"Basalt?"
Sikong Chan couldn't care about her exhaustion anymore. She opened her eyes directly and looked at the turtle shell in Han Feng's hand.
This plain little turtle shell, no matter how you looked at it, didn't seem like something left by Basalt, right?
As one of the four spirit beasts famous in ancient times, Basalt was an existence of the same rank as the Vermilion Bird.
Han Feng nodded.
"This was indeed left by Basalt. There are some characters and patterns recorded on the turtle shell. I don't know what they mean. Do you know, Your Majesty?"
Sikong Chan focused her attention on the characters on the turtle shell. She frowned in thought.
"It looks a bit like ancient totems. The Divine Emissary Vermilion Bird also left similar characters."
"I need time to decipher them."
Han Feng handed the turtle shell directly to the Empress.
"Then I'll leave it to you, Your Majesty."
Holding the pitch-black turtle shell in her hand, the gloom in Sikong Chan's heart inexplicably lessened a little.
This was left by Basalt, and he just gave it to her like this.
"King of the South, stay in the palace for now. I'll take you to the treasury tomorrow."
Sikong Chan said.
Han Feng nodded, found a place at random, sat cross-legged, and began to cultivate.
Sikong Chan returned to her bed, but she had no intention of sleeping at this time.
Looking at her beautiful face in the bronze mirror in front of the bed, she sighed softly.
"Is it necessary to make things so difficult for yourself?"
Early the next morning, the Empress took Han Feng into the Imperial Treasury.
The Nanli Empire had a profound foundation, and the treasures stored were countless times more than the Falling Star Pavilion.
This was the benefit of a state machine.
In terms of resources, it was much more ample than rogue cultivators.
From among the many magical beast blood essences, Han Feng selected a mass of blood essence from a Nine Serene Deep Ground Python at the late stage of the eighth tier.
According to the Empress's description, this was a demon python that once wreaked havoc in the north and even breached the northern defense line. Before the late emperor ascended the throne, he personally led an expedition and beheaded this python to boost morale.
"Then I'll choose this one."
The Nine Serene Deep Ground Python was one of the current three major magical beast families, alongside the Heavenly Demon Phoenix and the Ancient Void Dragon.
Although compared to the first two, the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python's bloodline was thin due to excessive reproduction, it was still a famous magical beast, much stronger than other species.
Moreover, this Nine Serene Deep Ground Python had already cultivated to the late stage of the eighth tier, equivalent to a human expert above the seven-star Dou Venerate level, which was enough to show the richness of its bloodline power.
Sikong Chan packed the blood essence and handed it to Han Feng.
"You are certainly not polite."
Blood essence of a late-stage eighth-tier magical beast was also a very precious thing in the royal treasury.
Han Feng took the blood essence and chuckled. "Since Your Majesty is willing to help me, I can't let Your Majesty down either."
He took out a pill formula from his storage ring.
"This is the formula for the Nine Revolutions Saint Pill. I am willing to refine this pill for Your Majesty."
"Nine Revolutions Saint Pill?"
Sikong Chan took the formula, her eyes surprised.
This was an eighth-grade high-level pill, which could help nine-star Dou Venerate experts quickly compress their Dou Qi and enter the ranks of the Nine Revolutions to become a Saint.
"Can you refine this pill?"
Sikong Chan looked at Han Feng, remembering his majestic soul power last night.
Han Feng nodded.
An eighth-grade high-level pill would attract at least a seven-colored Pill Lightning.
It might have been difficult before, but now that he had advanced to the late stage of the Spirit Realm, refining an eighth-grade high-level pill would be as easy as turning over his hand.
Sikong Chan memorized the contents of the formula and ordered people to prepare the medicinal ingredients.
"Aren't you afraid that I will advance to Half-Saint before you, King of the South?"
Han Feng laughed frankly. "If Your Majesty can advance to Half-Saint soon, I will be very happy."
Sikong Chan turned her back to hide the slight curve of her lips.
"Wait here. I will go decipher the characters left by Basalt now."
Han Feng nodded. Before long, someone brought the medicinal ingredients for the Nine Revolutions Saint Pill, a full twelve portions.
"King of the South, currently the reserves in the palace are only these. Do you think it's enough?"
"Enough."
Han Feng looked at the high-level spirit herbs spread out in front of him, lamenting that the Empress was truly wealthy.
He walked into the alchemy room, set up the surrounding protective formations, and then began to refine the Nine Revolutions Saint Pill.
This was the first time he had refined such a high-level pill in this life. Han Feng took a deep breath and took out the Myriad Beasts Cauldron.
The Myriad Beasts Cauldron landed with a melodious sound, faintly resembling the cry of a beast.
Whoosh!
A crimson flame burned in Han Feng's hand, and countless beast cries sounded from the flame, echoing with the patterns on the Myriad Beasts Cauldron.
Myriad Beast Spirit Flame!
The leaping flames threw themselves into the cauldron like fierce beasts. In an instant, the patterns on the Myriad Beasts Cauldron began to brighten, and a profound aura slowly spread.
