The Contest Between Yao, Ancient, and Soul!

Seven days later.

The competition within the Pill Realm had reached a fever pitch, and its dangers were even greater than those of the first round.

For cultivators, however, no danger or killing tribulation could compare to the human heart. Alchemists were no exception.

Without the restrictions of the rules, the vast majority had completely cast aside their reservations. In just seven days, more than eighty percent had been eliminated. Some had even perished directly within the Pill Realm. It was truly brutal.

Fortunately, as the pool of eliminated contestants continued to shrink, the small number of Alchemists who remained were clearly the elite among elites. To avoid failing at the last moment, everyone had no choice but to restrain their malicious intentions and focus on finding the medicinal ingredients specified on the list.

Pill Realm, central region.

Two figures arrived one after the other, their bodies covered in blood and presenting a horrifying sight.

They were Dan Chen and Cao Ying.

Compared to when they had entered the realm, their faces had clearly lost much of their youthful innocence. In its place was a faint but discernible killing intent, while vigilance flickered through their eyes from time to time. They had clearly undergone immense tempering.

"Miss, Dan Chen and Cao Ying request an audience."

Upon hearing the voice transmission from outside, the clouds above suddenly parted. A staircase wreathed in mist gradually condensed, stretching all the way into the sky.

Seeing this, the two exchanged a glance and immediately sighed in relief before hurriedly ascending the heavenly staircase.

"Is everything taken care of?"

Above the clouds, Hun Ruoruo reclined against a chair woven from watery mist, gazing with interest at the two travel-worn women who had arrived.

Dan Chen nodded and said softly, "Just as you predicted, someone from