Chaotic Sword God

Chapter 3662 - 3662: The Pavilion of Alchemy

“This should be where the Immortal Sect of Colossal Elephants refines pills, but from how thick the smell of pills is, it seems like there are quite a lot of people refining pills at the same time inside.” Jian Chen stared at the red tower in the distance. He saw disciples of the Immortal Sect of Colossal Elephants enter and leave the building, regularly moving between the five medicinal gardens and picking heavenly resources to deliver to the building.

There was also a defensive formation around the tower, preventing any of the explosions that occurred during alchemy from affecting the nearby gardens.

However, the formation obviously was not as powerful as the Immortal Sect of Colossal Elephants’ protective formation. To Jian Chen, it only seemed capable of withstanding the energy blasts of Immortal Emperors.

“The Immortal Sect of Colossal Elephants seems to never stop refining pills. They have several million heavenly resources planted. I wonder just how great their stockpile of pills is.” Jian Chen’s curiosity was piqued.

He had obtained many pills from the secret space left behind by the Star Clustered Ancestor, but it was nothing compared to the reserves of the Immortal Sect of Colossal Elephants.

That was because during the years when the Star Clustered Ancestor made those arrangements, the Sword Sect of Violet Heavens had already begun to decline, while the Immortal Sect of Colossal Elephants was currently in their prime. They formed a tremendous existence on the Reverent Observance Heaven.

Jian Chen subconsciously appeared near the tower. Words in fancy writing were carved above the entrance of the tower, Pavilion of Alchemy.

There were a total of three floors to the Pavilion of Alchemy. Each floor was extremely large and extremely spacious.

Jian Chen used the Divine Armour of Heavenflight to enter the Pavilion of Alchemy silently.

As soon as he entered the Pavilion of Alchemy, an even heavier fragrance of pills hit his nose, which was intoxicating.

Inside the Pavilion of Alchemy, a series of alchemy rooms were placed in neat rows. Each alchemy room was surrounded by a formation, closely guarding them.

“Number three, number three. Get up and refine pills. What are you laying on the ground for? There are only three years left until the next day where we hand up everything. You’re still missing a hundred Energy-returning pills. If you can’t complete the mission, get ready to suffer soul-devouring pain.”

At this moment, a voice swollen with arrogance rang out from the front. A disciple of the Immortal Sect of Colossal Elephants stood outside an alchemy room and scolded the person inside. He was very rude.

With a single movement, Jian Chen silently arrived beside the disciple of the Immortal Sect of Colossal Elephants. Gazing through the open door, he saw a ten-metre-tall alchemy cauldron placed in the centre of the room that was not particularly large.

Near the cauldron, a middle-aged man with messy hair and a haggard appearance lay powerlessly on the ground. He was pale-white.

The middle-aged man who resembled a beggar possessed the cultivation of a Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortal, except there were a pair of large, thick chains wrapped around his ankles.

The metal chain had pierced his bones. Every time the middle-aged man moved, he would have to endure the pain of his bones fracturing.

The chain happened to be long enough to limit the middle-aged man’s movements to the tiny alchemy room. He could not make his way outside.

The material was cold in nature. If they had their bones pierced by chains forged from a material like that, then they would have to endure the pain of invading coldness at all times.

“D-don’t worry. I-I’ll definitely refine a hundred Energy-returning pills in three years’ time…” the middle-aged man stuttered. He was extremely feeble, without much strength at all.

After saying that, he climbed up from the ground strenuously and maintained a seated position, taking out a few low grade immortal crystals to recover.

Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortals usually used supreme grade immortal crystals to recover. Low grade immortal crystals no longer had much of an effect on people of such cultivations.

But let alone supreme grade immortal crystals, the middle-aged man did not even seem to have any mid grade immortal crystals. He could only use low grade ones.

With the middle-aged man’s cultivation as a Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortal, he drained the low grade immortal crystals in his hand very soon. By the time it turned to dust and fell out of his hand, he had already fired up the cauldron.

Meanwhile, he had only recovered less than a tenth of his cultivation.

“Number three, there are still three years left. You better not say that I didn’t warn you. If you can’t complete the mission, there’ll be plenty of suffering waiting for you.” The disciple from the Immortal Sect of Colossal Elephants left that message behind coldly before shutting the door to the room.

In the alchemy room, the disheveled middle-aged man stared at the cauldron before him numbly. His eyes were filled with gloominess. He sighed softly. “Just when will these days come to an end? Sometimes, I really want to just end myself like this so that I’m completely liberated…”

Jian Chen stood in the alchemy room with the Divine Armour of Heavenflight on, staring at the middle-aged man in thought.

The middle-aged man clearly was not from the Immortal Sect of Colossal Elephants. Instead, he had been imprisoned here to specially refine pills for them.

After lingering around quietly for a short while, Jian Chen left the alchemy room silently.

The formation around the room was not particularly powerful, so it could not stop Jian Chen. As a result, Jian Chen could move around in the Pavilion of Alchemy freely.

Afterwards, Jian Chen checked through every alchemy room and discovered to his surprise that the alchemists here were all immortals imprisoned by the Immortal Sect of Colossal Elephants.

There were over five hundred alchemists imprisoned on the first floor of the Pavilion of Alchemy, all shackled by chains forged from Black Iron of Nine Yin, forced to endure the pain of invading coldness constantly.

All of these alchemists were Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortals.

However, under the oppression of the Immortal Sect of Colossal Elephants, they had all lost the grace of Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortals. They were all like beggars, dishevelled and miserable.

As a matter of fact, many of them had already drained their vitality, so they were severely weakened.

In there, they basically had no time to rest and no time to cultivate. Apart from refining pills and refining pills, they could only refine pills.

Very soon, Jian Chen made his way to the second floor of the Pavilion of Alchemy.ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ (ꜰ)ir(e).nᴇt

The second floor was relatively more spacious. There were only twenty-odd alchemy rooms arranged there in an orderly manner.

However, the alchemists imprisoned there were all Immortal Monarchs.

Even in peak organisations that ruled over entire regions, Immortal Monarchs were on par with elders. They enjoyed significant status.

But here, they had all been reduced to prisoners.

The treatment they received was the same as the Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortals on the first floor. They were also shackled, forced to refine various pills for the Immortal Sect of Colossal Elephants constantly.

There were no storage facilities for pills in the Pavilion of Alchemy. Special disciples would patrol the place from time to time and collect all of the pills before taking them all out of the Pavilion of Alchemy to be stored elsewhere.

“Whether it’s the five hundred or so Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortals on the first floor or the Immortal Monarchs on the second floor, their presences are all similar. They practise the same cultivation method. Looks like they belong to the same organisation.”

As soon as he arrived on the third floor, a scorching presence filled his face.

Flames surged from the centre of the third floor. The terrifying heat made it difficult to approach the centre. Within the flames, a colossal cauldron floated around, radiating with the fragrance of pills.

Nearby, a dishevelled old man sat in the air as he focused on the cauldron before him. From time to time, he would toss in God Tier heavenly resources after God Tier heavenly resources into the cauldron.

Jian Chen immediately saw through the old man’s cultivation. The old man was the only person that occupied the entirety of the third floor.

He was also imprisoned here. Every movement he made would produce the sound of clashing chains.

Whenever he tossed heavenly resources into the cauldron, the chains on him would shake and produce ear-splitting sounds.