"Cinnabar from cavern horns breathed brocade clouds, turtle-hair lead shimmered in auspicious haze. I gathered them into the Eight Trigrams Furnace, refining them back to primordial chaos, before heaven and earth were cleaved."
On the Primordial Planet, Three-Crazy Daoist fingered his scraggly beard and gazed at the purple clouds rising through the void, wreathed in immortal mist. He smiled leisurely, then flicked a finger. "Open!"
In an instant, the alchemical fire died, becoming a mass of black embers harboring stars. The Eight-Furnace Cauldron, carved with exotic beasts of mountains and seas and primordial deities, suddenly rang with dragon cries and tiger roars, echoing through the boundless void and shaking the Nine Heavens.
Immediately afterward, nine Golden Cores soared into the air. As though endowed with supreme intelligence, they rushed toward the four seas and eight wildernesses. Just as the Daoist Venerable had blessed later generations, Three-Crazy Daoist did not reserve this batch of mighty pills for his own disciples, but instead bestowed their benefits upon all living beings.
"You have to let me reach the Great Saint Realm first, then lead everyone else to sainthood."
Lin Xian strode across the heavens, his speed pushed to the utmost, carrying a faint hint of time itself. With one sweep of his great hand, he seized a divine pill and refined it in an instant. His essence, energy, and spirit immediately reached perfection, his cultivation flawless, ready to summon the Great Saint Tribulation at any moment.
Next, Lin Xian prepared to snatch a second divine pill, only for Ye Fan to intercept him head-on.
The other Emperor's Sons hurried over right afterward. The Saint Prince, Golden Cicada Son, Zhang Bainin, and the others each obtained a divine pill.
"Woof! Woof! Woof! Treasure! This emperor's treasure!"
A pitch-black dog stood in the starry sky