"Save him?"
Elder Zhu Wen asked softly.
Despite the chaos of the battlefield, Elder Shennong remained conspicuous, a fact the two elders had always noticed.
From their perspective, saving Elder Shennong would be a win-win situation.
After all, the Ancient Dragon Clan's strength had grown rapidly with the recovery of more and more elders, but they still lacked a high-level alchemist.
While Chen Guan might meet the requirements, his status was different, and they couldn't rely solely on him for alchemy.
"Save him, of course! He'll be Dragon Island's chief alchemist from now on,"
Chen Guan nodded in response, his thoughts aligning with the two elders'.
Upon hearing this, Elder Zhu Wen immediately stood up.
"Elder Shennong, Dragon Island is still lacking a Grand Master of Alchemy. Would you be willing to visit us?"
The second elder's voice, like a dragon's roar, shattered the thick air of death and echoed throughout the battlefield.
Elder Shennong's face lit up, thinking it was just Elder Zhu Wen's excuse to protect him, and he nodded repeatedly.
"Haha, I've been curious about Dragon Island for a long time and have wanted to visit it for a long time."
Laughing heartily, Elder Shennong flew towards the platform.
Hunxuzi and Hun Qianmo's expressions were grim, but they didn't say a word to stop him.
"Ignore him for now, destroy the Medicine Clan and settle accounts with them!"
A glance at each other, and they formed a plan. They immediately vented their anger on the Medicine Clan elders, leaving screams everywhere they passed.
Elsewhere, Elder Shennong, having escaped the battlefield, breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed the wine jug on the table, gushing several gulps.
"What an unforeseen disaster, what an unforeseen disaster!"
"Thank you all so much for this time. Don't worry, young friend, I'm a man of my word. As long as you can safely leave the Medicine Realm, the Flame of Life will be offered to you!"
Elder Shennong sighed.
As he finished speaking, he noticed Chen Guan and the other two all glanced over at him. Their piercing gazes made his scalp tingle, especially the gaze of the weakest Ancient Dragon 'youngster', which made him feel as if a knife was at his throat.
"Ha, just kidding. The Life Flame is no longer of much use to me. I believe it will shine even brighter in your hands."
With a wry smile, Elder Shennong swiftly surrendered the Life Flame, erasing all connections. He
claimed to be indifferent, but the pain in his eyes was hard to conceal.
Well, at least his life was safe; it was better than falling into the hands of the Soul Clan.
"Haha, don't worry. My Ancient Dragon Clan is not heartless. Since we promised to protect you, we will naturally bring you back to Dragon Island intact."
Elder Zhu Wen patted Elder Shennong's shoulder with satisfaction as he watched Chen Guan take the strange fire, swallow it, close his eyes, and begin to refine it.
Elder Shennong's smile faltered slightly. He felt as though Elder Zhu Wen was acting a lot like him just now, playing a game of words.
He wanted to ask, but seeing the two smiling Ancient Dragons, he could only suppress his bad feeling and smile along.
Chen Guan ignored Elder Shennong for now. Refining the Nine Nether Wind Flame wasn't difficult, and the Living Spirit Flame wasn't as violent as other exotic fires. Refining two exotic fires simultaneously might sound incredible, but in reality, it wasn't that difficult.
He could even devote some of his attention to the battlefield and contact the Medicine Clan's ancestor.
Atop Medicine Mountain, the frenzied slaughter by the Soul Clan's powerful members had resulted in heavy losses for the Medicine Clan. Furthermore, the fierce clash between the Medicine Emperor's remnant soul and the Void Devouring Flame had dimmed the vast Heaven-Transforming Medicine Formation by over a hundred times, and the liquid energy that filled it was dissipating at an alarming rate.
"The formation is about to break!"
Seeing this, countless members of the Medicine Clan felt despair.
If the formation were broken, the Medicine Emperor's remaining spirit would become a rootless duckweed, quickly dissipating between heaven and earth. Those who relied on the formation for survival would be completely exposed to the Soul Clan's butchering knives, and the rate of casualties would be a thousand times faster.