The special effect of the Myriad Beasts Cauldron, "Myriad Beast Rhythm," was brought to the extreme under the action of the Myriad Beast Spirit Flame.
Han Feng used his soul power to lift an eighth-tier monster core containing violent energy and throw it into the cauldron.
Boom!
The eighth-tier monster core vibrated violently as soon as it met the flame.
The surging energy was transmitted to the Myriad Beasts Cauldron, causing the cauldron body to emit rapid vibrations.
Han Feng quickly changed his hand seal, and the Myriad Beast Spirit Flame transformed into a beast shape, swallowing the monster core in one gulp.
"Myriad Beast Rhythm" took effect at this time. The patterns on the Myriad Beasts Cauldron flickered constantly, suppressing the residual magical beast will in the monster core.
Under the double suppression, the eighth-tier monster core soon stopped causing trouble and was quietly refined.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Behind Han Feng, three other Heavenly Flames ignited simultaneously. He divided his soul power and began to refine various medicinal ingredients.
Throughout the process, Han Feng was fully focused and firing on all cylinders.
Thanks to the Brahma Heart control under the Profound Meaning form of the Fallen Heart Flame, Han Feng could easily multitask, greatly improving the efficiency of alchemy.
Two quarters of an hour later, Han Feng had completed the tempering of all the medicinal ingredients.
Compared to the normal refining of an eighth-grade pill, the time was shortened several times at least.
Han Feng slowly moved the essence of the medicinal liquid in front of him, waiting for the refinement of the monster core in the Myriad Beasts Cauldron.
There were two difficulties in refining an eighth-tier monster core. One was the residual magical beast will inside, which could easily cause the cauldron to explode if one was not careful.
This problem had been easily overcome by the Myriad Beast Spirit Flame plus the Myriad Beasts Cauldron.
The second difficulty was that the energy of the eighth-tier monster core was thick, and the refining time would be very long.
This was why refining an eighth-grade pill often took days or even months.
Han Feng pinched the Flame Mantra seal with one hand, and the other three Heavenly Flames flew into the cauldron and merged with the Myriad Beast Spirit Flame.
Red, blue, green, colorless.
After mixing together, the power of the flame skyrocketed instantly.
The eighth-tier monster core melted quickly, completing the final tempering.
Han Feng immediately put the essence of the medicinal liquid into the cauldron one by one in order, melting each one into the monster core essence.
When all the medicinal ingredients were melted, an embryonic pill was born in the center of the medicine cauldron.
Han Feng put his hands together, and his soul power surged into the cauldron, starting the final pill condensation.
In the sky, thunderclouds gathered at this time, and bolts of lightning struck.
One color, two colors, three colors.
Three colors of Pill Lightning were born in the early stage of pill condensation.
Outside the Imperial City, in the Wenren family, several alchemists stood up abruptly, came to the open-air platform, and looked up at the sky above the palace.
"This is... an eighth-grade pill!"
"Already three-colored Pill Lightning!"
"Could it be that the empire has gained another eighth-grade alchemist?"
Just as the few people were discussing, the thunderclouds in the sky changed again.
Four colors, five colors, six colors!
Six different colors of lightning struck in sequence.
The group of alchemists were completely stunned.
Six-colored Pill Lightning!
This... even in the Central Plains, alchemists who could refine pills of this quality were very few, right?
Which mighty figure has descended on the empire to refine a pill with six-colored Pill Lightning?
In the royal ancestral land, Sikong Chan was in a secret room piled with books, looking up at the sky outside the window.
"It seems I have to hurry up."
Sikong Chan withdrew her gaze and focused her attention on the manuscript in front of her.
She had already deciphered more than half of the content on the turtle shell.
At the beginning of the manuscript, five large characters were clearly written: "Basalt Heavenly Ancestor Sutra."
The six-colored thunderclouds above the palace had already attracted the attention of everyone in the city.
The birth of a phenomenon naturally attracted much attention.
Some ministers were worried.
The power of heaven and earth accumulated in this six-colored thundercloud had exceeded the scope of what they could defend against.
Now that the Empress had not come forward, what should be done if the palace was hit by this lightning?
Several generals came to the roofs of their respective houses together, Dou Qi faintly accumulating on their bodies.
They were on standby at any time. Once the lightning broke through the defensive formation of the Imperial City, they would be the next line of defense.
However, at this moment, the thunderclouds changed again.
Rumble!
Seven colors.
Seeing the appearance of the seventh color of lightning, the generals' eyelids twitched slightly.
Before they could be surprised, another thunderclap sounded.
Eight colors...
The generals felt a chill down their spines.
Lightning of this level, people would die, right?
Rumble!
When the ninth color of lightning struck, the Imperial City was dead silent.
Whether it was the alchemists or the military officers preparing for defense, they all fell into silence.
Looking at the nine bolts of lightning crisscrossing in the sky, an aura of world destruction slowly spread to the entire city.
If this kind of lightning struck down, the entire Zhuque City would be turned to ashes, right?
The crowd who were originally watching the show were now trembling with fear.
Flee?
Can they escape?
