Boom!
The sky was filled with rolling thunderclouds, black as ink. Within that abyssal darkness flickered bolts of thick, pitch-black lightning — Black Demon Lightning.
This terrifying phenomenon was born only from the birth of a 9th Tier pill or higher. Even a Half Saint would hesitate to face it; for an ordinary Dou Zun, touching it meant certain death.
After six days of nurturing, the Nine Ying Yellow Spring Pill had finally completed its birth. The instant it emerged, a column of light pierced the heavens, and a vague, humanoid spirit shot skyward, exuding a chilling, deathly aura.
At that moment, heaven and earth changed color. The energy of half of Ancient Dragon Island surged violently, condensing into the fearsome storm of black thunderclouds that now roiled above.
Black Demon Lightning flickered with sinister light, intent on annihilating this creature that should not exist in the mortal world. Its destructive might made the newborn pill tremble uncontrollably.
Though its features were blurred, the pulse of intelligence it emanated was unmistakable. That trembling, indistinct being's expression was filled with terror.
Rumble!
The lightning gathered strength, then descended upon the formless figure like a giant serpent of destruction, its presence suffocating, its aura annihilating.
Bang!
A violent surge of Dou Qi erupted — a blazing beam clashed head-on with the descending lightning. Two catastrophic forces collided, the resulting shockwaves enough to obliterate any Dou Zun caught within. Waves of pressure rippled outward, shattering the air itself.
Then a gentle breeze swept through. Ripples spread softly across the space, and wherever they passed, the surging shockwaves and spatial turbulence vanished into calm.
Liu Xi stepped forth through the air, robe fluttering gracefully. His expression was calm and gentle, his smile tranquil. With a wave of his sleeve, the chaos settled completely.
A Dou Saint was not merely a harbinger of destruction. They could still the raging elements, balance the forces of heaven and earth, and even open worlds fit for habitation. Calming this disturbance was mere simplicity.
The thunder faded. The clouds dispersed.
The vague, spiritual being had survived its heavenly tribulation. It cast a fearful glance toward Liu Xi, its primitive instinct realizing that the man who had saved it — its creator — had done so only because he desired its body.
But a pill had no rule about repaying grace with devotion…
Whoosh!
The faint figure darted away without hesitation, fleeing at astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, it had already shot dozens of zhang away.
Liu Xi chuckled softly. From beneath his sleeve, his palm flashed out like lightning. In an instant, the once-calm energy of heaven and earth boiled violently, condensing into a giant, ethereal hand that pressed down.
"You'ee just a little Nine Ying Yellow Spring Pill, and you still think you can escape from my Five Finger Mountain?"
Where the handprint descended, even space itself froze. The escaping pill froze mid-flight, wide-eyed with panic as it let out pitiful, pleading hisses while the massive hand fell.
Liu Xi sighed faintly, but his hand did not falter. The mark descended — silence followed. The cries ceased.
When he withdrew his palm, only a deep-yellow pill the size of a dragon's eye rested quietly in his hand, radiating an intense, icy aura.
He took out a jade bottle, placed the pill inside, and sealed it with layers of Dou Qi and Spiritual Power — just in case the thing tried to flee again.
Far away across Ancient Dragon Island, groups of dragon elders had witnessed everything. The aged faces of these mighty beings were filled with admiration and yearning.
Each of them possessed immense strength — Peak Dou Zun, Half Saint, or even Dou Saint — peerless in battle, yet utterly helpless when it came to alchemy. That art was a gift unique to humanity. Magical Beasts relied on their bodies and bloodline power, not skill with flame and cauldron.
To them, ordinary pills meant little, but a true high-tier pill was a treasure they coveted deeply.
So when Liu Xi landed, the elders swarmed toward him, faces glowing with smiles and flattery.
"Master Liu must be exhausted. Come to my hall to rest — I've prepared the finest Rainbow-Feather Chicken broth to nourish your body!"
"Master Liu, are you thirsty? I happen to have a jar of Monkey Wine gifted by the Crimson Flame Monkey King. Strengthens the body, clears the mind…"
"…Master Liu, please—"
Liu Xi was momentarily stunned. Though they always treated him with respect, this level of enthusiasm was… excessive. There was obviously something they wanted.
After a short thought, he understood instantly. A calm smile curved his lips. He raised his hand, signaling them to quiet down.
"Cough cough, elders, I appreciate your kindness, truly. I'd gladly help if I could, but… who should I assist first?"
He spoke with deliberate implication. That chicken, that wine — both sounded like exquisite offerings. Naturally, he had to coax them a little.
"Ah, of course! We'll send you two fat Golden Dragon Fish, Master Liu — their flesh replenishes the blood and strengthens the body!"
"…and my Rainbow-Feather Chicken will be delivered as well! My physical strength has stagnated lately, so perhaps you could refine me a pill, hmm?"
"…Yes, yes—"
In the end, despite repeated polite refusals, Liu Xi "reluctantly" accepted a mountain of gifts, promising to refine several pills in return — both 8th Tier and 9th Tier.
The Ancient Void Dragon Tribe elders were unimaginably wealthy — the older they were, the richer they became. A race born with the instinct to seek treasures could hardly be poor.
To strengthen the tribe and deepen their alliance, Liu Xi only took a symbolic "tiny bit" of payment.
Even so, the elders were ecstatic, leaving Liu Xi somewhat embarrassed. It was clear that true alchemy masters were the most sought-after beings in the entire Magical Beast World.
Over the next several months, thunderclouds frequently blanketed the skies above Ancient Dragon Island — sometimes nine-colored, sometimes pitch-black. At first the spectacle drew excitement; later, it became routine.
8th Tier and 9th Tier pills emerged one after another, pushing Liu Xi's experience higher and higher. His next goal — refining a 9th Tier Mysterious Pill — was already well within reach.
More importantly, the frenzy of alchemy had stabilized his cultivation at Mid 4-Star Dou Saint and propelled him to Late 4-Star Dou Saint.
The 5-Star Dou Saint realm was already close at hand, filling him with satisfaction. After all, beyond the Dou Saint realm, progress came only through time and rare fortune.
Finally, Liu Xi declined all new requests and prepared to return to the Dou Qi Continent. It wasn't that Ancient Dragon Island was uncomfortable — rather, the appointed time was near.
Two moons aligned. Nine stars converged.
Heaven and earth surged. The demonic flame descended.
The long-prophesied celestial phenomenon — the descent of the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame — was approaching. The double-moon and nine-star convergence that appeared once every thousand years was nearly upon them.
Liu Xi needed to return and prepare. Such a phenomenon could not be hidden; even the ancient clans would be drawn to it.
The true battle for the Heavenly Flame was about to begin. Even Liu Xi could not remain uninvolved. Only by joining the struggle could he hope to seize the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame for himself.
(End of Chapter)
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