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For a Tier 8 Pill, aside from the medicinal ingredients, the greatest difficulty lay in infusing the pill with spirituality.
Inside the crimson medicinal cauldron, a black sun hovered quietly, its surface engulfed in raging black flames.
The blazing black light illuminated the intricate beast engravings carved on the cauldron's body, making them seem almost alive.
Ferocious claws and sharp fangs… the beasts looked so vivid and lifelike that it felt as though, in the very next instant, they might leap right out of the cauldron.
At the very edges of the black flames, space itself faintly distorted and collapsed, releasing tiny flickers of eerie black light. Yet because the black glow blended seamlessly with the surrounding darkness, one wouldn't notice unless they looked very closely.
Within the black sun, a perfectly round pill embryo slowly spun, occasionally darting left and right with lively movements, exuding an astonishing amount of spiritual energy.
In the surrounding void, faint specks of star like light gradually appeared, tiny and subtle, yet brimming with mysterious vitality, like the primordial spark of life itself.
These floating motes of light pulsed rhythmically, as though following some hidden law, and slowly drifted toward the pill embryo within the black sun, fusing into it one after another.
Spirit Infusion!
This was the true key to refining a Tier 8 Pill.
Below Tier 8 — even at the peak of Tier 7 — pills could possess a trace of spirituality, yes, but they were still considered mortal-grade pills.
Only above Tier 8 could pills attain true spirituality, even developing a rudimentary sense of awareness and a faint life force of their own. At that level, the pill could be regarded as a living creation — a genuine Spirit Pill!
Under the reflection of the black flames, a hint of weariness faintly appeared between Wei Yang's brows.
The soul power consumed in refining a Tier 8 Pill wasn't unbearable for him — given his vast soul power, even attempting a fourth refinement after three failures hadn't overly drained him.
But the spiritual energy consumed during Spirit Infusion… that was something he could not ignore.
This, in fact, was the greatest limiting factor for any Tier 8 Alchemist striving to refine high-grade pills.
The Spirit Realm soul possessed only a finite amount of innate spiritual energy, making it impossible to endlessly infuse pill after pill.
In the alchemy world, there was a rumored ancient method —first refining a rare material known as Spirit Nourishment Powder and adding it during the pill's creation, one could significantly amplify the pill's spirituality.
With this method, the level of Spirit Infusion could be greatly enhanced. Unfortunately, this technique had long been considered lost.
Wei Yang didn't know how to refine this Spirit Nourishment Powder.
However… in the future, when that brat Xiao Yan came to Central Plains, he would accidentally acquire this very method.
When that time came, Wei Yang planned to trade for it directly from Xiao Yan.
Day faded into night, and night gave way to dawn.
Inside the cauldron, within the black sun, the pill embryo — now a fully-formed purple-cyan pill bounced around energetically, almost like a mischievous little child.
Xian'er and Qing Lin unconsciously held their breath, as though afraid of startling it, their beautiful eyes shining with excitement.
A faint smile crept into Wei Yang's eyes as well, the exhaustion between his brows seeming to dissipate slightly.
Suddenly, his hand seals shifted sharply, and he shouted softly:
"Pill, form!"
In the very next instant—
BOOM!
The cauldron lid shot open, and a brilliant pillar of purple-cyan light burst skyward.
Weng weng weng~~
The void trembled violently, rippling like waves on water, spreading outward endlessly.
At this moment, in the dead of night, the dazzling light shooting from the secluded valley straight into the heavens was simply breathtaking.
The terrifying surge of energy emanating from it swept across the entire mountain range, making countless magic beasts tremble in terror, their bodies quivering uncontrollably as they fell prostrate on the ground.
And yet… in the dark shadows, pairs of glowing eyes still lit up faintly, filled with hunger and greed.
Whoooosh~~
Above the secluded valley, the power of heaven and earth began converging madly, drawn into this place.
Within moments, the sky changed. Dark clouds rolled in rapidly, winds howled, and flashes of lightning faintly danced within the oppressive gloom.
At the very top of the heavenly pillar of light, endless masses of storm clouds condensed at astonishing speed.
In less than a breath's time, they had formed into a massive thundercloud. Wei Yang and the two women tilted their heads up to watch.
Before their eyes, the rolling thundercloud began to churn violently. First, a cyan-colored thundercloud condensed. Immediately after, a silver-colored thundercloud appeared.
But it didn't stop there.
To their surprise, as the thunderclouds surged violently above, a faint trace of red lightning slowly emerged, gradually solidifying into yet another distinct layer atop the others.
Only when the red thundercloud fully formed — albeit barely — did the roiling mass finally stabilize, coalescing completely into a three-colored thundercloud.
Wei Yang's brows rose in surprise, his voice carrying a faint trace of astonishment:
"Hmm? A three-colored Pill Lightning?"
Originally, he had assumed that for his first successful refinement of a Tier 8 Pill, at most he would trigger two-colored lightning.
Yet against all expectations, he had summoned three colors straight away!
