Then Moyang took out the Cauldron of Fortune, inverted it abruptly, and swept the flesh and blood into it.
With a wave of his hand, he executed alchemy incantations to channel all his strength and brought his palm down with a heavy strike. The Cauldron of Fortune vibrated violently, emanating wave after wave of terrifying fluctuations, accompanied by several roars from within.
However, everything settled down very quickly—it seemed to take only the time it takes to brew a cup of tea before the Cauldron of Fortune grew still.
Moyang raised his hand and gave it a jolt, and a pill, red all over, flew out from the Cauldron of Fortune...
The crowd was deeply shaken. Many cultivators stared at the blood-red pill, their eyes popping out of their sockets. This was condensed from the essence of a Saint Emperor Realm powerhouse; if consumed, its efficacy would be extraordinary.
Yet simply no one dared to step forward. Even though many of them noticed at that moment that Moyang seemed injured—there was a wound on his chest, as if pierced by a sharp sword—still no one dared to make a move.
"He's truly a lunatic, procuring materials right on the spot and refining a powerful enemy into medicine..."
"This isn't the first time he's done something like this. If that pill can be acquired, I'm afraid it could allow a Saint King's cultivation to break through a realm directly!" A cultivator stared intently at Moyang's palm with burning eyes.
"Brother, the pill is good, but I advise you n…
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