A torrent of energy surged through the room, rippling out in waves of invisible force.
If not for the terrifying spiritual power enveloping the area, the room would have already been reduced to ruins.
With an unchanged expression, Xiao Yan guided his soul power, retrieving the dragon-eye-sized pill before him.
His fingers flicked rapidly through the air, weaving intricate sigils that sealed the surging energy within.
Only after stabilizing it did he finally swallow the Xuan Bodhi Foundation Pill in one gulp.
The instant it entered his mouth, Xiao Yan didn't even need to chew.
A vast, boundless force poured straight into his body.
Ordinarily, such a tremendous energy could have easily torn even a Dou Emperor apart, yet it didn't harm him in the slightest.
On the contrary, the power softened as it entered his body, merging with the gentle medicinal essence that began flowing through him.
Under the warmth of this immense yet tender force, Xiao Yan felt a soothing current coursing through his entire body, leaving him comfortably warm.
He wasn't surprised. As an alchemist, he was well aware of the properties of the Xuan Bodhi Foundation Pill.
Halting his cultivation, he lay quietly on the bed, closing his eyes and allowing the boundless, gentle energy to reshape his body from within.
His flesh had already undergone countless rounds of tempering, reforged by both the Foundation Building Divine Liquid and Crimson Flame Tempering Blood, giving him a physique comparable to an ordinary Dou Spirit. Even without using any Dou Qi, he could easily match a normal Dou Master.
However, those two elixirs...though Xiao Yan's own creations—were still of only third or fourth tier.
This pill, on the other hand, was a true seventh-tier high-grade elixir. Its effect on his foundation was nothing short of terrifying.
The vast energy streamed into his body, gently refining his meridians, bones, and even every cell within him.
As the warmth persisted, drowsiness naturally crept in.
Familiar with this stage of the process, Xiao Yan didn't resist. Letting the sleepiness take over, he slowly drifted into slumber.
In the silent darkness of night, Xiao Yan lay fast asleep. His skin faintly glowed red, illuminated by the warmth of the energy flowing inside him.
Deep within his Qi Cyclone, his already refined and densely packed Dou Qi began to stir, gradually shifting under the influence of the pill's medicinal power.
Without conscious command, the cyclone started spinning faster and faster, fueled by the massive energy supply.
As it spun wildly, its volume began to shrink, compressing inward while drawing in the surrounding heaven and earth energy.
These torrents of worldly power merged into Xiao Yan's body....yet though vast in quantity, they were impure and chaotic in quality.
If he absorbed them directly, they would contaminate his Dou Qi, slowing his cultivation for years to come.
Worse still, the impurities could hinder his future breakthroughs.
But at that very instant, the wisp of pale white flame dormant within his cyclone suddenly came to life.
It stirred the moment it sensed the invasion of impure energy, greedily devouring half of Xiao Yan's Dou Qi in one gulp.
In the next instant, that once tiny wisp expanded, condensing into a palm-sized mass of flame.
Hiss!
The flame writhed and quivered, finally morphing into a small figure of fire.....a miniature Xiao Yan, identical in form.
The moment the fiery figure appeared, heaven and earth fell silent.
The cyclone stopped spinning, the rushing energies halted mid-flow, and even the overwhelming medicinal force became as meek as a lamb.
Though it emitted no real pressure, that tiny flame seemed like a deity standing between heaven and earth....majestic and untouchable.
"Go."
The flame figure waved its hand.
Instantly, all energies within Xiao Yan's body resumed movement.
Threads of pale white flame spread across his meridians, hunting down every trace of impurity.
Whenever they encountered chaotic energy, they dived straight in, burning away the dross until only pure essence remained.
Once refined, the flame figure commanded the purified energy to march along Xiao Yan's meridians like prisoners escorted under divine judgment.
Round after round of tempering followed until all impurities vanished.
The refined energy condensed into pure Dou Qi, merging back into the cyclone.
Within moments, Xiao Yan's Dou Qi became dazzlingly pure. The cyclone roared like a raging stallion, spinning even faster.
Finally, the compressed Dou Qi condensed into glistening droplets of liquid energy.
That was the sign—Xiao Yan had officially broken through.
He had become a Dou Master.
In the center of his cyclone, the flame figure sat cross-legged, eyes closed, its expression solemn and divine—like a god of flame presiding over all.
"Xiao Yan! Xiao Yan, wake up! Don't scare me!"
At dawn, Xiao Yan was roused by gentle shaking and a soft, anxious voice. His eyes fluttered open to see Little Doctor Fairy's beautiful face filled with panic.
"Phew… that was a good sleep," he exhaled, stretching lazily. Seeing the panic fade from her features, he couldn't help but smile.
"Relax. How could I possibly die?"
"But… but your body's covered in this stinky stuff! I called you so many times, and you wouldn't wake up!" she pouted, clearly relieved but still wrinkling her delicate nose at the sight of him.
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