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"I only have three colors."
Looking up at the vast, dazzling five-colored thundercloud overhead, Xiao Yan couldn't help letting out a quiet sigh. Then his gaze shifted toward Wei Yang not far away.
Two colors apart—the gap in alchemy skill was simply too great. If he wanted to avoid being crushed, it seemed he could only rely on a clever trick. Wei Yang met his eyes and gave a faint smile. "I know you still have a trump card left. Want to go all out?"
Xiao Yan grinned and didn't deny it. He nodded. "Of course. I'm not about to hand you the championship so easily."
"Oh?" Wei Yang raised a brow, then tilted his head slightly, gesturing for him to begin.
"That's how it should be. If you just surrendered, it'd be boring."
"Ha." Xiao Yan's mouth curved into a sharp smile. He took a deep breath and suddenly thrust his palm into the pillar of light before him.
A collective gasp rippled through the square. Countless startled eyes instantly fixed on Xiao Yan. The pill was already formed—what method could possibly reverse the situation now?
Could he be trying to refine another pill?
But with time nearly up, there was no way to refine a higher-tier pill from scratch.
On the high platform, Xuan Kongzi and the others were also momentarily stunned. Clearly, they too were puzzled by Xiao Yan's actions. They simply couldn't imagine what else he could attempt at this stage.
Wei Yang narrowed his eyes, watching Xiao Yan's movements intently. He was curious to witness this so-called Spiritual Enhancement technique for himself.
Amid all those suspicious and curious stares, Xiao Yan—the center of attention—remained completely focused.
Every shred of his concentration was locked on the dark-red pill before him. Though the pill was already formed, that didn't mean it couldn't still change.
A Tier 8 pill already possessed spirituality, and it was precisely this spirituality that made such pills so precious. The stronger the spirituality, the higher the pill's quality.
At this level, the strength of the raw energy was no longer the key. Enhancing the pill's spirituality was what truly mattered.
A pill with sufficient spirituality could even absorb pure energy from heaven and earth to nourish and strengthen itself. Thus, spirituality was the most critical factor determining a Tier 8 pill's ultimate quality.
At this moment, although the pill before him was formed, its spirituality had not yet fully stabilized.
In this state, there was still room to raise that spirituality further. If he could enhance it, the pill's final quality would make one last leap. Of course, that sounded simple, but doing it was incredibly difficult.
Once a pill was formed, its pure medicinal power reached a delicate balance. Trying to add anything could easily disrupt that balance.
If that balance was broken, damaging the pill would be minor—but an explosion could be disastrous.
For this reason, even true master alchemists rarely dared to force a quality upgrade after a pill's completion. But Xiao Yan dared—because he had inherited every shred of Yao Lao's knowledge.
His fingers lightly rubbed the black ring he wore. Among the vast treasures Yao Lao had left behind was a secret art of alchemy that Yao Lao had been most proud of.
Even Han Feng had never touched this art; in those days, Han Feng lacked the realm and the strength to learn it. That supreme alchemy technique was called: Spiritual Enhancement.
Combined with the Spirit Nourishment Powder method he had obtained earlier, it was enough to transform the quality of this pill!
Thoughts flashing rapidly, Xiao Yan turned his palm over. Four-colored flame surged forth again, wrapping around the pill.
Before countless watching eyes, the dark-red pill encased in that four-colored flame began to tremble faintly. Then, to everyone's astonishment, the pill's once-smooth surface subtly grew uneven.
Wisps of gentle spiritual mist seeped from within the pill. But surrounded by the four-colored flame, none of it could escape.
Wei Yang stared without blinking, his expression thoughtful as he observed Xiao Yan's technique.
Very soon, as the pill's surface grew increasingly dry, every trace of spiritual energy within was drawn out in that instant.
Xiao Yan suddenly flicked his fingers, and two tiny specks of flashing dust shot out from his Na Ring and dove straight into the flame.
This sparkling dust was, of course, the Spirit Nourishment Powder he had acquired by chance earlier. This strange substance contained an extremely dense spiritual aura, and using it at a time like this would yield twice the result with half the effort.
The moment the dust entered the flame, it instantly dissolved into nothingness. But Wei Yang's powerful perception still caught it—inside the flame, the spiritual energy suddenly grew far denser.
"So that's it!"
Having watched the entire process and reverse-deduced the principle, Wei Yang roughly understood what was happening.
Spiritual energy surged wildly.
Xiao Yan's expression became intensely solemn.
A vast tide of soul power erupted from him without reservation, pouring entirely into the four-colored flame.
With incredible precision he controlled the heat, and with extreme care he compressed every wisp of that spiritual energy into the pill.
Within Wei Yang's perception, the once-uneven surface of the pill was now covered with countless tiny pores—so small they were invisible to the naked eye.
Most importantly, within those countless pores were faint threads of spiritual energy. These threads were like tiny ropes, pulling and binding the surrounding spiritual energy back toward the pill.
"Pfft!"
Xiao Yan bit the tip of his tongue hard, spraying a mist of blood. The blood mist drifted gently and finally merged completely into the four-colored flame.
"Blood Sacrifice · Spirit Return!"
As the blood mist merged, Xiao Yan's face turned pale and a low shout came from his mouth.
The swirling spiritual energy, under Xiao Yan's frighteningly precise soul control, instantly swarmed like bees returning to their hive, flooding into the countless nearly invisible pores across the pill's surface.
When the very last wisp of spiritual energy entered the pill, everyone was stunned to see the pill's previously pitted surface rapidly smoothing and rounding before their eyes.
And just as the pill became perfectly smooth and round again, the three-colored thundercloud high in the distant sky suddenly churned violently as if provoked.
Boom!
This eerie scene shocked the entire square.
Wei Yang couldn't help but draw in a deep breath. Not far away, Xian'er was left completely dumbfounded.
What an operation!
Thunderclouds rolled across the vast heavens. The entire sky was forcefully split into several sections. Each section was occupied by a stretch of brilliantly colored thunderclouds.
Under that mighty heavenly might, a crushing thunderous pressure spread outward, making the hair of many onlookers stand on end.
If those bolts of lightning were to strike at random, who knew how many people here would be reduced to ashes.
Among the thunderclouds that divided the sky, the seven-grade pill's thundercloud had long since disappeared.
Now only Tier 8 pill thunderclouds remained. Among them, the one in the center was the largest, shining with five dazzling colors. Next to it was Old Mu Gu's four-colored thundercloud.
The remaining two- and three-colored thunderclouds had been pushed aside, circling like stars around a moon. But at this moment, Xiao Yan's own thundercloud was forcefully squeezing toward the center.
This three-colored thundercloud churned violently, something within it being nurtured. Before countless incredulous gazes, it began to change.
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