I was so scared that I put all my points into health.

Upon hearing the name, the hall fell silent. Master Silas Shadowsong was highly respected in his field; his rigorous academic approach and profound understanding of the performing arts commanded everyone's utmost respect. Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, the curtain on one side of the stage slowly rose, and Master Silas Shadowsong strode confidently onto the stage. He wore a long robe adorned with mysterious runes, his eyes deep and wise, as if he himself had hailed from the magical and legendary world of the West.

After taking his seat, Silas, the master of film and music, first congratulated and thanked the audience and all the participating teams. Then, he cleared his throat and said in a calm and magnetic voice, "In judging this first prize for group performance, we went through multiple rounds of consideration. We comprehensively evaluated the performance from multiple aspects, including the creativity of the performance, the accuracy of the character portrayal, the tacit understanding of the teamwork, and the overall effect of the stage presentation."

He paused slightly, his gaze slowly sweeping over the various participating teams, as if paying tribute to each one. "This first-prize winning team performed exceptionally well in every aspect. Their performance was not merely simple imitation, but a profound exploration of the character's soul. On stage, they were as real as characters who had stepped out of that mysterious game world. Whether it was the delicate emotional exchange or the focused research, they made the audience feel as if they were in that wondrous world."

At this moment, the audience below the stage seemed to be drawn by invisible threads, all ears perked up and eyes fixed intently on Master Silas Shadowsong. Their focused expressions suggested that a moment's distraction would cause them to miss a momentous secret. The entire hall was so quiet that only the tense breathing of the members could be heard; everyone was eagerly awaiting the final result.

Master Silas Shadowsong stood in the center of the stage, his tall figure seemingly shrouded in a mysterious halo. He slowly opened his mouth and finally announced the name of the highly anticipated team: "The winner of the first prize for group awards is—the masters of the Alchemy Guild of the Magic Guild, who just won the Best Item Award!" This voice, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattered the silence of the hall.

Upon hearing the name, the uncles and elders of the magic guild's alchemy group erupted in excited cheers, like a powder keg ignited. Their cheers seemed to burst forth from the depths of their hearts, filled with boundless joy and release. Several of the uncles reacted particularly strongly; emotions that had been building up over the years surged forth like a flood, and they were moved to tears. In the days leading up to this competition, they had poured their hearts and souls into it, and the creation of each prop had consumed a great deal of their time and energy.

At that moment, they embraced each other excitedly, their shoulders trembling with emotion. Tears of excitement and joy welled in their eyes, shimmering beautifully under the spotlight like pearls sparkling in the long river of time. Several of the men seemed to have become several years younger, jumping up and down with boundless energy, their vibrant dance steps seemingly announcing their joy to the world. Other members waved their props excitedly, the props shimmering with an otherworldly light under the lights, as if responding to their enthusiasm. They waved warmly to the audience, their faces beaming with happiness.

The audience, caught up in the enthusiastic atmosphere, erupted in thunderous applause and cheers. The applause surged like a powerful tide, wave after wave, lingering for a long time. The cheers, like fireworks rising and falling in the night sky, filled the entire venue. This was their most sincere blessing to the award winners, a recognition of their hard work and talent.

Master Silas Shadowsong beamed with a contented smile, a smile as warm and captivating as a blooming flower. He bowed slightly, extending his hands to the venerable gentlemen of the Magic Guild's Alchemy Team in an inviting gesture. The gentlemen, filled with joy, returned to the stage, each step seemingly floating on clouds of happiness. Master Silas Shadowsong carefully picked up the highly prestigious trophy, which shimmered with dazzling golden light under the spotlight, the golden radiance spreading like threads through the air. The patterns on the trophy seemed to tell the story of the gentlemen's dedication and effort, and also to showcase their glory and splendor.

Wang Xiaoyi (Meta Knight), holding a magic megaphone, walked briskly to their side. His eyes held a hint of teasing curiosity as he asked with a smile, "Feeling incredibly good right now?" Hearing this question, the faces of the middle-aged men flushed with happiness. Some of them were already in their fifties, the years having left their mark; their hair was gray, like frost in winter. They had truly given their all for this competition.

The uncle who dressed up as Nora, in particular, racked his brains to perfectly portray the demeanor of a little girl. When he got home, he didn't even have time to spend with his family; his eyes were glued to his granddaughter. He meticulously observed her every move, from the tone of her voice to her gait, even scrutinizing her little expressions. Eventually, he watched her so much that she got annoyed. But now, all the hard work has transformed into happiness and joy.

