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The mountain-sized medicinal cauldron spun rapidly, stirring up violent airflow across tens of thousands of meters. The swirling wind conver
The mountain-sized medicinal cauldron spun rapidly, stirring up violent airflow across tens of thousands of meters. The swirling wind converged into a colossal tornado, tearing through the palace buildings of the Medicine Tribe. Large sections collapsed, and nearby, weaker disciples were swept up into the storm, reduced to nothing more than a mist of blood. The Pill Formation Array was disrupted, leaving surrounding Medicine Tribe disciples unable to replenish the residual energy of the Medicine Emperor's soul fragment.
"Stop, you bastard!" roared the Medicine Emperor's soul fragment in fury, raising his hand again. A large cauldron, condensed from battle energy and smaller in size than the previous one, materialized and came crashing down with great force.
Meanwhile, Qian Renhan gathered all his strength, raising his right fist high. His right arm stretched out like a drawn bow before he punched the rapidly spinning giant cauldron, which had been accelerated to a level that stirred the very winds and clouds.
Boom!
With a deafening explosion, the massive cauldron—struck by the Yellow Springs Palm more than ten times—shot out like a cannonball. The space it passed through shattered into fragments. The opposing cauldron, condensed from battle energy, shattered instantly without resistance—there was no clash of equals, no explosion from a fierce contest of strength. The mountain-sized cauldron crushed it easily and continued hurtling toward the Medicine Emperor's soul fragment, plowing forward for over ten thousand meters and sweeping up waves of earth and sand.
As the dust cleared, a thousand-zhang-wide chasm came into view, ending in a giant crater with a radius of over ten thousand zhang. The massive cauldron lay buried in the sand. At the point of impact, the body of the Medicine Emperor's soul fragment was obliterated from the shoulders down, leaving only his head and a damaged neck. Qian Renhan's eyes remained indifferent. Both his hands had turned purple from exertion. His right palm—used to punch the cauldron—was mangled, with torn flesh revealing cracked white bone beneath, and blood dripped steadily from it.
"Damn it… damn it all…"
The Medicine Emperor's soul fragment glared hatefully at Qian Renhan. A faint cracking sound echoed in the air—not loud, but at that moment, every member of the Medicine Tribe froze in place. They could feel something within their bloodline silently slipping away.
"Ancestor…"
Yao Wanhou, drained of his battle energy, stared blankly at the sky, his crimson eyes full of disbelief. It was as if his faith had shattered.
Crack!
While the Medicine Tribe disciples were still dazed, the great formation began to tremble violently. Finally, under countless horrified gazes, it shattered with a crisp sound.
"The formation has collapsed..."
Despite exhausting all their strength, they had still failed to change the outcome. Under the figure looming in the sky like a demon god, space was sealed. The Medicine Tribe's Dou Sheng experts had been drained of their battle energy. Everyone in the tribe was gripped by overwhelming despair and terror.
The next second, that fear was no longer confined to their faces—it spread to their very bodies. They watched in horror as the revered Dou Sheng elders—those they flattered and worshipped like gods—had their souls stripped away, reduced to lifeless corpses.
"This Formation of Ancient Transformation, which extracts the medicinal power from pills and herbs, is quite impressive—very similar to the Soul-Devouring Extinction Array. Patriarch of the Medicine Tribe, why don't you explain it to me yourself?"
Qian Renhan twisted the Medicine Tribe patriarch's soul into a compact mass and swallowed it, chewing deliberately.
The patriarch's soul power was merely at the peak of the Heaven Realm—equivalent to a ninth-grade treasured pill—so Qian Renhan didn't hold it in high regard.
Through the patriarch's memories, Qian Renhan came to understand the principles behind the Formation of Ancient Transformation. He also learned that breaking into the Emperor Realm required soul power on an unimaginable scale—devouring thirty peak Heaven Realm souls wouldn't be enough. When the Soul Clan helped Void Swallowing Flame break through to the Emperor Realm, they annihilated three ancient clans, one of which was the Medicine Tribe.
"I should focus on improving my cultivation first. The Medicine Emperor's Art is a peak Heaven-Tier late-stage technique. Besides the pill soul I devoured, I also obtained three peak Heaven Realm soul essences and five late-stage Heaven Realm ones. That's a considerable haul."
Soon, Qian Renhan secluded himself within the debris of the now-ruined mountain range. He disposed of the bodies of all Medicine Tribe experts who had reached Half-Saint level or above, then began cultivating the tribe's strongest ancestral technique: the Medicine Emperor's Art.
One month later, Qian Renhan emerged from seclusion. The pressure radiating from his body was more than ten times stronger than before. The black battle energy surrounding him was immensely dense and heavy—a sign that it had reached the pinnacle of late-stage Heaven Tier cultivation. This was the highest level of battle energy known on the Dou Qi Continent.
"Mid-Stage Eight-Star Dou Sheng, peak level… The Medicine Tribe really has declined too far. Cultivating a peak Heaven Tier technique from here on will require more than ten times the usual resources."
Qian Renhan glanced around. His spatial seal still held the realm captive. Though the energy of heaven and earth had grown rich due to the recent battle, the tribe's strongest remaining expert was merely a peak Nine-Rank Dou Zun. The atmosphere reeked of decay and despair, and Qian Renhan lost interest. With a flick of his hand, a broken, ancient jade fragment appeared in his palm.
It was a pale green piece of jade, etched with complex and mysterious patterns that emitted a faint, strange glow. Under the moonlight, the carvings on the jade seemed to breathe—brightening and dimming rhythmically.
Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Jade.
Having devoured the pill soul, Qian Renhan's knowledge now placed him among the top echelons of the continent. According to his plan, he intended to join forces with Zhukun and Void Swallowing Flame to tear open a space leading to the Ancient Emperor's Mansion. Thus, this piece of jade was useless to him. Even if he reached the peak of Nine-Star Dou Sheng in the future, it would still be near-impossible to snatch the jade from Hun Tiandi—a tyrant who carried it at all times—or from the mighty Soul Clan.
After careful thought, Qian Renhan's storage ring flashed with light. He took out a batch of seventh- and eighth-grade pills along with an ordinary-quality storage ring. He placed the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Jade and the pills inside, then slipped the ring onto his finger.
Soon after, Qian Renhan left the Medicine Tribe. The spatial seal remained in place, delaying the time it would take for others to discover his attack—this would help divert attention from the remaining ancient clans.
There were still four months left until Void Swallowing Flame returned to the Soul Clan.
Suspended in the void was an enormous floating island—several times larger than the Ancient Phoenix Island where the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan resided. This was the land of the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan: Ancient Dragon Island.
Far above the island, countless figures hovered densely in the air, forming an impenetrable barrier around it. Their faces were filled with righteous indignation as they glared at Dragon Island, eyes burning with fury.
At the forefront stood a stunning woman in a regal purple-gold robe. On her robe, dragons and phoenixes danced like living beings, exuding an undeniable aura of nobility. Her slender figure was adorned with flowing violet hair that cascaded like a waterfall, brushing past her narrow waist and draping down to her firm, curvy hips.
Her beauty was extraordinary. Her originally purple eyes had now turned a glowing violet-gold—mysterious and bewitching. Under her gaze, even heaven and earth seemed to submit. Behind her, a pair of violet-gold wings, each a zhang long, fluttered gently. As they moved, faint sounds of wind and thunder echoed, striking awe into all who heard them.
She was none other than Dragon Phoenix Zi Yan, who had fully transformed after consuming the Dragon Phoenix Origin Fruit and had now grown the legendary Heavenly Phoenix Wings.
(End of Chapter)