"Chen Saint is attempting a very novel method of alchemy."
The Saint of Alchemy offered this assessment.
Flowing Water Temple Master was stunned, finding it utterly unbelievable, so he called over other Emperors to watch, claiming they were observing Chen Xia refine elixirs.
The Emperors arrived and, puzzled, asked, "Where is Chen Xia?"
"Chen Xia is refining elixirs," Flowing Water Temple Master pointed at the thundering alchemical cauldron.
"I know Chen Xia is refining elixirs, but where is Chen Xia?" Emperor Tianhe furrowed his brows and asked again.
Flowing Water Temple Master pointed at the cauldron once more, replying, "Here."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean Chen Xia is inside it."
“?” Emperor Tianhe felt incredulous, his understanding of alchemy utterly overturned. He questioned, “Is he refining himself?”
"Not exactly, but he's certainly being quite unconventional," Flowing Water Temple Master responded.
From the outside, they could only see the cauldron trembling incessantly, unaware that inside, an entire elixir realm had formed.
Chen Xia stood within, with several Emperor remnants coiled around his sleeves, facing off against the overwhelming elixir energy.
He didn't know how to refine Emperor-level elixirs; there were no records in the books, and even the alchemists present were clueless.
Now, Chen Xia had glimpsed the threshold of refining Emperor-level elixirs. It was the overwhelming elixir energy before him, the Emperor remnants on his sleeves, and the faint blue heavenly lightning in his palm.
These were the opportunities, and the Emperor-level elixir was the result.
With a sudden grip, his sleeves billowed, and the Emperor remnants, intertwined with the blue lightning, clung to his arm.
Apart from that, Chen Xia didn't use any other Dao.
Just alchemy.
He took a step forward, moving toward the overwhelming elixir energy.
He didn't understand alchemy; throughout his journey, his success in alchemy had mostly relied on luck. He had always believed that with enough luck, he could refine anything.
But Emperor-level elixirs were different. They had their own intelligence and consciousness, capable of resisting cultivators and using elixir energy to block them.
In simple terms, they had rebellious spirits.
How to eliminate these rebellious spirits?
Ancient, powerful alchemists would use various alchemical divine abilities to soothe elixirs with a bit of intelligence or add top-tier ingredients to make the elixir blend in, thus softening their rebellious nature.
But Chen Xia didn't understand alchemy, so he couldn't use such methods.
Fortunately, he understood combat, so he could use other means.
Beat them.
Keep beating them until the rebellious spirits of the elixir were smoothed out, resulting in an Emperor-level elixir.
Don't ask if it will work.
Believe in human effort.
In short, Chen Xia's approach to alchemy can be summed up in one phrase.
Just do it, bro!
Within the realm.
Wang Yangzi looked at the sky filled with dark clouds, feeling something was off, and asked Wu Saint beside him, "Do you feel like something's wrong?"
Wu Saint replied gloomily, "If I hadn't sensed it, I'd be the one with a brain problem."
"What's the reason?" Wang Yangzi inquired further.
"What else could it be? It's definitely related to Chen Xia, nine times out of ten," Wu Saint said, raising an eyebrow.
"I think so too, but what do you think Chen Xia is doing? He's causing such a big commotion, and the lightning in those clouds doesn't look ordinary. I feel like it might be elixir lightning."
"I don't know. I can't guess what Chen Xia is thinking," Wu Saint shook his head.
Wang Yangzi sighed, his hands behind his back, taking two steps forward. Gazing at the dark clouds, he softly said, "I hope it's not something too difficult. May his path be smooth, free of obstacles. This is the only blessing we, as old friends, can offer him."
In the Great Death Realm.
Inner demon stood atop the dark clouds, manipulating the entire Great Death Realm to continuously add realm will to the clouds, contributing to Chen Xia's alchemy endeavor.
There wasn't much he could do; this was just a small effort.
The dark clouds rolled incessantly, with lightning flashing within.
Inner demon suddenly turned around; a figure was approaching.
"The one who defies the heavens is busy, it's been a long time, Chen Xia," the figure said.
Inner demon narrowed his eyes, asking, "Martial Emperor?"
"Yes," Martial Emperor nodded, then smiled lightly, "Are you controlling the Seed of Dao to comprehend the Thunder Dao or the Elixir Dao? If successful, you'll either be a four-Dao quasi-Emperor or a five-Dao Grand Saint, right?"
Inner demon's eyes flickered, nodding, "Just the Thunder Dao reaching quasi-Emperor level."
Martial Emperor smiled in satisfaction.
"That's not bad. The Great Death Realm has already been integrated with you. If I remember correctly, the realm has also merged with you, right? With two realm powers, if you become a six-Dao supreme, we can join forces to cut down the Way of Heaven."
"Why cut down the Way of Heaven?" Inner demon asked.
Martial Emperor's expression remained calm. With a light wave of his hand, flowers, trees, mountains, and lakes appeared, as if he had created his own Way of Heaven. He said, "Because I want to become the Way of Heaven."
"Why should I help you become the Way of Heaven?" Chen Xia asked again.
"Simple," Martial Emperor replied, "Because I am invincible."
"Out of the three hundred Emperors in the world, I can kill two hundred and ninety-nine, leaving only myself."
"If you're so invincible, do you still need my help?" Inner demon questioned.
"I can't defeat the Way of Heaven, and the Way of Heaven can't defeat me. I need someone without luck who can merge realms to integrate them, using the Way of Heaven to cut down the Way of Heaven."
After saying this, Martial Emperor pointed at Chen Xia and continued, "You are the blade that will ultimately cut down the Way of Heaven!"
"What's in it for me?" Inner demon asked.
Martial Emperor replied, "After success, the realms you've merged will still belong to you, and I'll give you three tenths of the realms."
"Let me think about it," Inner demon crossed his arms, mimicking Chen Xia's tone.
He realized something: Martial Emperor didn't know he was Inner demon; he thought he was the Seed of Dao, believing he was conversing with the main body.
"Then take your time to consider. I'll visit the Great Heaven personally to discuss this with you later," Martial Emperor said, then abruptly vanished from the Great Death Realm.
Inner demon's expression immediately turned cold. No wonder Martial Emperor was the strongest supreme; he could come and go in the realm he had integrated.
As for what Martial Emperor had said, Inner demon didn't believe a word of it.
He didn't trust anyone other than the main body.
First, doubt; then, doubt again.
This was Inner demon's way of life.
As for Martial Emperor's claim of being invincible, Inner demon was even more dismissive. Could anyone be more invincible than someone who could level up infinitely?
Just you wait, Martial Emperor. One day, I'll take you down!
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ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