Just then, the staff carefully carried some commonly used alchemical tools and implements onto the stage. Under the lights, these tools and implements exuded a mysterious aura, as if silently telling the story of the wonder and profundity of alchemy.

Upon seeing this, a low gasp of astonishment erupted from the crowd. Everyone stared wide-eyed, filled with doubt: Was this a performance? However, when Silas Shadowsong himself slowly walked onto the stage, their guesses were confirmed, yet they were immediately filled with disbelief. After all, Silas Shadowsong was a titan of a legend in everyone's eyes.

Silas Shadowsong stood smiling in the center of the stage, his eyes radiating an indescribable passion and focus. He cleared his throat and then said in a calm and magnetic voice, "Today, I will demonstrate the mixing process of several advanced healing potions."

His words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples across the crowd. A burst of excited cheers erupted from below, everyone's faces flushed with excitement. Especially the older men, whose emotions were like flames ignited.

These gentlemen are all master-level figures who were hired into the Alchemy Department of the Magic Academy at a young age. In the field of alchemy, they are undoubtedly experienced and knowledgeable experts. However, at this moment, under the immense aura of Silas Shadowsong, they willingly play the role of assistants.

They were like a group of devout apprentices, their eyes fixed on Silas Shadowsong's every move. They bustled about the stage, diligently preparing the intermediate materials for the advanced healing potion according to Silas Shadowsong's instructions.

Silas Shadowsong explained the importance and principles of each step in a soft voice while skillfully operating the equipment. The older men carefully assisted him, some cautiously picking up the mixing agent and meticulously measuring the dosage, others attentively grinding the powder to ensure its fineness.

Every movement was so professional and meticulous, the entire stage seemed to have become a mysterious alchemical laboratory, and everyone was immersed in this magical alchemical world.

Silas Shadowsong stood in the center of the stage, with various alchemical tools and materials laid out in front of him. He began to concoct a high-grade healing potion.

First, he picked up an exquisite crucible, its material resembling a special metal, with a silvery-gray luster and a subtle, shimmering glow. He gently placed it on a nearby stone tripod, ensuring it was stable. Then, he picked up a small cloth bag from the side, untied it, and inside was a powder of herbs shimmering with a pale blue light. This powder was carefully selected; in alchemical terms, this herb was called "Azure Star Leaf," possessing powerful healing properties.

Silas Shadowsong used a small silver spoon to carefully scoop up a tiny spoonful of the Azure Star Leaf powder and pour it into the crucible. His movements were extremely slow and precise, as if each grain of powder was incredibly precious. After pouring in the appropriate amount of powder, he gently placed the spoon on a clean cloth beside him.

Next, he picked up a small bottle from the shelf beside him. The bottle contained a clear liquid, the crucial "Star Dew." Star Dew is an extremely rare substance, said to be obtainable only from morning dew collected at specific magical moments and processed with special magic. He slowly tilted the bottle, pouring the Star Dew into the cauldron. The instant the Star Dew came into contact with the azure star leaf powder, a soft blue light emanated from the cauldron, accompanied by a slight hissing sound, as if the two were merging and conversing.

Then, he took out a piece of specially ground ore from the drawer. This ore, called "Spirit Crystal Ore," had a pale purple crystalline structure. He placed the Spirit Crystal Ore in a small grinder and began to grind it. As his arm turned rhythmically, the Spirit Crystal Ore gradually turned into fine powder. After grinding, he poured the Spirit Crystal Ore powder into a crucible.

At this moment, the substances inside the crucible began to undergo a wondrous transformation. Under the influence of Star Dew and Spirit Crystal Ore powder, the azure star leaf powder began to slowly rotate, its color gradually deepening. Silas Shadowsong intently watched everything within the crucible; he knew that this was the time to channel energy.

He stretched out his hands and gently placed them on either side of the crucible, beginning to unleash the magic of alchemy. A soft golden light emanated from his palms, slowly flowing into the crucible. Driven by the magic, the substance inside the crucible began to boil, churning and emitting a more intense light, transforming from a soft blue to a bright white.

As the light stabilized, Silas Shadowsong ceased the infusion of magic. He picked up a small strainer and poured the liquid from the crucible through it into a prepared crystal container. This strainer could filter out any incompletely fused impurities. The healing potion liquid that came out after filtering was clear and transparent, emitting a faint glow.

Finally, he picked up a delicate little bottle and carefully poured the high-grade healing potion from the crystal container into it. The bottle was instantly enveloped in a faint halo of light, indicating that the high-grade healing potion was complete.

