CHAPTER 181: CHAPTER 178: ELDER LIGHT_1

In the Imperial Capital, Qin Wudao gazed at the dozens of spiritual medicines before him, all glowing with a gem-like light and exuding a rich medicinal fragrance. He couldn’t help but nod in satisfaction. He hadn’t expected to gather the ingredients for the Saint Pill so quickly.

"I hope it will be successful in one try!" Qin Wudao muttered to himself, feeling slightly nervous. Among earth-level pills, the Saint Pill was considered one of the most difficult to refine, its complexity rivaling that of ordinary heaven-level pills.

Above the Saint Pill, there was also the Becoming Emperor Pill, which could increase the chances of breaking through to the Semi-Emperor realm by thirty percent. It too was one of the most difficult celestial-grade pills to concoct.

In short, pills that could help people achieve cultivation breakthroughs were exceptionally difficult to refine.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Wudao waved his hand, and an Alchemy Furnace materialized before him. It was crimson-gold, intricately carved with dragon patterns, and radiated a powerful aura.

This was a king-level Alchemy Furnace, capable of increasing the pill formation success rate, personally forged by the master craftsman Gan Jiang.

"Heavenly Dragon Magic Flame, come forth!" Qin Wudao uttered a soft cry. A black flame appeared in his palm, emitting an extremely high temperature that made the surrounding Void scorch.

With a thought, spiritual medicines flew through the air one by one, dropping into the Alchemy Furnace. Under the terrifyingly high temperature, they transformed into green medicinal powder, wreathed in phosphorescence.

Next came the removal of impurities and the refinement of the essence!

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"Issue my command, attack!"

Within Divine Gate, Nie Feng ordered the army to rest briefly. In the early morning of the second day, he issued the order to attack.

The nascent sun cast its brilliance over the vast lands. Soldiers of the Divine Army, numbering in the millions, were like awakened lions, poised to conquer the world and hunt all in their path.

The war erupted.

The garrisons of the Divine Court of Light’s western territories had accompanied Wang Shou to attack the Qin Empire, only to be completely annihilated. Consequently, aside from sporadic resistance from a few city defense units, the advance was unimpeded.

Soon, the western territories of the Divine Court of Light fell.

The news of Nie Feng’s rebellion spread like wildfire throughout the major and minor powers of the Great Light Realm, causing a great commotion.

"Old Ancestor, the Fierce Tiger Sect’s invasion is accelerating! We must find a way out!"

Within the Sky Water Sect, many elders wore weary expressions. After Blue Feather had led their experts to the Qin Empire, only for them to perish there, the sect’s strength was severely depleted. Facing the Fierce Tiger Sect’s invasion, they were forced into a steady retreat.

An elder spoke, his face etched with worry.

Seated on the throne above was an elderly man with white hair. He exuded an aura of decay, as if he could breathe his last at any moment.

He was the Old Ancestor of the Sky Water Sect, his cultivation at the Great Saint Level. However, he was currently gravely injured and could only exert the strength of the Middle Saint Realm.

"A way out? Our former allies now shun us like the plague, and the Alchemist Association is under constant pressure. Is there truly any way out for us?"

The Old Ancestor of the Sky Water Sect sighed, overcome with pessimism. His aged face was a mask of desolation.

He was the founder of the Sky Water Sect. His devotion to the sect surpassed that of anyone present; he was the last person who wished to see it decline.

But what could be done? The sect’s experts had fallen one after another, their territories were lost, their future was bleak, and no path to survival could be discerned.

"Alas!"

Many elders sighed, sinking into despair.

"Report! An envoy from the Battle King has arrived!"

Just as everyone was at their wit’s end, a disciple rushed in, cupped his hands, and reported.

"Quickly, invite him in!" The Old Ancestor of the Sky Water Sect stood up, his earlier despondency replaced by excitement. "No, we shall go greet him ourselves!"

He had found a way to save the sect! As long as they could cling to Nie Feng’s coattails, the Fierce Tiger Sect would not dare to invade again. As for Nie Feng’s current status as a traitor, it seemed insignificant to the Sky Water Sect, which was already on the brink of annihilation.

