roar of an ancient beast.

The trees along the street were blown about by the strong wind, their leaves falling all over the ground. Pedestrians quickened their pace, complaining about the unpredictable weather as they hurried home.

Unseen by anyone, just a few dozen meters above their heads, streaks of purple lightning were striking a silver-haired woman. She was suspended in a cocoon, her eyes tightly closed, her face flushed, and hot sweat dripping from her forehead.

About half an hour later, after the six bolts of lightning struck, Situ Ting looked as if she had been pulled out of the water, with strands of hair sticking to her face.

She took a deep breath and quickly formed another hand seal.

As soon as it was printed, the spiritual cocoon burst forth with a dazzling golden light.

As the golden light faded, the cocoon also disappeared, and Situ Ting's body was dry again, her complexion even more rosy and full.

She slowly opened her eyes.

The spell covering his eyes dissipated, revealing his deep red right eye.

At this moment, the red is more intense than ever before.

Inside her dantian, a round and bright bead appeared, releasing a soft, silk-like light with her breath.

The golden elixir has been formed.