Alchemy Master

Chapter 779, Revitalising Our Race

Translator: Silavin

‘It was not that the Demon Subduing Great Saint’s requirements were too high. Rather, anyone too weak simply could not bear his inheritance!’

This point could be clearly seen with Qin Yichen as an example.

His Physique exceeded his own cultivation realm by a full two Minor Realms or more, and moreover, having undergone the thousands of temperings and hundred of refinements from the Golden Sea Lightning Concentrate, at this moment, he still could not endure the Sun Spiritual Essence and Moon Spiritual Essence. He could not even fully condense the Supreme Tyrant Body, let alone complete a circulation.

However, after a Dragon Manifestation coiled around Qin Yichen’s body, certain changes occurred…

First, Qin Yichen’s aura stabilised.

Although the pain throughout his body didn’t diminish, his Soul became more concentrated, his mind achieving perfect clarity.

“Supreme Tyrant Body, condense!” Under the intense operation of his Spiritual Energy, an ancient yet magnificent pattern emerged on his body.

This pattern took the form of a circle. It was seemingly simple, yet exuding an inexplicable profound essence, as though it contained the Great Dao, or perhaps embodied some fundamental truth of the world.

As this circular form condensed and took shape, the mutually conflicting crimson and silver energies on his body seemed drawn by some influence, converging within the circular pattern.

Each formed its own circle, trailing long tails as they circulated within the pattern, apparently creating some peculiar cycle.

As this cycle took form, two different energies suffused Qin Yichen’s interior, washing every corner of his body.

Skin, flesh, bones, internal organs; even his Dantian, meridians, and Yuan Energy were being scrubbed again and again. Layer upon layer of black substance was expelled from his pores.

This was the impurities within Qin Yichen’s body.

Clearly, what the Sun Spiritual Essence and Moon Spiritual Essence brought him was not merely the simple tempering of his body. Even his Yuan Energy seemed to have been refined, achieving some form of elevation.

Qin Yichen had a feeling that he seemed to be… sublimating.

“Hehehe…”

Observing Qin Yichen as the pattern on his body took shape, the Demon Subduing Great Saint seemed to emit a laugh. He raised his head towards the sky. “This damned Heaven. This time you’re being fair, and haven’t treated this Old Pan too poorly…”

He had left behind too many regrets.

Originally wanting to ascend to become a Human Deity, but the Unity Deity had appeared and beat him to it.

In his twilight years, he could not even find a suitable inheritor…

But now, a piece of uncarved jade had been delivered before him, compensating for the regrets of his life.

“You may conceal this pattern within your Dantian. As long as you circulate the Supreme Tyrant Body, you can temper and refine your Physique at any time…”

“Within this pattern, I’ve left the Sun Spiritual Essence Seed and Moon Spiritual Essence Seed. In future, as long as you sense Sunlight or Moonlight, you’ll be able to absorb Sun Spiritual Essence and Moon Spiritual Essence…”

Under the Demon Subduing Great Saint’s guidance, the pattern on Qin Yichen’s body gradually diminished and concealed itself within his Dantian.

When Qin Yichen opened his eyes, the Dragon Manifestation on his body vanished. Before he could feel joy, he saw that the luminous form of the Demon Subduing Great Saint before him had become extremely thin…

“Master, you…” Qin Yichen’s expression changed, his demeanour somewhat panicked.

Instantly, he understood clearly that this might be the last thing the Demon Subduing Great Saint had done for him, having exhausted his Soul.

Looking at the Human figure before him that seemed capable of being dispersed by a single gust of wind, his heart felt extremely complex. Particularly seeing the kindly smile on this old man’s face, his nose tingled with emotion.

“Little one, no need to feel sad for this decrepit old man. I’m merely making full use of what remains. In any case, I wouldn’t exist for much longer…” The Demon Subduing Great Saint comforted him.

In this long river of history, regardless of what kind of prodigy one might have been, even a Human Deity, they would still be grounded down by time.

The Demon Subduing Great Saint naturally could not be an exception to this.

This luminous form was already the last wisp of his Soul remaining.

“Master…” Qin Yichen felt grief, nearly bursting into tears.

“Little one, raise your head!” Suddenly, the Demon Subduing Great Saint’s voice became stern.

Although Qin Yichen felt sorrow in his heart, he raised his head, looking at the luminous form. His eyes, however, couldn’t stop turning red.

“This old man has only one wish. I hope you can fulfil it for me!” The Demon Subduing Great Saint’s voice was extremely solemn, while his luminous form flickered in and out of existence, as though it might vanish at any moment.

“I wish to revitalise our race!”

These simple words made Qin Yichen feel an unprecedented sense of responsibility and pressure.

“Master, rest assured. Even if Yichen is shattered to pieces, I will fulfil Master’s wish!” Qin Yichen’s voice was resolute and resounding. Simultaneously, before the luminous form, he kowtowed heavily to the ground, making his promise.

Revitalising the Human Race.

It was difficult!

Having once ascended to the pinnacle of Alchemy, an Alchemy Saint, Qin Yichen understood clearly just how vast the gap was between the Human Race and other races.

It would not be the slightest exaggeration to say that the Human Race survived precariously in the cracks between various races, clinging to existence.

To revitalise the Human Race, unless one ascended to become a Human Deity, there was no other method!

“Good! Good! Good!” The Demon Subduing Great Saint laughed three times, though his voice grew increasingly weak. “I hope our Human Race will also have a day when the myriad races come to pay homage to us…”

Finally, the voice became faint, even dissipating.

Qin Yichen lowered his head, not daring to look. The ground became dampened by his tears.

“This Disciple respectfully sends off Master!” He kowtowed with his head against the ground. The ground shook, his forehead bleeding.

As the Demon Subduing Great Saint’s luminous form dissipated, those at the wordless stone stele: Li Yuanba, Mu Yanzhen, Gu Feitian, Yao Yue, Qiao Linlang, they were all transmitted out one by one, landing beneath the Towering Mountain.

The golden river dispersed. Atop Towering Mountain, the great hall’s doors closed.

“Just how does one ascend?”

Including Li Yuanba, Mu Yanzhen and the others all gazed towards the peak of the Towering Mountain.

From their expressions, it seemed as though the river of Golden Sea Lightning Concentrate had never appeared. They likewise seemed never to have ascended to the peak of the Towering Mountain, nor encountered the wordless stone stele.

Gu Feitian, Qiao Linlang and the others even attempted multiple times to soar upwards, flying towards the peak. However, an invisible force restrained them, repeatedly pressing them downwards.

*Rumble…* Just as they continued their repeated attempts, suddenly, the ground beneath their feet began to shake. Even the entire Heaven and Earth trembled.

Then, space collapsed. Everyone simultaneously vanished from this realm.

*Bang, bang, bang…* Concurrently, before the enormous luminous gate of the ancient ruin battlefield, as space undulated, figures were expelled one after another, falling in various locations.

“Mas—” Qin Yichen was still grieving when suddenly, a spell of dizziness overcame him. Then, raising his head, he saw that slowly dissipating luminous gate. “This…”

Observing the figures surrounding him, he finally realised he had been transmitted out.

Simultaneously, he understood that the Demon Subduing Great Saint would never appear again…

“Master, please rest assured. This Disciple will definitely complete his promise!” He silently recited in his heart. From that dissipating luminous gate, he seemed once more to see the Demon Subduing Great Saint’s kindly countenance.

“Qin Yichen, why the Hell didn’t you go inside?” As he stood dazed, a rough voice sounded beside his ear, rousing him from his emotions.