Beneath the gaze of countless eyes, a streak of purple began to appear within the four-colored thunderclouds. As time passed, the purple grew increasingly dense, reaching the same intensity as the middle-aged man's within just a few minutes.
"Damn it." Watching the thunderclouds continue to churn, the middle-aged man cursed under his breath, his face filled with unwillingness.
He knew that he had already lost. Judging by the thundercloud above Chen Huo's head, it would likely turn into Five-colored Pill Lightning, and there was even a chance that a sixth color would appear. Yet even knowing the outcome, he remained deeply unwilling. The Pill Gathering had always remembered only the first-place champion. All other rankings, no matter how close they came, were of little use. Not to mention the benefits Soul Hall had promised him—thinking of how all those benefits had slipped away just moments ago made his heart ache.
Even after the thunderclouds in the sky had completely become five evenly balanced colors, they continued to churn.
Seeing the thunderclouds' movement, everyone in the square held their breath and waited for a miracle. Even if merely the slightest trace of another color appeared, this Pill Gathering would certainly be recorded in history. After all, there had never been an instance of Six-colored Pill Lightning in the Pill Gathering before, and there likely never would be again.
As everyone raised their heads to look toward the sky, the final color finally appeared slowly.
However, that color only emerged as a thin trace before the thunderclouds seemed to exhaust all their strength and stopped churning.
In that instant, the entire Sacred Pill City erupted. Astonishing cheers rang out across heaven and earth.
They had witnessed history—history with no predecessor and very likely no successor.
Gu He controlled the heat within the