In the secret room, the Empress finished translating the last word, then quickly put the manuscript into her storage ring and flew out of the house.
She was also somewhat frightened at this time.
How did Han Feng refine an eighth-grade pill with nine-colored Pill Lightning?
He is too capable, isn't he?
Fortunately, she was now a nine-star Dou Venerate. With all her strength, she could still block the nine-colored Pill Lightning.
In the alchemy room, Han Feng took a deep breath.
Almost there.
It's time to form the pill.
Han Feng clenched his big hand violently, and the Nine Revolutions Saint Pill was completely formed. At the same time, the nine-colored Pill Lightning accumulated in the sky also began to sound the horn of attack.
Han Feng leaped lightly to the roof of the alchemy room, looking at the raging lightning in the sky without changing his expression.
He took out several Sky Demon Puppets from his storage ring, all of Earth Rank quality.
Taking this opportunity, he could make them true Sky Demon Puppets.
Rumble!
The nine-colored Pill Lightning struck down. Han Feng released his soul power outside his body, condensing a giant figure.
"Green Lotus Protection!"
Buzz!
The Green Lotus Core Flame expanded rapidly, turning into a green lotus flower, protecting Han Feng.
At the Wenren family, Wenren Xuan, who was watching, suddenly clenched his fist.
Green Lotus Core Flame, it's Brother Han!
No, it's the King of the South!
Has he already reached the level of refining nine-colored Pill Lightning?
Boom!
The first bolt of lightning fell, and the Green Lotus Core Flame blocked it perfectly.
The scattered power of lightning was quickly absorbed by several Sky Demon Puppets, and the energy level in the puppets rose visibly.
"Again!"
A smile appeared on the corner of Han Feng's mouth. This alchemy might not only refine a perfect Nine Revolutions Saint Pill but also create several Dou Venerate-level puppets!
After the first bolt of lightning, Han Feng had a few seconds of preparation time. He quickly summoned the Innate Primordial Magnetism, extended it into the shape of a spearhead, and stood it in the center of the Green Lotus Core Flame.
The metal-attribute spiritual object was used by Han Feng as a lightning rod at this moment.
The second bolt of lightning fell, accurately hitting the Innate Primordial Magnetism. The power of lightning was perfectly conducted, and through several lotus leaves, it was all sent to the Sky Demon Puppets.
For the third bolt, Han Feng used the Sea Heart Flame as a buffer layer to offset the kinetic energy of the lightning falling, avoiding damage to the palace under his feet.
One after another, Han Feng constructed the most suitable mode to resist and conduct the Pill Lightning.
By the last ninth bolt, he had no pressure anymore.
Boom!
As the last bolt of lightning fell, the seven Sky Demon Puppets beside Han Feng turned completely golden.
The energy of the nine-colored Pill Lightning, dispersed to the seven puppets, was weakened a lot, but it was still enough for them to advance.
In the sky, the accumulated thunderclouds slowly dissipated, and the people of the whole city finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately, they began to be curious about who that huge soul figure was.
Not only could he refine pills with nine-colored Pill Lightning, but he could also block nine bolts of lightning.
Alchemy skills and strength coexist!
When did the empire have such a talent?
At the Wenren family, Wenren Xuan had long recognized Han Feng's identity.
He watched the birth and dissipation of the entire Pill Lightning, with endless emotion in his heart.
Back then, Han Feng was just a Dou Ancestor-level cultivator, and the gap between him and himself was not that huge.
But in just a few years, he had reached a height that was beyond his reach.
"As expected of Brother Han!"
Wenren Xuan sighed deeply.
Looking back now, being able to cooperate with Han Feng back then was truly the honor of his life.
After the commotion subsided, Han Feng put away his various means, and the seven Sky Demon Puppets that had become Dou Venerate-level also flew back into his hands.
In the Nanli Empire, the Sky Demon Puppet was a forbidden technique, so it was better not to show it, as it could easily cause bad influence.
Returning to the alchemy room, a small golden deer was bumping around in the Myriad Beasts Cauldron, making banging sounds.
Han Feng raised his hand and captured it.
Eighth-grade pills already possessed strong spirituality. For this level of nine-colored Pill Lightning, they could even condense into the form of living beings.
Han Feng's soul power surged towards the small golden deer and tapped it lightly. The small deer stopped moving, lay quietly on the spot, and turned back into a golden, plump pill.
"Nine Revolutions Saint Pill."
Han Feng placed the pill in his palm and examined it up and down.
Not bad, not bad. It didn't waste my efforts.
With this pill, the Empress should be able to condense the nine revolutions faster and step towards the Saint realm.
In his previous life, he also used this pill to quickly pass the nine revolutions stage in a few years.
Sikong Chan flew over at this time.
"Amazing, you actually solved the Pill Lightning by yourself."
Han Feng smiled lightly and handed the pill to the Empress.
"If an alchemist can't even solve the Pill Lightning himself, it means his skills are not up to par."
Sikong Chan took the pill and looked at it carefully.
"Thank you."
She put away the pill and took out the translated manuscript.
"Take a look."