At the foot of the mountain, a War General held a pill in both hands. The rich medicinal fragrance caused the surrounding disciples to gulp down their saliva.

"Welcome, noble envoy!" The Old Ancestor of the Sky Water Sect descended the mountain. He glanced at the pill, his pupils constricting sharply, and his breathing grew heavy. He saluted and spoke politely.

"Enough idle chatter. The Battle King, having learned of the Old Ancestor’s injuries, has specially bestowed this sacred healing pill!"

The War General placed the sacred healing pill in front of the Sky Water Sect’s Old Ancestor and declared coldly, his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

Accept it? Or not?

All eyes were on the Sky Water Sect’s Old Ancestor. This choice would determine the sect’s future.

Accepting the pill meant the Sky Water Sect would align itself with the Battle King, becoming so-called traitors and rebels. They would be standing against the Divine Court, subject to the imperial court’s sanctions at any moment.

"Thank you, Battle King!" After only a moment’s hesitation, the Sky Water Sect’s Old Ancestor reached out, took the pill, tilted his head back, and swallowed it.

The War General nodded slightly, a trace of appreciation in his eyes.

Thus, the Sky Water Sect had switched its allegiance.

Similar scenes unfolded in many other places. Numerous sects and factions chose to side with Nie Feng, further eroding the foundations of the Divine Court’s rule.

After all, these sects had all been enfeoffed by the Divine Court of Light.

Faced with this situation, the Divine Court of Light could only watch helplessly; no one dared to stand up against a Saint King Realm expert.

Against this backdrop, Minglong journeyed alone to the forbidden ground of the Divine Court.

It was a range of deep mountains. The slopes were precipitous, dotted with ancient trees so massive it would take several people to encircle their trunks. Countless wild beasts roamed these forests. Due to the absence of human intervention, the area retained its primeval character.

"Minglong, thirteenth-generation disciple of the Divine Court, requests an audience with the venerable Ancestor!" Minglong arrived at the foot of the mountain and bowed respectfully. His voice, amplified by Spiritual Energy, was exceedingly resonant. It echoed through the deep, ancient forests, lingering for a long, long time.

Birds took flight, a dark swarm filling the sky. Beasts roared, their calls echoing endlessly.

Unfortunately, there was no reply. The mountaintop remained silent, as if deserted.

Minglong did not call out again, maintaining his bowing posture, motionless.

Half a day later, the deep mountains began to tremble violently. A terrifying aura emanated from the mountaintop, causing the very Void to seemingly solidify.

An ancient voice reverberated from the heavens, "This Ancestor is aware! Six Divine Servants, go and deal with the traitors of the Divine Court!"

"As commanded!" Six terrifying auras soared into the sky.

The Void before Minglong rippled, and six figures emerged: three men and three women. The men wore black robes and demonic masks; the women, white dresses and angelic masks. None of their true faces could be discerned.

"Saint King Realm!" Minglong gasped. The aura these six exuded was identical to that of the Divine Emperor.

"You are the current Divine Emperor? Your talent is decent, but your cultivation is a bit weak!" one of the men remarked nonchalantly.

Minglong’s mouth twitched. He had achieved the eighth revolution of Nirvana and reached the Late Heaven Realm in his early twenties. And these accomplishments were deemed merely ’average’?

"Enough idle chatter. Let’s finish the task quickly and return to accompany Master!" the woman in the middle chided. Then, she said to Minglong, "Your Majesty, the Divine Emperor, please lead the way."

Her voice was exceptionally pleasing, soothing the heart and invigorating the spirit, making all who heard it feel utterly refreshed.

The man appeared slightly dissatisfied but nonetheless closed his mouth.

"Respected seniors, this way, please!" Minglong said excitedly, his confidence renewed.

With the support of six Saint King Realm experts, he firmly believed he could quell the rebellion, eliminate Nie Feng, and restore the glory and order of the Divine Court.