Taishang Laojun: Tired? Have a Candy—I've Got Plenty of Nine-Turn Golden Pills!

Primal Celestial Venerable's plea still echoed in the ripples of spacetime.

Sovereign of Heaven's sword intent roared within Yang Chen's sea of consciousness.

The black lines of the Void hanging above Golden Ao Island, along with the vanishing vitality of all things across the Primordial World, painted a picture of deathly stillness on the eve of the apocalypse.

Five Saints, five starkly different responses, five instances of mercilessly slapping faces.

The entire Primordial World, all ancient beings who observed this scene, felt a numbness and trembling from the depths of their Divine Souls.

That madman was impervious to reason, unyielding to force.

He seemed to truly desire nothing.

He only desired destruction.

Now, all pressure, all gazes, whether of terror, anticipation, or despair, pierced through the thirty-three layers of heaven, focusing on the palace that was perpetually serene, seemingly detached from all worldly affairs.

Tushita Palace.

Among the Six Sages of the Primordial World, the most unfathomable, the one who held the destiny of the Human Teachings, revered as the Dao Ancestor – Grand Supreme Elder Lord.

What would he do?

Time lost all meaning in that moment.

Space, too, seemed to transform into a solidified piece of amber.

Within this extreme stillness, capable of shattering the Dao Heart of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh drifted from Tushita Palace.

This sigh carried no power of law, no pressure of a Saint.

It was light.

So light, it was as if an exasperated old father was watching his most rebellious child, who insisted on destroying everything in the house to vent his dissatisfaction.

This sigh was also heavy.

So heavy that the frantic accumulation of power within the Heavenly Dao tribulation clouds, poised to settle all scores, paused its internal friction of laws for a moment.

Immediately after.

A point of purple-gold light was born from the void without any warning.

It pierced the boundary of the thirty-three heavens, disregarding time and distance, and appeared directly before Yang Chen.

The light dissipated.

A perfectly round pill, the size of a dragon's eye, floated quietly.

Nine naturally formed purple patterns coiled and intertwined on the pill, as if containing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth. A wisp of ethereal medicinal fragrance emanated from it. A mere sniff caused the agitated innate spiritual energy around it to instantly become docile and peaceful, even emitting a joyful hum.

The dense, almost tangible black energy of Karmic Force surrounding Yang Chen was forced back by this medicinal fragrance, unable to approach the pill.

Nine Revolutions Golden Elixir!

Grand Supreme Elder Lord's ultimate divine medicine, kept hidden!

One pill was enough to make a mortal instantly ascend, directly reaching the realm of Grand Unity Golden Immortal!

Even the direct disciples of Saints, the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Heavenly Origin Sect, or the Seven Attendant Immortals of the Intercepting Sect, were absolutely not qualified to partake in such a heaven-defying creation.

The next moment, Grand Supreme Elder Lord's voice, tranquil and detached, devoid of any worldly taint, slowly echoed in Yang Chen's mind.

His voice was not as urgent as Primal Celestial Venerable's, nor as domineering as Sovereign of Heaven's, nor as gentle as Nuwa's, and certainly not as sorrowful as the Western Teachings'.

It was calm, so calm as if stating a trivial matter.

"Dad is tired, have a candy."

BOOM!

This single utterance of "Dad," spoken with such casual ease, carried more impact than any Saint's address before it.

Primal Celestial Venerable's "Dad" was a loss of composure born from fear.

Sovereign of Heaven's "Dad" was an attempt at recruitment born from admiration.

But Grand Supreme Elder Lord's "Dad" carried a helpless indulgence and appeasement from an elder to a junior.

It was as if the cataclysmic waves Yang Chen was stirring up were, in his eyes, merely a "tantrum."

Grand Supreme Elder Lord's comforting voice continued.

"This is a Nine Revolutions Golden Elixir I personally refined, the only one in the Primordial World."

"Eat it, calm your mind, and settle yourself."

"After you're done, we'll continue cultivating, don't make trouble."

These words were spoken with such nonchalance, each syllable exuding an unparalleled sense of "wealth."

The Nine Revolutions Golden Elixir, unique in the Primordial World, was treated by him as a candy to pacify a child.

Its heaven-defying efficacy, capable of making even a Quasi-Saint go mad, was reduced to merely "calming the mind and settling oneself."

And the terrifying threat of destroying the entire Primordial World was lightly dismissed as "don't make trouble."

This was a more advanced tactic.

He didn't resort to threats, enticements, or emotional appeals like the other Saints.

He positioned himself on a higher plane, almost akin to the "Dao" itself.

He was using a "dimensional reduction attack" to quell Yang Chen's "madness."

He seemed to have seen through Yang Chen's current unstable state, his tired mind and soul, and thus delivered the most direct and effective tonic.

Swallowing one Nine Revolutions Golden Elixir was enough to instantly restore any cultivator below the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm to their perfect peak condition, no matter how severe their injuries or how exhausted their Divine Soul.

To sweeten the deal, he even added a thoughtful remark.

"If you like it, my Eight Sceneries Palace's alchemy furnace will be exclusively for you from now on, with an unlimited supply!"

As soon as these words were spoken.

Kunlun Mountain fell silent.

Golden Ao Island became quiet.

Wa Huang Palace lost its voice.

Mount Sumeru was shrouded in gloom.

An exclusive furnace for him!

An unlimited supply!

What a terrifying promise! This meant that as long as Yang Chen agreed, he would possess an endless supply of supreme resources capable of mass-producing Grand Unity Golden Immortals!

Grand Supreme Elder Lord's strategy, though seemingly simple, was in reality ruthlessly effective.

What he offered was not an intangible status, not authority that required struggle to maintain, not a gentle embrace hiding traps, and certainly not a poison disguised as disarmament.

What he offered was the most practical and valuable resource in the entire Primordial World!

It was the fundamental substance that could truly enhance a cultivator's own cultivation!

He believed that no one could refuse such temptation.

However.

Yang Chen looked at the Nine Revolutions Golden Elixir, swirling with purple energy and exuding a rich aroma, his expression of utter despair and profound liberation unchanged.

Deep within the icy sea of his Divine Soul, there was not surprise, but a deeper, bone-chilling mockery.

Eat a candy?

Grand Supreme Elder Lord.

As expected of the foremost among the Six Sages, his calculations were indeed more profound than anyone else's.

This candy was indeed a good thing.

But it was also a perfectly targeted test.

Once I eat it, it would signify that I still have the will to survive, that I still care about improving my cultivation, that my "madness" has its limits, and that it can be appeased and bought off.

At that moment, this ultimate weapon in my hand, named "mutual destruction," would develop an invisible crack.

I would transform from a fearless madman back into a pawn with weaknesses and desires.

If you can coax me with one candy today.

Tomorrow, you can buy me off with a hundred candies, control me with a thousand candies.

Until, in the end, you turn me into a dog wagging its tail and begging by your alchemy furnace!

Yang Chen sneered inwardly, but the curve of his lips widened, and the world-destroying flames in his eyes burned even more purely.

He merely curled his lips in disdain, too lazy to even glance at the Golden Elixir again.

He didn't even bother.

Trying to dismiss me with a single candy?

You Saints underestimate me, the "King of Debts," far too much!