The silent spatial tunnel rippled faintly as several figures emerged from the void. Ye Zhong flicked his wrist, tossing out the black miniature boat he held. In an instant, the small vessel expanded with the wind, transforming into a massive space boat that exuded a faint hum.
The group leapt lightly onto it, and Ye Zhong, with practiced movements, pressed his palm against the front deck. A circle of energy flared outward, forming a translucent barrier that enveloped the entire boat.
The moment the protective layer stabilized, the space boat shuddered softly, then surged forward with a sharp whoosh, speeding through the endless darkness of the wormhole.
"The space wormhole from Ye City doesn't lead directly to Holy Pill City. We'll have to pass through a city called Qingling City first. Only from its wormhole can we reach Holy Pill City," Ye Zhong explained as he turned toward Liu Xi and the others.
"It'll take about three days to reach Qingling City, and another four to reach Holy Pill City from there. So, we'll arrive in roughly seven or eight days. During this time, you may rest within the space boat — there are individual rooms prepared. As for navigation, leave it to me and Xinlan."
Liu Xi and the others nodded casually without objection. After exchanging a few words, each returned to their respective cabins.
For Liu Xi, this journey was a perfect chance to focus — after all, the inheritance from Ye Clan's ancestor contained far too much that required quiet comprehension.
Soul Training Methods, Soul Techniques, 8th Tier Pill Recipes, and the insights of an 8th Tier Alchemist… if digested fully, he could advance by leaps and bounds even before the Pill Gathering began.
'If I can refine and absorb this inheritance completely, both my alchemy and combat power will reach new heights before Holy Pill City,' Liu Xi mused, closing the cabin door behind him.
Sitting cross-legged, his consciousness sank into his Spiritual Region. Countless streams of spiritual light danced before his inner vision — the legacy of the Ye Clan ancestor was vast beyond expectation.
There were Soul Techniques such as the Soul Hand Seal, capable of condensing a spiritual handprint to suppress enemies, perfectly releasing the full might of one's Spiritual Power; Flowing Wind Soul Body, a defensive technique that transformed Spiritual Power into ethereal wind armor enveloping the user, making the body nearly untouchable as long as the wind barrier endured; and more—each one intricate and profound.
Then came the dozens of 8th Tier Pill Recipes: the Nine Revolution Soul Restoration Pill, capable of restoring even a withered or shattered soul; the Reverse Vein Blood Burst Pill, igniting one's life force to unleash power far beyond one's realm; the Undying Vajra Pill, granting a temporary, near-invincible body; and the Replenishing Origin Pill, a true marvel capable of reversing natural limitations—cleansing one's marrow, remolding one's aptitude, and awakening latent potential.
It mattered not if the user was young or old, man or woman—anyone could transcend their limits. According to the records, this pill alone could elevate one's innate potential to the threshold of a Dou Saint. Of course, whether one could truly ascend that far still depended on cultivation methods, resources, and willpower.
There were also the handwritten notes of the Ye Clan ancestor—his lifetime's comprehension of 8th Tier alchemy. The notes described in meticulous detail how, beyond the 7th Tier, the refinement of a pill was no longer about control but about spirituality.
At that level, the key to success lay in bestowing life upon the pill. How to grant spiritual essence with limited power, how to merge Spiritual Strength into every pill's core—these insights made Liu Xi's eyes light up in revelation.
'No wonder that ancestor reached such heights. His spiritual realm might not have been supreme, but his understanding of the soul's subtle control far surpasses most 8th Tier Alchemists. These notes… are a treasure beyond price.'
Time passed silently. Within the cabin, faint blue light flickered around Liu Xi's body as he cultivated in deep focus.
With his current mastery of the Soul Control Technique, Liu Xi could divide his consciousness perfectly between his divine and human aspects.
His divine soul was emotionless, utterly pure, perfectly suited for comprehension — it was like having a second self dedicated solely to understanding. His progress was astonishingly fast.
By the seventh day, just before reaching Holy Pill City, Liu Xi finally opened his eyes. A faint smile curved his lips. Though he had only spent seven days, his comprehension of every Soul Technique and Pill Recipe was already near perfection.
He stood, his azure robe rippling as if stirred by invisible wind. A faint layer of wind force shimmered around his figure — the manifestation of the Flowing Wind Soul Body. With it, his aura grew distant, illusory, like an untouchable mirage.
'As long as this barrier remains, even a powerful enemy won't easily harm me. A mere scan of Spiritual Power wouldn't even detect my presence,' he thought, flexing his fingers.
The next instant, a faint surge of Spiritual Power gathered between his palms. In the air, a massive translucent handprint condensed — it pulsed with formidable force before fading away without a trace.
Satisfied, Liu Xi nodded slightly. The combination of Flowing Wind Soul Body and Soul Hand Seal finally allowed him to wield his Spiritual Power in both offense and defense.
No longer would his soul strength remain an untapped reserve. Moreover, the insights within those 8th Tier manuscripts had granted him a deeper comprehension of the fusion between alchemy and soul. Every motion now carried the weight of perfect control.
A faint chuckle escaped his lips as he murmured, "This Pill Gathering… is going to be quite entertaining. With my current strength and alchemy, even that old fossil Mu Gu wouldn't stand a chance. I'll make the Pill Tower remember my name."
With a wave of his sleeve, Liu Xi dispersed the surrounding wind force and stepped out of the cabin. The faint hum of the space boat reverberated in his ears. Outside, countless massive space vessels streaked through the wormhole like shoals of silver fish, racing toward the bright silver gateway ahead.
Their own black space boat shuddered violently as it pierced through the silver halo. Blinding sunlight burst into view. After nearly a week of silence, the deafening noise of the outside world crashed down like a tidal wave. Liu Xi squinted slightly, letting his gaze fall upon the sprawling crimson square beyond.
They had arrived. Holy Pill City. One of the eight outer space ports of the Pill Region.
The air was thick with vitality and heat. Waves of alchemists and powerhouses from every corner of the Central Plains converged here, their robes fluttering, their Spiritual Power fluctuating like tides. Even though Liu Xi had been here before, the sheer energy of the city was greater than ever — the Pill Gathering drew near, and with it came ambition, competition, and greed.
Turning slightly, Liu Xi smiled faintly. "Elder Ye, I'll leave the arrangements to you. You're familiar with the testing procedures and Pill Gathering schedule — I trust you'll handle it well."
Ye Zhong bowed deeply, his expression solemn yet filled with excitement. "Understood, Master Liu. Let's first head to the Ye Clan's manor in Holy Pill City to rest. As for the testing and registration for the Pill Gathering, leave everything to me."
Liu Xi gave a slight nod, his eyes glinting faintly beneath the sunlight as he stepped down from the ship. The next stage of his path in the Central Plains had already begun.
(End of Chapter)
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