BTTH : Emperor Yang

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Boom! Boom! Boom!

Muffled explosions continuously echoed within the cauldron.

Wave after wave of energy ripples crashed into the inner walls of the cauldron. Even the massive and weighty Ten Thousand Beast Cauldron was now beginning to tremble slightly from the pressure.

From this alone, one could see just how intense and volatile the energy fluctuations released during the fusion of a Tier 7 pill truly were.

If it had been an ordinary Tier 7 cauldron, years of enduring this level of impact would eventually cause it to deteriorate and fall apart.

Only a Heavenly Cauldron, forged from the rarest and most precious materials, could endure this kind of strain—not just for Tier 7, but even for Tier 8 or Tier 9 pills.

Inside the cauldron, a black sun hovered.

Within it, over twenty types of medicinal essences—whether in powder or liquid form—were beginning to slowly drift toward one another, drawing closer and gradually fusing together.

Thanks to the mid-stage Spirit Realm strength of his soul, Wei Yang had managed to barely get through the most dangerous phase. Though it had been close, he had ultimately survived the most critical and volatile moment.

From here on out, he only needed to maintain this stable fusion process. As long as there were no unexpected errors, he could successfully form the pill embryo.

Wei Yang let out a slow breath, easing some of the tension from his mind.

"Now that the most dangerous part is over, as long as I keep things steady, condensing the pill is just a matter of time," he said with a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

If he really managed to succeed on his first attempt at refining the Life Returning Pill, a Tier 7 pill, that would be quite an achievement.

After all, even many high-grade Tier 7 alchemists still had a notably high failure rate when refining Tier 7 pills.

Though, he reminded himself, my situation is different—my soul realm is too high.

But let's not forget—he was only twenty-four years old.

A high soul realm was still part of his own strength, wasn't it?

"Come on... hold steady. Let's succeed in one go and officially become a Tier 7 alchemist!" Wei Yang licked his lips and encouraged himself inwardly.

A Tier 7 alchemist was no joke.

In a place like the Black-Corner Region, a Tier 7 pill was nearly a legendary treasure.

For many people, not to mention ever taking one, even seeing one in their lifetime was incredibly rare.

As for Tier 7 alchemists, there were very few even across the entire continent.

Time flowed on.

The evening sun sank behind the horizon.

Night slowly engulfed the land, swallowing the light.

On the cliff, Wei Yang sat cross-legged, unmoving like an old monk in deep meditation. In front of him, the black sun within the cauldron burned fiercely.

His entire consciousness was immersed in the cauldron—sensing every fluctuation of the flame's intensity, every interaction between the fusing medicinal essences, reacting in real time to adjust and maintain the delicate balance.

The black sun floated silently, its surface cloaked in black flames that leapt and danced—a mixture of playful disobedience and gentle obedience, like a mischievous yet well-behaved child.

Inside the black sun was a half-fist-sized glob of liquid.

Its colors were somewhat chaotic—like a swirl of mixed energies, unstable yet strangely harmonious.

Though turbulent and resistant to fusion, the various strands of energy within were nevertheless steadily merging, their hues slowly blending into a unified whole.

Judging by the progress, once all medicinal energies fully fused, the pill embryo would begin to condense.

Of course, this was an extremely slow and meticulous process.

According to Wei Yang's estimation, the fusion phase alone would likely take at least five to six more days.

Realizing this, Wei Yang couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Tier 7 pills were expensive for a reason.

And it wasn't just because of the ingredients. The refinement process itself—with its complex steps, precise timing, and incredible time demands—was more than enough to justify the cost.

When the refinement duration was measured in weeks or even months, how could it possibly be cheap?

Wei Yang slowly drew in a breath, then gently closed his eyes.

He diverted a portion of his focus to begin circulating the Black Sun Burning Heaven Art, absorbing the surrounding heaven and earth energy to replenish what he had consumed.

Meanwhile, his soul power remained tightly coiled within the cauldron, controlling the flame intensity and delicately managing the fusion between the various medicinal energies.

The fusion had now entered the right rhythm—it had stabilized.

Now, all he needed to do was wait patiently.

And this wait lasted for another full five days.

This round of pill refinement had now continued for a total of twenty days.

Over these past few days, Wei Yang's aura had become increasingly faint, to the point of being nearly undetectable.

Even his breathing had become subtle—so light that it was nearly inaudible.

He looked like an old monk entering final meditation, his entire presence ethereal and hard to grasp.

If Yao Lao were present, with his vast experience, he would immediately recognize the profound state Wei Yang was in.

This was a condition that every alchemist dreamed of achieving.

It could not be forced. It could only occur by fate.

It was similar to what cultivators called a moment of enlightenment.

Although Wei Yang appeared as still and silent as a monk entering nirvana, the cauldron before him was like a thunderstorm meeting a volcano—rumbling non-stop with explosive energy.

Layer upon layer of energy ripples continued to radiate outward.

But amidst all that chaos, a terrifying surge of soul power howled through the cauldron, circling and spiraling with fierce intensity.

And under the suppression of this immense soul power, everything within the cauldron suddenly became tame.

No matter how violent the medicinal reactions had been, they were now completely subdued, obeying his control without resistance, like beasts willingly falling under the reins of a master.

The state Wei Yang had entered at this moment was known in the world of alchemy as the:

Pill Soul Realm.

In this mystical state, the alchemist's soul power would be magnified exponentially, reaching an otherwise unattainable height.

And under the temporary yet terrifying power of this state, the chances of failure in pill refinement were effectively zero.

In other words, as long as an alchemist entered the Pill Soul Realm, no matter how low their success rate had been before—or how little experience they had—they would definitely succeed this time.

Not only that, but the experience and sensation of this particular refinement would be deeply imprinted in their mind.

It would be as though they had personally refined this type of pill ten times, a hundred times over.

The next time they refined it, their success rate would be significantly increased.

This was a legendary state that every high-rank alchemist in the continent craved with all their heart.

Now imagine—Wei Yang had only entered this state while refining a Tier 7 pill.

But what if it had been a Tier 8?

If a high-level alchemist could successfully imprint the experience of refining a Tier 8 spirit pill…

If that allowed them to raise their success rate to even fifty percent...

That would already be absolutely terrifying!

With a sufficient supply of ingredients, that alchemist could essentially mass-produce a Tier 8 spirit pill!

And a Tier 8 spirit pill—that was the kind of treasure even Dou Zun experts would covet with envy.

Such pills were said to have gained true spirituality.

Unfortunately, this kind of mysterious state could not be sought—it could only be stumbled upon.

Whether one entered it or not depended entirely on fate.

Clearly, this time, Heaven had smiled upon Wei Yang.

The only pity was that this incredible stroke of luck had happened during the refinement of a Tier 7 Life Returning Pill.

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