Yi Yun had made such a grand spectacle of alchemy, wantonly squandering resources in a farce. If he failed, would Blood King let him off?
No one could say how things would turn out. After all, Yi Yun had the strength to back it up—that much was universally acknowledged!
Blood King had only recently become a Demon Emperor and had just begun building his power. His foundations were still shallow. Even if Yi Yun was the sort of person with dirty hands and feet, as long as he was talented, Blood King would probably still have to rely on him to some extent.
At noon, the alchemy began!
Yi Yun was refining pills in a secret chamber. He made no sound, so no one could watch.
Even so, several thousand people gathered near the Heavenly Demon Sarira Tower. Although they could not see anything, they could not help looking toward the tower.
This could very well become a great laughingstock.
If that really happened, the one mocked would not be Yi Yun, but Blood King.
Over the years since Blood King became a Demon Emperor, he had touched the interests of quite a few old-established Demon Emperors. Who knew how many people were waiting to see him take a tumble?
As Yi Yun began refining pills, a middle-aged man in blue robes sat upright on a high platform in the Heavenly Demon Sarira Tower. Between his brows was a purple mark that looked like a faint star.
His clothes had not the slightest ornamentation and appeared plain to the extreme. Yet an indistinct aura emanated from him. It was not the bearing of a superior, but something like a distant galaxy—ethereal and nebulous, visible yet forever out of reach.
This man was none other than the master of the