Even Aiven couldn't help but be enchanted by the beautiful light particles floating like stars within them. Who could have imagined that such a beautiful thing could be the remnant of a "ghost"?

It was purely luck to have obtained this "Dust of Evil Spirits" shortly after arriving on the New Continent.

Moreover, since it originally consisted of many souls gathered around the concept of "Childless Evil Spirit," the leftover dust was certainly substantial.

But.

Next time I want to see this selflessly dedicated evil spirit "Pocatello," who knows when it will be?

It might need this area to have souls matching the legends pass away again, and then slowly reassemble over decades to centuries.

However.

Aiven was extremely skeptical whether it still has the chance to reappear amidst the current fervent colonial enterprise.

When there are no more Atrean People living in this area, not to mention new evil spirits, even the concept of "Pocatello" might gradually vanish...

Bloop—

Using candles, essential oils, and a silver dagger as tools, he routinely erected a Spiritual Barrier and Barrier Wall, physically and spiritually isolating this longhouse from the outside world.

As the highest tier magic potion in the apprentice stage, this potion allows humans to connect with the dangerous and unpredictable Extraordinary Origin—the "Spirit Realm," already considered a portal linking to the Otherworld!

Especially during the unstable phase of the preparation process, it was necessary to take proper protective measures.

If inadvertently provoking some mysterious presence from the "Spirit Realm," regardless of its nature, is not something any wizard preparing a potion wants to encounter.

"Glug... Glug..."

During the intersection of winter and spring, day and night, mountain spring water extracted from 14.2857 cm below (this number is said to be the distance from the Material World to the Spirit Realm, though precision isn't necessary as long as it covers the figure) had boiled.

The limited materials cannot be wasted.

Adjusting my status to the best, Aiven carefully weighed 20 grams of fully dried Large Deer Mushroom, ground it into fine powder, and added it into the water.

Next came Knotweed, Sagebrush, Hell Bell (Mandala Flower), Celestial Blue...

Be it ground powder, fresh juice, or whole plants, Aiven meticulously followed every step.

Although all the auxiliary materials needed were already gathered in the Alchemy School "Magic Potion Branch," even the materials requiring fresh plants were well-preserved in the "Magic Pocket."

But actually, many of these things are abundant on the New Continent, and the active "Magic Element" clearly caused these peculiar witchcraft materials to proliferate unusually.

The Shaman Apsuova generously opened his collection to Aiven, especially since the quality of Sagebrush and Mandala Flowers surpassed those in the Alchemy School's collection.

Aiven unreservedly replaced them.

If this doesn't succeed, then it's truly not a problem with the materials...

Time ticked away second by second.

Bloop! Bloop! Bloop!...

The cauldron had transformed into a mass of brown, bubbling, viscous, bizarre liquid. Except for the color, anyone could believe it was a pot of tar.

Moreover, Aiven was well aware that even if not used for potion-making, most of these materials were highly hallucinogenic.

If a regular person consumed any randomly, their soul might detach directly.

Uh, the kind that would never return...

At this moment boiled together, just its wafting smell could make someone play joyfully with little people in yellow hats.

He glanced at the time in the "Data Visualization."

The total boiling time had reached the "standard sand timer inverted thirty-six times" as stated in the formula; before clocks were invented, sand timers were indispensable tools for wizards during experiments.

A standard sand timer inversion actually equals one minute.

And the number thirty-six represents the time flow speed multiplier of the Spirit Realm compared to the real world, with the Spirit Realm thirty-six times faster.

Precisely timing the last second, Aiven poured the glowing dust from the crystal bottle down.

Poof—!

The potion formula described the craft at this stage very mystically.

The dosage entirely relies on the wizard's own spiritual sensing, at least to date, no sage has ever provided an exact dosage at this step.

Recorded in "Flesh Sacrifice," someone following spiritual guidance once poured all the "Dust of Evil Spirits" they've painstakingly collected for two years to succeed, while others added just an imperceptible trace and also succeeded.

Nevertheless, Aiven felt that even when involving the ethereal spirituality, there should be established rules to follow. Not having discovered them now doesn't mean they will never be found.

"Data Visualization" meticulously recorded Aiven's entire preparation process, whether success or failure, providing some beneficial insights for the next preparation.

Afterward, like those past predecessors, he poured in one-tenth with confidence guided by his "spiritual" sensing.

Vroom—

Silvery spiritual wind swept through the entire space encircled by the Barrier Wall.

The once thick liquid resembling tar rapidly clarified, its impurities slowly sedimented, beneficial potion slowly separated upwards.

Even if the alcohol lamp's flame remained vigorous, it could no longer induce any boiling in the potion.

Finally, except for some gray-brown sediment at the bottom, the surface transformed into a clear liquid radiating silver light.

"Strange, the surface layer matches the successful description, so where did these impurities come from?"

Aiven's murmur had just fallen.

Bang—

The heat stored unknowingly suddenly erupted.

The entire pot of potion splashed out, instantly filling the room with steam.

Hiss!

However, Aiven, amidst all this, felt no heat from the boiling water but rather a chill behind him.

Without turning back, he dashed forward.

Next moment.

A scream dashed past his scalp.

And Aiven had already rolled through the table supporting the cauldron, emerging from beneath on the opposite side.

Turning back.

In the place where he originally stood, a ghostly figure with a familiar face, pale and hollow-eyed, gave him a creepy smile.

Then it withdrew its pitch-black ghost claw, slowly dissipating into the air.

On the ground laid only a circle of fine black dust.

That was the final residue of all previous drugs after the preparation failure.

Being attacked by a failed bizarre potion is a daily ordeal for a "magic potion" wizard.

Aiven had long accustomed.

Just a ghost's shadow, and in the space sealed by the Spiritual Barrier, unable to make contact with the dangerous Spirit Realm, at most held only the energy that a pot of potion could contain.

Far from being able to kill him!

Aiven's expression unchanged, cleaned the cluttered experimental table, then started over...

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