"Alas, this calamity is ultimately unavoidable."
High in the sky, the Medicine Emperor's remaining spirit sighed softly as it watched the scene unfold, its murmur echoing in everyone's ears.
"Ancestor!"
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Countless members of the Medicine Clan cried out in grief, unable to accept the cruel reality that even summoning the remnant souls of their ancestors still couldn't reverse the situation.
Was the Medicine Clan truly destined to follow the fate of the Spirit Clan and the Stone Clan?
As they lost their minds, the Medicine Emperor's remnant soul swept across the battlefield, taking in the entire battlefield. Almost instantly, it made a decision.
"I have long since passed away, leaving only a remnant soul to wander the world. Today, I will use this last bit of my strength to secure a glimmer of hope for you. I hope that after this battle, our Medicine Clan's bloodline... will not be completely extinguished."
"Set the Universe!"
With this resounding cry, the Medicine Emperor formed hand seals, and the giant cauldron before him instantly expanded several times its size. A dazzling light, like a full moon streaking across the sky, enveloped the Void Devouring Flame.
Though merely a remnant soul, the divine might it unleashed was too much for the Void Devouring Flame to withstand.
With a resounding boom, the Void Devouring Flame was engulfed within the cauldron.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Heart-shaking resounds echoed from the massive cauldron. One could imagine the fierce resistance of Void Devouring Flame within the hazy cauldron.
"Refine!"
the Medicine Emperor muttered softly, his hand seals shifting as shadows seemingly emanated from his body, plunging relentlessly into the cauldron.
For a moment, Void Devouring Flame roared furiously within the cauldron, and the Medicine Emperor's remnant soul grew increasingly transparent.
"Ah! Damn old ghost, you're hoping to perish with me with just a wisp of your soul? Wishful thinking! Today, only you will vanish!!"
The furious roar resounded through the air, the pain mingling with it palpable to everyone. It was clear that Void Devouring Flame must have suffered greatly under the Medicine Emperor's desperate counterattack.
The Medicine Emperor's expression returned to composure, his weathered eyes scanning the tribesmen below. He had long since fallen, so why would he care about Void Devouring Flame's scolding?
As if feeling something, countless members of the Medicine Clan's eyes flushed and they wept bitterly.
"Ancestor!"
"Ancestor!"
Amidst the mournful cries, the Medicine Emperor's form completely dissipated.
Simultaneously, Chen Guan, his eyes tightly shut on the high platform, suddenly trembled. His already immense and powerful soul force surged wildly, charging towards the unreachable chasm.
"My friend, please," a time-worn whisper echoed in his mind.
Chen Guan nodded earnestly in response.
"I'll do my best!"
"Alas..."
With a long, mournful sigh, the Medicine Emperor vanished from the world.
Beside Chen Guan, Elder Shennong stared with wide eyes, his face filled with disbelief.
He was at the Celestial Realm of Great Perfection, and could sense that Chen Guan's soul was also at this level. But at this moment, he was horrified to realize that the young man's spiritual power was rapidly increasing at a rate he couldn't fathom. The fluctuations in his soul had already surpassed the limits of the Celestial Realm of Great Perfection, as if entering a mysterious and unfathomable realm. As he carefully sensed it, a sudden palpitation of fear arose in his heart.
"He's striving for the Emperor… the Emperor Realm of Soul?!"
Above the Celestial Realm is the Emperor Realm.
This was common knowledge among high-level alchemists.
Elder Shennong guessed Chen Guan's state, but he was completely baffled as to where this breakthrough opportunity had come from.
He had been stuck at the Celestial Realm of Great Perfection for over a hundred years, with no hope of breaking through.
"Ancestor…"
The cries of the Medicine Clan reached his ears, and Elder Shennong was stunned.
After living for so many years, until today, he finally understood the true meaning of the word "bloodline.
" Perhaps, this was the meaning of clan!
(End of Chapter)