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"That… that ancestor… um, that Tier 9 pill, is it… still alive?" Qing Lin asked softly.
"Madam, it should still be alive." Ah Da replied, "It's a Dou Sheng… and since it's a pill that transformed into human form, its lifespan can practically be considered endless."
"." Xian'er and Qing Lin both fell silent.
This world was… truly insane.
A pill had cultivated to the Dou Sheng realm, founded the legendary Pill Tower, and created the most sacred place countless alchemists yearned for across the entire continent. And… its lifespan was virtually infinite.
Thinking about it now, they couldn't help but feel it was oddly absurd.
An alchemist refined a Tier 9 pill.
That pill then cultivated to the Saint realm, founded a great force, and established a holy land that countless alchemists revered. What kind of ridiculous logic was this?
After a moment of silence—
"Then… who refined that Tier 9 pill?" Qing Lin finally asked, her tone blank and dazed.
"Who knows?" Wei Yang shrugged.
"According to rumors, that ancestor has existed for an unimaginably long time. If its true form really was a pill, then it might have originated from the Ancient Era." Ah Da sighed softly.
"Ancient Era…" Everyone fell silent.
That would truly make it… a living piece of history.
Qing Lin flipped her palm and took out the Purple-Green Supreme Pill, muttering softly, "If we continuously fed it high-tier pills, could it slowly grow into a Tier 9 pill too?
And if that happens, wouldn't that mean… in the future… it might also… cultivate to the Dou Sheng realm, and become an existence like the ancestor who founded the Pill Tower?"
"In theory, yes." Wei Yang nodded.
However, the amount of time and resources required for that process was simply unimaginable.
It would be far simpler for Wei Yang to wait until he achieved a Heaven Realm Soul and directly refine a Tier 9 Golden Pill himself.
"If the Heaven Realm soul is already that terrifying, then… what about the Emperor Realm?" Xian'er suddenly asked.
"Emperor Realm…"
Wei Yang slowly exhaled, shaking his head. "The Emperor Realm… only exists in legends. I don't know much about it either. But you've probably heard of Emperor-grade pills, right?
All I can say is that an Emperor Realm soul and a Tier Emperor pill both belong to the absolute peak — the most forbidden level, directly related to the title of 'Emperor'."
"But in today's continent, there are no more Dou Dis!"
"Dou Dis… that might be a realm that involves true creation, a level of existence we can neither comprehend nor imagine."
Several days later.
Within the pitch-black spatial wormhole, things were as monotonous as ever.
However, unlike before, this journey wasn't quiet. On the spacious spatial passage, one could occasionally see numerous spatial ships flashing past.
From time to time, bursts of noise echoed faintly through the vast corridor, filling the spatial passage with lively chatter.
Wei Yang stood at the bow of his ship, hands clasped behind his back, silently watching everything. As they continued forward, the legendary Holy Pill City drew nearer and nearer.
In the blink of an eye, four more days passed.
Finally, at a certain moment, a faint silver glow appeared far ahead within the spatial passage, radiating an astonishing wave of spatial fluctuations.
"Holy Pill City, Pill Tower… we're finally here." Wei Yang took a deep breath.
From the time they had ascended the Great Plains of Black Region against the dark winds until now, their journey had taken nearly a year and a half. And finally… today, they were about to arrive at the Pill Tower!
This path to the Pill Tower had truly been a long and arduous one.
Of course, much of their time had been consumed dealing with the Nine Serene Wind Flame, the Woeful Poison Body, and the refinement of Tier 8 pills. Otherwise, they would have arrived long ago.
Wei Yang slightly turned his head, silently glancing in a certain direction.
Xiao Yan… that kid… I wonder if he's already begun his journey to the Central Plains?
As his thoughts drifted—
Whoosh!
The spatial ship surged forward at great speed.
As they neared the exit, countless spatial ships began gathering around the massive silver portal ahead.
One after another, figures clad in alchemist robes stepped out from their ships, their gazes burning with excitement as they stared at the glowing silver gateway.
