The Ingredients are…

Tan Wei's eyes snapped open, his heart racing as the booming voice of the red-haired man echoed in his mind.

"Everything on Earth is my ingredient; everything in the Heavens is my fuel."

A mysterious cultivation technique imprinted itself within his consciousness. The chants were cryptic; their meaning was vast and unfathomable. Yet, each word seared itself into his soul, like molten iron branding flesh.

Primordial Cooking Scripture!

A Primordial Chaos-grade cultivation technique!

When the Suppression Cauldron acknowledged Tan Wei, every array within the pocket dimension collapsed. All the screens displaying the events inside went blank.

"Huh? What's happening?" murmurs began spreading through the crowd gathered in the plaza. Concern and confusion rippled among them, their eyes glued to the lifeless screens.

Even Yin Bao, the overseer, was taken aback. However, he quickly composed himself and addressed the growing unrest.