During the creation process, the older men nearby were also busy. Some were responsible for maintaining a stable ambient temperature and adjusting the nearby magical rune devices; others meticulously recorded key data for each step, such as the amount of Azure Star Leaf powder used, the amount of Star Dew added, and the duration of magic infusion. Everyone was fully focused on assisting Silas Shadowsong in completing the preparation of this miraculous, high-grade healing potion.

After completing the previous incantation, Silas Shadowsong gently set down what he was holding, his eyes revealing an even more fervent anticipation. He turned around and picked up an ancient and mysterious box from the side of the stage. The box was made of an unknown black wood, covered with intricate runes that shimmered with a faint purple light, as if speaking of ancient power.

He opened the box, inside which lay a crystal emitting a ghostly blue light. This crystal was called the "Heart of Shadows," which he had obtained by chance during an extremely dangerous magical adventure. The "Heart of Shadows" contained powerful life force and was a key ingredient for crafting high-grade healing potions.

Silas Shadowsong placed the "Heart of Shadows" at the center of a special stone platform. This platform was crafted from a mineral called "Spirit Flame Stone," which has excellent conductivity for magical energy.

Then, he poured a drop of "Star Tear" from an exquisite jade bottle. These "Star Tear" were dewdrops imbued with the power of stars, collected when a shooting star streaked across the night sky; each drop was incredibly precious. When the "Star Tear" fell onto the "Heart of Shadows," the Heart of Shadows instantly erupted with a powerful blue light, almost illuminating the entire stage.

Then, he picked up a flower called the "Dream Flower." The Dream Flower was ethereal in color, with pale purple petals and golden stamens. He plucked the petals one by one and placed them into a crystal mortar. As he ground the petals, they gradually melted, transforming into a viscous liquid that emitted a soft glow.

He poured the viscous liquid into a special container, then added some of the intermediate materials from the previous preparation process. These materials began to fuse together under his unique magical guidance. He moved his hands, chanting ancient incantations, each syllable acting like a key, unlocking the door to the fusion of magical energy.

As the incantation was chanted, the substance within the container began to undergo a wondrous transformation. The once clear liquid gradually thickened, and colorful vortices appeared. Silas Shadowsong continuously adjusted the magical output in his hands, controlling the speed and direction of the vortexes.

Then, he took out a small pinch of "stardust sand." Stardust sand is a type of tiny particle formed after a meteor impacts the ground, containing mysterious energy from the universe. He gently sprinkled the stardust sand into the container, and instantly, the light inside the container became even more dazzling and colorful.

As the light reached its peak, Silas Shadowsong leaped high into the air and slammed his hands down on the container. A powerful surge of magic flowed from his hands into the container, completely fusing the substances within. Then, he poured the high-grade healing potion from the container into a beautifully crafted, jewel-encrusted vial.

The moment this high-grade healing potion was created, the entire stage was enveloped in a dazzling rainbow-colored light. Within the light, countless lives seemed to flourish, and healing power permeated the air. The older gentlemen in the audience were stunned, marveling at Silas Shadowsong's unique skill; this bottle of high-grade healing potion was undoubtedly a masterpiece of alchemy.

At this very moment, Silas Shadowsong was actually crafting high-grade potions for the group award winners on the spot, undoubtedly bestowing upon them a tremendous honor. It should be noted that the creation of such high-grade potions normally takes a considerable amount of time.

The production process involves the precise blending of numerous materials, each with stringent requirements, and the fusion and reaction between them require meticulous control. From collecting rare herbs and ores to processing them using complex alchemical techniques, and then waiting for the potion to slowly ferment or crystallize in a specific environment, every step must be flawless, and the entire process often requires a great deal of effort and a long time to wait for the results.

However, in Silas Shadowsong's hands, it all happened with magical speed, as if by magic. His hands seemed to possess a magical power, each movement precise and efficient. The materials seemed to obey his commands, rapidly fusing and reacting within the container without the slightest delay.

The elven dragon king (in human form) sitting in the audience keenly sensed something amiss. Its eyes widened, filled with surprise and curiosity, as it discovered that Silas Shadowsong could use time magic. The spacetime around Silas Shadowsong seemed to subtly distort, as if time itself was being stretched or compressed. Steps that would normally take a considerable amount of time were being completed rapidly under the acceleration of this time magic.

The Elf King Dragon's heart stirred; it seemed to sense a faint trace of its old friend's presence. It recalled the Time Mana it was searching for, an old friend like an invisible wind, elusive and unpredictable. It couldn't help but secretly vow that after this grand event, it would definitely ask that cunning old fox if he had seen its old friend, Time Mana. Its eyes were fixed on Silas Shadowsong, its gaze filled with both admiration for his displayed magical abilities and a hint of inquiry.