� Chapter: All Fellow Travelers
As more and more people fell unconscious, time gradually passed, and several dozen days slipped by in the blink of an eye.
Since nearly half of the countless alchemists watching had fallen unconscious, those who remained awake could only be said to be leaning toward consciousness. In truth, struggling against the incomprehensible strain and the suppression of their divine senses, even keeping their eyes open required every ounce of their strength. It was hard to call them truly awake.
Among them, those capable of absorbing the sensations of both men's alchemy while maintaining their own mental composure were rarer than one in ten thousand.
In the end, even Xiao Yi Xian and Xiao Xun Er, who had only half understood things to begin with, could not help exchanging glances. They saw each other's helplessness and gently shook their heads.
At this point, even trying to memorize everything by rote and imprint those sensations within their minds was as difficult as climbing to heaven.
Left with no other choice, the two women turned their gazes toward the elders beside them.
Even so, they were somewhat worried that Old Yao might end up like them.
They had come along this time partly because they truly wanted to gain some inspiration from the path of alchemy and glimpse its mysteries, but also because Xiao Yan and Yao Wan had entrusted them with watching over Yao Chen.
Yao Chen was practically the finest alchemist on the Dou Qi Continent today. Aside from them, he had gone the farthest on the path of alchemy, so naturally, his knowledge and insights were also the greatest.
Yet Yao Chen was ultimately limited by his Supreme cultivation. The Dou Di cultivation of the Dou Qi Continent simply could not support him in reaching