Chapter 1567: Can We Endure This?

Chapter 1567: Chapter 1567: Can We Endure This?

If any Alchemy Master sees this Medicine Cauldron, they will surely exclaim loudly.

Indeed, it is an unparalleled treasure.

The Pill Fragrance transforms into clouds, and the rich aroma of medicine indicates that it must have refined unparalleled Treasure Pills to create such a phenomenon.

Yang Yan has received meticulous guidance from Jian Mingyin and has himself delved deeply into the Alchemy Dao, naturally understanding what this signifies.

Moreover, this Medicine Cauldron was obtained by Yang Yan from Shennong, the very cauldron Shennong used before he became immortal; it is naturally not ordinary.

Yang Yan smelled the Pill Fragrance and immediately realized that this Medicine Cauldron must have refined True Immortal Pills.

With the burning Pill Fire, he could even sense the residual Immortal Elixir on the Medicine Cauldron.

Yang Yan extended his Spiritual Sense to carefully perceive everything about this Medicine Cauldron, and after a long time, he let out a breath.

Yang Yan waved his sleeve, and a large pile of Spiritual Medicine appeared in the air.

He obtained these spoils from his enemies.

And the greatest harvest was from the deceased genius of the Soul Race—Soul Wuyou.

His hands were filled with countless Spiritual Medicines. ℯ

Even the Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Medicine had no fewer than fifty plants.

Yang Yan carefully checked them, slightly furrowing his brow.

His right hand waved repeatedly, and suddenly vast piles of Spiritual Medicine reappeared in the Void.

Yang Yan casually counted them and was satisfied upon nodding his head.

His heart moved, and the Medicine Cauldron suddenly grew large, as if as big as a mountain, exhaling Chaotic Qi.

Waves of intoxicating medicinal fragrance continued to emanate from it.

Yang Yan’s gaze instantly sharpened, and the countless herbs in the Void began to fall towards the Medicine Cauldron under the pull of an invisible force.

Whoosh!

As the chaotic flames flickered, under Yang Yan’s powerful Spiritual Sense, countless herbs were continually tempered.

Either they transformed into powder, or into liquid medicine...

They squeezed against each other and merged, beginning to emit brilliant radiance.

Gradually, each pill slowly took shape and continued to solidify.

One hour later, pills carrying the fragrance of medicine were successfully refined.

Yang Yan gently waved his right hand, and a river of pills fell into jade bottles he had long prepared.

Yang Yan wiped the sweat off his forehead and then continued refining.

...

Thus, an entire month passed under unending exhaustion from refining.

The cultivators who initially joined the battle had long gathered around Silver Moon Academy.

Their eyes were filled with fervent light, eagerly anticipating.

After all, these pills enhance their survival chances!

Even a slight increase in power provides a little more chance of survival in this cosmic catastrophe!

How could they not be moved?!

Yang Yan also successfully refined the last batch of pills at this time.

Throughout this month, Yang Yan tirelessly refined pills, and despite approaching the physical state of a True Immortal, he found himself slightly overwhelmed.

Yang Yan’s face was pale now, with dark circles around his eyes, as he stored the last batch of pills into a jade bottle.

With a flash of his figure, Yang Yan reappeared above Silver Moon Academy.

Yang Yan greeted Fu Xi and others who had arrived long before and then turned to the cultivators below and said solemnly:

"My friends, I, Yang Yan, thank you again, thank you for fighting for me without hesitation when the enemy was close at hand."

"I slew the Post-Immortal Race’s genius Celestial Venerable on the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, but for this, their Grand Elder Sky Burial led their entire race and other forces to wage a genocidal war on Earth."

"For all of this, I, Yang Yan, am sorry to you and more so to the millions of human race comrades who have died."

At this point, Yang Yan’s eyes had already glistened with tears.

He paused, took a deep breath to organize his emotions, and continued: "But! Why did all this start? The Ten Thousand Races treat our human race cultivators’ lives like grass, commanding us, bossing us around."

"Why? It’s because our human race stood at the pinnacle of the Ten Thousand Races in the Ancient Era, and back then, we struck fear into them."

"But now, our glory has faded, and they believe they’ve found an opportunity to trample us underfoot with arrogance. Can we endure this?"

From below came a thunderous shout: "No, we cannot!"

Yang Yan nodded satisfactorily: "That’s right! We cannot, absolutely cannot! The glory of our ancestors must ultimately bloom in our hands."

"Fight, we must fight until the Ten Thousand Races dare not raise their heads, to forge new glory for our human race. If anyone is foolish enough to oppose us, even at the cost of bearing the consequences, I, Yang Yan, will undoubtedly eliminate them, forever removing future threats!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd below was stirred again, each person sharing a common enemy, unleashing fearsome auras.

Yang Yan gently pressed his palm downward, and the tide-like shouting gradually subsided.

He waited for everyone to become quiet before continuing: "But we are still too weak now to confront the Ten Thousand Races’ coalition army. Over the past month, I have refined many pills for you, and I hope you use them well to enhance your strength."

"Additionally, Fu Xi will reopen the Ancient Battlefield, allowing you to train, seek opportunities, and increase your reserves for wiping out the Ten Thousand Races later."

Yang Yan waved his sleeves, and countless jade bottles fell towards the crowd.

The crowd’s faces lit up with joy, opening the jade bottles and consuming pills, immediately entering into cultivation.

Yang Yan’s eyes couldn’t help but reveal a look of gratification.

This square was meticulously crafted, already infused with an abundance of Spiritual Qi, making it a perfect location for cultivation.

As they cultivated here, mutually influencing each other’s power, it was bound to yield twice the result with half the effort.

At this moment, Yang Yan heard Fu Xi’s transmission.

Yang Yan furrowed his brows and quickly turned to relay a message to Blood Slaughter:

"Senior Blood Slaughter, I must go ahead first, please help guard over these cultivators, in case of any mishap."

Blood Slaughter laughed lightly: "Don’t worry, with me here watching, there won’t be any accidents. You can rest assured as you go!"

Yang Yan nodded to Blood Slaughter and others, then his figure flickered and instantly vanished above Silver Moon Academy.

This time, Yang Yan followed Fu Xi’s direction and arrived directly at their secluded cultivation site.

Fu Xi had already prepared fine wine, waiting for Yang Yan’s arrival.

Yang Yan landed his figure without hesitation and sat unrestricted opposite Fu Xi and Shennong, eagerly asking: "What matter do you two seniors call this young one here to discuss?"

Fu Xi poured a cup of fine wine for Yang Yan through the air and then, smiling broadly, said to him: "No rush in discussing matters, first taste my ten-thousand-year-old wine."

Yang Yan didn’t hesitate, raised the cup, and poured the wine into his stomach, shouting: "Good wine, truly this wine only exists in heaven, rarely tasting it on earth!"

Exclaiming once, Yang Yan smacked his lips and cheekily said: "Senior, I drank too fast and didn’t savor the taste! Could you pour me another cup? Or... I could pour it myself!"