Qinglian Island, Qinglian Peak.

In a secret room, Wang Changsheng sat cross-legged on a blue futon, his eyes fixed on the Qinglian Spiritual Cauldron in front of him, and a snow-blue flame drowned most of the Qinglian Spiritual Cauldron.

Beside Wang Changsheng, there are some refining materials, most of which are ice-type refining materials.

After a while, Wang Changsheng's magic formula was closed, his sleeves rolled up, the snow-white flame disappeared, and the top cover flew up.

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