Chapter 537

Chapter 537: The Alchemy Pill is Complete!

Golden light overflowed from Ye Yun’s body and flowed into the Spiritual Pond. Bathed in the golden radiance, Ye Yun resembled a divine deity, emanating a faintly majestic presence.

The spiritual energy within the Spiritual Pond seemed sentient, surging toward him. In an instant, it gathered around him, swirling violently into a whirlpool, yet none could penetrate his body.

The Heart of Immortals and Demons had shut Ye Yun’s six senses and sealed every pore, blocking all spiritual energy from entering.

Shu Anshi and the others watched in awe. Even Shu Anshi had never witnessed such a phenomenon. Though the Spiritual Pond brimmed with abundant spiritual energy, it also harbored hidden energy. Everyone knew the devastating power of this hidden energy—a single misstep could tear one apart.

Yet now, spiritual energy converged wildly around Ye Yun. If it flooded into him, even a cultivation level ten times stronger would be ripped to shreds.

“Elder Brother, what’s happening?” Zhuge Chong asked urgently, his voice thick with worry.

“This is bizarre. Why is the energy gathering around junior brother?” Kun Huazi echoed, equally stunned.

Shu Anshi shook his head. “I don’t know. But junior brother should be safe. He’s condensing the alchemy pill. Once it’s complete, this energy will disperse.”

Nearby, Ding Qian stared at Ye Yun, her heart a mix of shock and despair. Ye Yun, still at the pinnacle of the Foundation Establishment stage, had matched her in combat, even gaining an edge in life-and-death clashes. Now, as he neared the completion of his alchemy pill, how much stronger would he become? Ding Qian knew once he succeeded, she’d never rival him again—only watch his back fade into the distance.

Even among geniuses, there were hierarchies. Ye Yun stood at the apex.

“This brat never ceases to amaze, enduring all this energy,” the Divine Feather Vulture King muttered. He had inched to nine zhang from the shore, golden eyes wide at the spectacle.

“You’re not human. What do you know about ‘amazing’?” Kun Huazi sneered.

“Who are you, punk?” the vulture roared. “Think your Golden Core stage lets you insult me? I’ll crush you with one claw!”

Kun Huazi laughed. “A feathery beast daring to bark at me? After the Spiritual Pond closes, I’ll teach you manners. Even your master wouldn’t speak to me like this!”

Enraged, the Divine Feather Vulture King lunged from the pond toward Kun Huazi.

Kun Huazi, originally at eleven zhang, retreated half a step and flicked his sleeve. A white light shadow shot out, morphing into a giant eagle that dove at the vulture.

*Boom!*

Golden blade light erupted from the vulture, shredding the eagle. Unfazed, he charged onward, missing Kun Huazi’s sly grin.

A beam of light shot upward, weaving into a net that engulfed the vulture. Trapped, he thrashed as the net’s threads tightened, each strand pulsing with destructive force.

With a roar, golden blades erupted from his body, slicing the net to fragments. “Is that all?” he taunted, only to be struck by an immense force from behind, hurling him into the pond’s eleven zhang depths.

A shriek pierced the air as he shot skyward, trembling. The hidden energy at eleven zhang was unbearable, even compared to Ye Yun’s thirteen zhang.

“Still yapping, featherbrain?” Kun Huazi jeered, now at ten zhang. At eleven zhang, resisting the pressure alone would’ve drained him.

The vulture glared but held back. Kun Huazi’s strength matched his own, and with Zhuge Chong nearby, provoking a fight was unwise.

His gaze shifted to Ye Yun. Golden light still shimmered around him, frenzied energy churning the water. “Freak!” the vulture grumbled. Condensing an alchemy pill at thirteen zhang? Only a monstrous prodigy could manage it.

Zhuge Chong and the others nodded silently. Ye Yun was a once-in-a-millennium talent.

Two days flashed by. The Spiritual Pond would soon close, leaving only four humans and one bird within: Shu Anshi’s trio, Kuang Wuwei, and the vulture.

Ding Qian and other Absolute Heart Peak disciples had retreated to shore days prior, meditating to solidify their gains.

Eventually, Zhuge Chong and Kun Huazi could endure no longer. At eleven zhang, their bodies overflowed with spiritual energy, threatening to burst. They leapt to the shore, eyes shut in deep cultivation.

After eight breaths, Kuang Wuwei rose, glancing at Shu Anshi with mild disappointment before gaping at Ye Yun. The faint golden glow around the young fellow had persisted at thirteen zhang for days—unthinkable!

The Divine Feather Vulture King, descendant of the Golden-winged Roc, had crept to eleven zhang. Drenched feathers glowed softly as heat rippled the air around him.

Shu Anshi watched Ye Yun, baffled. Condensing an alchemy pill for two days at thirteen zhang? Even Kuang Wuwei couldn’t last that long.

Two hours later, Ye Yun’s golden light blazed, illuminating ten zhang around him before vanishing abruptly. Darkness reclaimed the sky.

Ye Yun opened his eyes, golden flickers fading into a smile.

The alchemy pill was complete.