Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 173: Who (1)

Veins of green and blue pulsed across Dyon’s arm.

Little Chibi began to tremble violently. It seemed as though a chained beast was hidden within, ready to burst out at any moment. historical

Dyon’s hand began to char and smoke. The scent of burnt flesh was stomach churning for even the Immortal Gods around them. Yet, without hesitation, dual flames erupted around Dyon’s body as though he felt the heat wasn’t enough.

His gaze never left Nazaire’s own. Even as layer after layer of skin fell to ash, even to the point his bone began to take the impact of the heat directly, he didn’t flinch even an inch.

The entirety of Dyon’s body seemed to want to combust.

After a moment, all the flesh on his hand was gone. And, as though that wasn’t enough, the flesh on his wrist and forearm went next. If it wasn’t for the fact that Dyon could use his qi to forcefully control his bones even without muscles, the lid of the cauldron would have long since flown away.

Dyon’s gaze flashed.

For a moment, he looked like a towering deity. Those around him completely forgot about his sorry state and his grievance wounds. Their hearts trembled, their heads subconsciously lowering.

When such a small action was taken by just one person, it wouldn’t be enough for anyone to notice. But, in that instant, trillions of observers lowered their heads at once. It was an uncontrollable action none of them could control. They hadn’t even been aware of what they were doing until it was too late.

A roar escaped Dyon’s lips and the feeble bones holding onto the cauldron lid shattered, allowing it to shoot into the skies.

In a flash, ten beads of light tore their way free and tried to escape in all directions, but beneath Dyon’s aura, they all froze.

Their tiny figures trembled uncontrollably as though struggling against invisible chains, but it was to no avail.

The moment they slowed down, everyone could finally see their forms. There were actually… ten pills.

No, could these even be called pills? They were simply too beautiful, too perfect.

They were completely transparent, like ten glistening crystals. Each was so perfectly round that it was hard to imagine the existence of a more textbook sphere. They were like ten drops of heavenly dew, collected into the corporeal, like ten bits of a legend manifested into reality.

Each of them radiated out a light blue diamond aura, making them seem far larger than they really were. Simply gazing upon them caused one to be gripped by an inexplicable ecstasy.

The deeper they stared, the more lost they seemed to become. The pills seemed transparent.. So why did it feel as though they were staring into the depths of a universe? It felt like there was a whole world before them, one they could reach out and grasp, but every time they attempted to do so, it would move further away from them.

It wasn’t a long while later that the alchemists finally snapped out of it. After the initial fascination, they began to apply their years of experience to what they were seeing. The result was their awe being tempered down severely.

“There was no tribulation, yet it wafts a fragrance. It’s clear, then, that it’s not even a 100% purified pill. Isn’t the winner obvious?” Alchemy God Crane spoke indifferently, regaining his composure.

Those who were watching the event obviously couldn’t smell the surroundings, but upon hearing Crane’s words, many, and especially those of the Phoenix Hegemon sighed breaths of relief.

They all knew that from 1% to 99% purity, the less fragrance there was, the better. At 100%, there would be no fragrance at all. This was the sign that all of the medicinal efficacy was locked within the pill.

However, after surpassing the top-grade and entering the refined grades, the fragrance would return. No one was sure of the exact reason, but there were many theories.

One of the most possible and widely accepted beliefs was that this regained fragrance wasn’t from the medicinal efficacy at all. This was rather the scent of the Heavens themselves.

This was all to say that a pill that didn’t experience tribulations, yet gave off a scent, was at best 99% pure. It was a top-grade pill, indeed. But, compared to a nine times refined pill… was there even a need to compare?

Gilpin was maybe the most relieved. He felt something all too familiar coming from that young man, especially during his final roar. It was like a shadow over his heart had grown larger for just a moment.

“This is for the best.” He said, feeling content. “I didn’t know that Immortal God Nazaire was so powerful in the path of alchemy. Many forgot about him because he never went to the Divine Stele to gain a name, but he’s definitely made a name for himself today regardless.”

Many of the phoenixes couldn’t help but look toward Gilpin with disgust. Why was he so happy about a mortal losing to an Immortal God? Wasn’t this only natural? What the hell was there to be happy about?

Even setting this aside, wasn’t it still a 99% top-grade pill? This was a peak god grade pill they were talking about! A phantom one, no less! The masters who could accomplish such a thing were probably limited to the two of them right here.

“Idiot.” Dyon’s voice cut through the silence.

Before a rebuttal could be made, one alchemist turned toward the God Stele and suddenly let out a shriek.