Yang Chen knew very well that he did not have much time left.
The longer he delayed, the more danger he would face. Even Yekun might not necessarily be able to protect him from Peng Wanli.
In Peng Wanli's eyes, he probably counted as an enemy who had to be dealt with.
Time brooked no delay!
Yang Chen plunged headlong into studying the Nine Nether Immortal Pill, his mind filled with attempts to simulate the process based on its pill formula.
To be honest, the deeper Yang Chen delved into the formula for the Nine Nether Immortal Pill, the more awestruck he became by the talent and wisdom of those mighty figures from ancient times who had created pills.
This was simply a masterpiece that could shake the ages.
He considered his talent in alchemy unmatched beneath the heavens, one of a kind. Yet after studying it bit by bit, he still could not immediately gain a better understanding of how the Nine Nether Immortal Pill was meant to be refined.
It was completely different from every pill he had learned about before.
Even his greatest masterpiece, the Divine Splendor Creation Pill, could not hold a candle to this pill. After several days of study, Yang Chen came to a conclusion: if he wanted to refine this pill, he had to cast aside every alchemy concept he had held before he could even attempt it.
There was no helping it. They were not on the same level.
All his former concepts would instead become unnecessary baggage when refining the Nine Nether Immortal Pill.
For a top-tier alchemist, this was hard to accept. Yang Chen understood that clearly, but what he could not accept even more was standing still and making no progress.
An alchemist incapable of seeing his own level