Chapter 2062 - Master3 (1/2)

Dyon smiled without hiding his satisfaction.

With a sweep of his hand, an overwhelming soul presence burst forth. Hundreds of thousands of arrays appeared from thin air, leaving Pjisel in complete awe. Never could he had known that his Master's greatest path was actually his soul.​​

He sighed, watching from his knees on the ground. It was as though it had taken all of his strength to make this decision, and he no longer had any left to stand.

One had to remember he was a beast. They all had pitiful soul talent, how could he live up to his Master's expectations?

There were very few exceptions to this rule. Even with everything Dyon had seen in his lifetime, he had only met two: The Celestial Deer and the Dream Panthers.

Of course, it wasn't impossible. After all, in order to transcend, one's soul had to reach a certain standard. But, it was also important to remember that one didn't have to comprehend comet, moon, planet and soul qi in order for their soul to reach this standard.

Dyon's ask was seemingly far out of reach for him…

To make matters worse, he had to abolish his cultivation as well, a reality that made him sigh. But, he had expected this as well. After all, he was a mere Fourth Order Celestial. This was enough to make the Raven Clan talents weep, but before Dyon, was it worth much at all?

Pjisel tossed these thoughts to the back of his mind. Leader Sacharro, or rather, his Master, wasn't an idiot who didn't understand these things. He had to have his own reasons for believing in him so much.

Instead of thinking so much, he directly watched on in awe and those tens of thousands of geniuses disappeared all once. In the next instant, even the blood and even its scent was gone, leaving no one but Dyon and Pjisel.

In another moment, Dyon's hands waved once more as numerous herbs appeared.

Their forms flashed, only to be instantly enveloped by Dyon's arrays and broken down into beautiful motes of light.

They shimmered under Dyon's control, spiraling together as qi surged.

In just a few seconds, a beautiful pill appeared, shining with a glimmering l.u.s.ter.

Pjisel could hardly believe what he just saw. Pill concocting without cauldron? Using formations in alchemy? Completing a pill in just a few seconds?

Suddenly, heavenly chimes rung in the skies above. The pill was awashed with light… once over… twice… thrice… not until the ninth bathing of light did it finally come to a close.

”O… One with Self pill… Ninth layer of the Perfect-Grade?”

Pjisel rubbed his eyes, staring intently at the nine halos hovering above the pill. Top-Grade pills were already between 90-100% purity. But Perfect-Grade pills were a level above, being strengthened over their original effect.