It seemed his "bad habit" of infusing excessive spirituality into low-tier pills had unexpectedly worked in his favor this time.
Across the surrounding mountain range, countless magic beasts crouched low to the ground, their fear growing more intense with each passing moment.
Even those lurking in the shadows with greedy intentions quietly suppressed their desires.
Because at this moment…from deep within the secluded valley, a boundless, overwhelming aura suddenly erupted into the heavens, carrying with it a terrifying intent of death, spreading outward in every direction.
"Anyone who dares to approach… dies!"
A cold, detached voice resounded high above the mountain range, echoing endlessly through the skies.
It was a warning.
Under this terrifying oppressive aura, all the magic beasts lurking nearby instantly tucked their tails between their legs, retreating into hiding. Even the more cunning ones gave up their greedy intentions, unwilling to risk their lives.
At this moment—
From deep within the mountain range, two vast and powerful auras suddenly surged into the skies, streaking rapidly toward the secluded valley.
Xian'er frowned slightly, a cold glint flashing across her beautiful eyes, but it quickly faded away.
Then, above the valley, the air twisted faintly… and two figures slowly emerged, stepping out into the open air as though walking upon solid ground.
One of them was as tall and sturdy as an iron tower, while the other's presence was light and elusive, like a ghostly shadow.
Who else could they be but Ah Da and Du Jiao?
"Master. Mistress!"
Both men bowed respectfully.
Wei Yang's gaze swept over them lightly.
At this moment, Du Jiao's aura had undergone a tremendous transformation compared to before far stronger, far more oppressive.
Clearly, after nearly half a year of arduous cultivation, he had finally succeeded in breaking through to Dou Zun.
"Not bad."
A faint smile appeared on Wei Yang's face, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. He then looked up toward the sky, at the rolling three-colored thunderclouds, and chuckled softly:
"Du Jiao, perfect timing. This is a rare opportunity. Go up and receive the baptism of the Pill Lightning."
"Yes!"
Du Jiao nodded firmly, without a trace of hesitation. With a single powerful stomp, his figure shot skyward, halting beneath the churning sea of three-colored thunderclouds.
He raised his head to face the heavenly might directly. In his eyes, there wasn't the slightest hint of fear — instead, there was a faint glimmer of eagerness and anticipation.
Having just stepped into Dou Zun, he couldn't have asked for a better chance. He needed this lightning to temper his bloodline.
Wei Yang took a deep breath, then opened his mouth slightly and spat out a small green sun, about the size of a fist.
In an instant, the green sun shifted, its color rapidly darkening into pitch black.
Weng weng weng~~
The moment Death Life Flame emerged, it began to tremble violently, releasing a faint, excited hum as though it could barely contain itself.
"Go," Wei Yang said with a soft smile, flicking his sleeve.
The words had barely left his lips—
Swoosh!
Death Life Flame shot upward instantly, rushing to Du Jiao's side. It circled him once, then seemed dissatisfied, flashing again before settling above Du Jiao's head, floating protectively.
Meanwhile, Ah Da vanished with a blur of motion, reappearing on the edge of a cliff outside the valley. His oppressive aura spread outward, keeping a silent watch over the entire mountain range — suppressing the restless magic beasts that still harbored untamed desires.
Above the heavens, the three-colored thunderclouds continued to churn violently.
Within them, silver-white lightning serpents slithered endlessly, weaving between the clouds with deafening rumbling booms.
Then, when the storm had reached its peak—
Suddenly!
Crackkk~~
A blinding silver-white bolt of lightning ripped through the heavens, tearing open the void as it plunged downward like a heavenly blade, roaring as it struck straight toward the suspended purple-cyan pill.
Even before the thunder descended, its destructive aura had already enveloped the entire valley, making the air heavy and suffocating.
It was as though the heavens themselves had decreed that this newborn pill had no right to exist and would now annihilate it.
Within the cauldron, the newly-formed pill trembled slightly.
It had spirituality now… and instinctively understood that if it failed to withstand this tribulation, it would be reduced to nothing but ash.
"ROAR!!!"
A deafening bellow exploded through the skies.
Before the heavenly thunder could strike the pill, Du Jiao — his body glowing with golden patterns — launched himself upward, intercepting the falling bolt midair.
His fist clenched tightly, and he threw a single punch!
BOOM!!
The entire void shattered, and before his fist, a pitch-black hole about half a meter wide erupted into existence.
In the very next instant, Du Jiao's fist met the descending lightning directly, without the slightest hesitation.
A deafening explosion resounded through the skies.
The silver-white lightning bolt shattered on impact, bursting apart into countless smaller lightning serpents that danced wildly through the air.
Du Jiao made no attempt to avoid them.
He simply stood there, unguarded, letting the hundreds of crackling lightning serpents coil around his body freely.
Instead of resisting, his body absorbed them like a sponge soaking up water. Every trace of lightning was drawn into his veins, tempering his bloodline, strengthening his flesh, and sharpening his bones.
Under the relentless baptism of heavenly might, his aura grew ever more ferocious, his blood boiling like a raging storm.
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