Holy Pill City — the ultimate holy land in the hearts of all alchemists.
Every day, countless alchemists from across the continent would arrive here, carrying a sense of pilgrimage as they approached this sacred place.
Over time, some would integrate fully into this city and make it their new home, while others, defeated and disheartened, would leave quietly and return to their hometowns.
After all, establishing oneself in such a great city wasn't easy — the competition was simply too fierce.
At this moment.
Xian'er and the others slowly walked out of the cabin, stopping behind Wei Yang as they gazed into the distance.
Wei Yang clasped his hands behind his back, his gaze deep and steady as he stared at the approaching silver gateway. The blood flowing through his veins began to boil faintly with excitement.
Holy Pill City, Pill Tower.
I, Wei Yang, am finally here!
From this moment onward, I will officially step onto the grand stage of the entire continent.
Let the world… know my name.
Let all know… the name of Death Life Flame.
The Heavenly Flame Ranking — the top ten — is long overdue for a reshuffle.
And the one most likely to be kicked out of the top ten… is without doubt the one currently ranked tenth: Nine Serene Wind Flame.
So when I think about it, it's almost funny — that little grudge between Death Life and Xiao You, always quarreling whenever they meet… it doesn't seem so coincidental anymore.
It's as though fate itself has been weaving its threads all along.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Dozens of spatial ships shot through the dark void like streaks of meteors, flashing brilliantly across the endless black expanse.
One after another, like schools of fish diving into the ocean, they surged toward the massive silver portal ahead, vanishing within.
The spatial ship carrying Wei Yang and his group also followed the flow of traffic, braving the violent spatial ripples as it plunged into the silver gateway — disappearing from sight.
The moment they crossed the threshold, the ship was instantly battered by an intense wave of spatial turbulence, shaking violently.
However, the tremors lasted no more than ten seconds before gradually fading. At the same time, the silver radiance filling Wei Yang's vision grew brighter and brighter.
Moments later.
A blinding burst of silver light exploded outward, forcing everyone to instinctively narrow their eyes. Then, without warning, a soft and gentle breeze caressed their faces.
The soothing touch of the wind melted away the weariness they had accumulated over their long journey, easing their tense nerves.
But just as they began to relax, a deafening wave of noise — sharp, chaotic, and jarring like static — crashed into their ears, drilling deep into their skulls.
Caught off guard, several of them felt dizzy for an instant.
As their vision finally cleared, a breathtaking scene unfolded before Wei Yang's eyes:
A colossal plaza, forged entirely from crimson rock, stretched out endlessly before them. The sheer vastness of the square made it impossible to see its end; all that was visible was a faint red line that stretched far into the horizon.
And upon this enormous plaza — a sea of people surged endlessly. Wei Yang's group merged into the crowd, appearing no different from a few tiny ants melting into a vast, bustling swarm.
The deafening roar of countless voices rose like a tidal wave, gathering into a thunderous crescendo that climbed high into the skies.
Even the clouds above seemed to thin and scatter under the sheer volume of the noise.
"This… this is Holy Pill City?"
Wei Yang and the others were momentarily stunned.
Staring at this plaza so vast it defied imagination, they found it impossible to fathom just how many people passed through here each day.
Behind them, the spatial portal continued to pulse violently, emitting constant ripples of distorted space. One spatial ship after another shot out, shrinking rapidly as they stabilized.
Countless figures rained down from the sky like falling beans, landing in the plaza below. And yet — this was merely one of the many spatial wormhole exits within Holy Pill City.
According to the records in the original texts, there were a total of eight such exits scattered around the outer edges of the city!
Exaggerated.Simply… outrageous.
Wei Yang couldn't help but take a deep breath.
This… was a true giant among cities!
Compared to Holy Pill City, every other city he had seen so far wasn't even worth mentioning — utterly insignificant.
Lifting his gaze toward the distant horizon, he caught sight of a faint outline — a vast and towering city wall, stretching endlessly across the land, piercing straight into the clouds above.
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