Chapter 1280: Chapter 483: Heavenly Dome Bai Yujing

"These seven nebulae are so clear, and you can’t see them?"

Zhou Xuan was slightly surprised. Just then, Sister Cui was also beside him. Today, they were going to perform alchemy, and the construction of the pill furnace relied on Sister Cui’s "Earth Law".

Sister Cui peered for a while and said to Zhou Xuan, "Brother Zhou, don’t blame Lao Bai for saying he can’t see them; I can’t see those seven nebulae either."

"You can’t see them either? Is it just me who can see them?"

The discussion among Zhou Xuan and the others drew over their old friends who were not far away.

Everyone covered their eyes, but after looking around, they almost all failed to see the "nebulae" on the Star Sky Scroll,

except for the incense fire Taoist and the Butcher, who could see them.

"I seem to understand a bit now," the incense fire Taoist said, reaching above the Xie Family’s Cave with his hand.

When he finished grabbing, he opened his palm, and there were only a few pink threads, still writhing.

"The Heavenly God was slain, and his abundant Taoist practice dissipated. The incarnations of the old Dream Realm Heavenly God were cut down shortly; in the generation of Xie Family’s Cave, one should be able to easily grab lots of Dao Qi from the Dream Realm Heavenly God,

but now, with my grab, there are only a few strands."

The incense fire Taoist looked at the Star Sky Scroll and said, "So there’s only one possibility: the Dao Qi of the old Dream Realm Heavenly God was absorbed by that Star Sky Scroll."

"Those seven pink nebulae are also formed by the Dao Qi of the Dream Realm Heavenly God."

The incense fire Taoist spoke with curiosity, "Zhou Housheng, your Star Sky Scroll is really a good Magic Artifact, like a glutton, it eats everything, even the Dao Qi of a Heavenly God. With it, who knows what precious elixirs you will refine tonight."

Zhou Xuan didn’t have time to think about the elixir’s outcome; he only wanted to know one thing—since seven more nebulae had been added, does the pill furnace need to be redesigned?

"The nebulae represent fire eyes, and with more fire eyes added, the pill furnace naturally needs to be redesigned, but the problem is, I don’t know what those nebulae look like."

Alchemist Bai Lu was troubled,

but Zhou Xuan, having the prior experience, didn’t hesitate and summoned the Little Brain.

The Little Brain reluctantly came out of the Secret Realm and asked Zhou Xuan, "Master, you have to promise me something."

"Promise you what?" Zhou Xuan was puzzled by this out-of-context statement.

The Little Brain said resentfully, "You brought so much food into the Secret Realm, and everyone is lining up, waiting for mealtime. I... was also waiting... and then you called me out..."

"I know, you’re afraid that if you come out to work, the others will eat all the food, and you won’t even get a sip of the soup, right?"

Zhou Xuan asked.

"Exactly, exactly, that’s what I mean."

"Don’t worry about it; missing a bite won’t matter. Just focus on your work."

With Zhou Xuan’s assurance, the Little Brain gathered motivation, rubbed its hands, and asked, "No problem then, Master, just tell me what you want me to do."

"Project a copy of the Star Sky Scroll," Zhou Xuan pointed to the Star Sky Scroll, "The projection has to be one-to-one, with no errors whatsoever. Little Brain, remember what I said before: achieving one hundred percent precision can sometimes be a form of art, and it’s an explosive kind of art."

A one-to-one projection, a perfect replication—whether it’s explosive art, Zhou Xuan wasn’t sure, but he knew if it wasn’t one-to-one, then the alchemy would explode—a furnace explosion!

If a pill furnace as big as a mountain exploded, wouldn’t it spew out a mushroom cloud?

Hopefully, it wouldn’t flatten the newly constructed Ye Ming River in a rumble.

"Rest assured, Master, trust Little Brain, trust the power of ’belief’."

The walnut-sized Little Brain, with its immense energy, used light to continuously weave three-dimensional projections in front of Zhou Xuan.

Before long,

the projection was completed, an identical replica of the Star Sky Scroll, intricately crafted.

Zhou Xuan then carefully painted the pink nebulae from the Star Sky Scroll, one by one, onto the three-dimensional projection.

After finishing the painting, Zhou Xuan carefully compared them once again, ensuring there were no mistakes, then he said to Alchemist Bai Lu, "Lao Bai, the extra nebulae look like this, you can design the pill furnace."

"No problem, no problem."

Alchemist Bai Lu’s eyes almost stuck to the projection, looking left and right, seeing it clearly before he sat in the Taishi Chair at the central depression of the Xie Family’s Cave, leaning over the storyteller’s table, asked for some paper, and started redesigning the pill furnace drawings.

With Alchemist Bai Lu’s new drawings, the subsequent preparations went smoothly,

Little Brain used the new drawings to project a three-dimensional image of the Big Alchemy Furnace,

and then it was Sister Cui’s turn, as the "only" furnace master, she relied on the three-dimensional image to understand the internal and external structures of the pill furnace thoroughly.

"Brother Zhou, I’ve understood it."

Sister Cui meant it was time to start work.

Zhou Xuan, somewhat uneasy, reminded, "Sister Cui, the timing of the alchemy isn’t short; you should double-check everything thoroughly before proceeding."

Last time, Sister Cui helped Zhou Xuan build a furnace to refine medicine powder, but how large was that furnace?

As the saying goes, a small boat is easy to turn around. Today’s furnace is definitely a big boat, a very large one. If there were mistakes midway, it would be difficult to correct them.

"Don’t worry, Brother Zhou, I’ve memorized every detail of the furnace, big and small. As long as the drawings are correct, I won’t make a mistake."

For a moment, Sister Cui was back in her shopkeeping days—she could grab the exact amount of spices and seasonings with one hand, tossing them into the pot. A hundred bowls of noodles, and each would taste exactly the same, never wrong.