Runes Lock the Pill

A sonic Dou Technique—one powerful enough to alter the formation Ling Haonan had unleashed at full strength.

With two waves of sound overlapping, explosions thundered one after another. A decision formed in the Pill Tower Ancestor's clear eyes. He had sensed the power of Ling Haonan's enormous rune.

As a pill that had gained a spirit, he had never been one for many words. He simply acted.

He raised the green bamboo flute in his hand. Green light rippled outward, and in the next instant, everyone at the heart of the Pill Tower felt something strange: all the Dou Qi between heaven and earth had been drained away.

At the Pill Tower Ancestor's command, an unusual fragrance arose—the scent of pills, familiar to every Alchemist. His true form was a Ninth-Grade Mystic Pill, and countless years of growth had made him a being without equal among pills. Within Holy Pill City, he could even draw on every pill in the city at once.

The medicinal fragrance of the entire city condensed into a solid emerald torrent. The concentrated pill energy poured into the bamboo flute like a river of stars flowing backward. The Pill Tower Ancestor lightly tapped the ox's back with his bare foot, and the flecks of herbs clinging to his sole surged into towering green trees that sheltered him from below.

All the Dou Qi gathered at the green-robed boy's flute. A green sword projection stretched more than a hundred zhang.

The blade swept forward, its power honed to perfection!

"Sever Heaven!"

Where the blade passed, the dark-gold rune began to break apart. Dou Qi could no longer sustain it, and even the space where Ling Haonan stood trembled beneath the strike.

A Six-Star Dou Saint was terrifying indeed!

"Break!"

The instant his young voice rang through