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Above the skies, dark clouds rolled and churned.
Wei Yang narrowed his eyes. His usually calm gaze grew a bit more solemn as he stared at the streaks of lightning slithering like silver serpents within the clouds.
Even though he had already stepped into the realm of Dou Zong, he still couldn't help but feel a slight sense of dread before this power of heaven and earth.
This was a primal reverence—life's innate awe toward the forces of nature.
At this moment, the thick layer of storm clouds above had already spread across nearly half a li, and it was still expanding outward.
It was as if the sky itself was about to collapse, causing a heavy, suffocating pressure to weigh on one's heart.
In the distance, two black silhouettes streaked across the sky, rushing rapidly toward Wei Yang.
However, the moment they saw the scene unfolding—especially the gathering storm clouds above—they both halted abruptly, hovering in mid-air.
One of the figures was draped entirely in a loose black robe, standing weightlessly in the air. A faint, bone-chilling cold radiated from him, and his form gave off a sense of eerie weightlessness, as if he could vanish into the wind at any moment.
The other figure was clad in black clothes, his facial features delicate and refined, appearing quite young. Upon closer inspection, it was none other than Xiao Yan, who had just broken free from his seal less than a month ago.
"Mr. Ah Da, what is that?" Xiao Yan asked, eyes wide with shock as he stared at the ominous storm clouds forming in the sky ahead.
"That's Pill Lightning. My lord is attempting to refine a Tier 7 pill this time—it seems... he has succeeded!" Ah Da's cold voice carried a trace of excitement.
"A Tier 7 pill... Brother Wei has already reached that stage?" Xiao Yan couldn't help clicking his tongue in amazement.
"Heh, it's been quite a while since I've seen Pill Lightning myself," Yao Lao's slightly weakened voice rang faintly in Xiao Yan's mind, full of emotion. "Given Brat Wei's soul realm, it's not surprising he managed to reach this point so quickly."
"Pill Lightning, huh..." Xiao Yan took a deep breath. His voice held a tinge of envy, and his eyes were full of longing.
As an alchemist himself, he naturally understood the significance of Pill Lightning.
Ordinary Tier 7 pills were not enough to draw down true Pill Lightning.
Only pills of both exceptionally high grade and quality could disturb the heavens at the moment of their completion and trigger Pill Lightning to descend.
Some Tier 7 pills, though technically of the correct grade, lacked quality; at best, they might stir some faint thunder overhead. Even if lightning did strike, it would be no more than a few half-hearted bolts—more bark than bite.
But now, those clouds ahead, rumbling with thunder and layered densely in the sky, were clearly the real deal—not some casual spectacle.
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"The legendary Pill Lightning... it's said only a Dou Zong expert can withstand it. Will Brother Wei be alright on his own?" Xiao Yan looked toward the figure standing alone atop the cliff, hands behind his back, and couldn't help but voice his concern.
Ah Da frowned slightly and muttered, "I've witnessed Pill Lightning for a Tier 7 pill once before. But back then, the lightning that descended was much weaker than this. Even so, that alchemist still enlisted the help of three experts, each at the level of a Three-Star Dou Zong, just to withstand it."
"This time, the Pill Lightning is clearly much more powerful. Even with my lord's strength... it might be a bit much for him alone."
As he spoke, Ah Da turned to Xiao Yan and said, "If things go south, we'll step in. No matter what, we can at least share the burden."
"Got it," Xiao Yan nodded without hesitation.
A large, hulking figure burst from the distant forest. In just a few strides, it landed swiftly on the cliff behind Wei Yang.
"Ah, so that dumb brute is here too—then things should be fine," Ah Da chuckled with relief.
He'd been wondering where that one-horned idiot had run off to. Turns out he'd snuck over here.
"That's the One-Horned Purple Scale Python, right?" Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows and finally let go of his concern.
With a high-level Dou Zong present, resisting the Pill Lightning shouldn't be a problem.
While Ah Da and Xiao Yan conversed, the thunderclouds overhead thickened further. From a distance, it looked as though they might crash down onto the earth at any moment, exuding an overwhelming, oppressive pressure.
At this moment, Wei Yang stood at the top of the cliff, with the turbulent storm clouds almost directly above his head—true clouds pressing down from the heavens.
Within those clouds, streaks of silver lightning writhed and crackled, releasing piercing snaps of electricity.
Occasionally, some lightning bolts collided with one another inside the clouds, erupting with thunderous booms that echoed through the heavens. The majesty of that divine power made even the bravest feel a chill in their hearts.
Wei Yang stared at the storm clouds that had been brewing for quite a while, a hint of surprise flickering across his face. It's just a single Tier 7 Life Returning Pill—does it really need this big of a spectacle?
Anyone who didn't know better would think it was the birth of a peak Tier 7 pill, or even a Tier 8 Spirit Pill.
Amid the surging clouds, a bolt of lightning as thick as an arm suddenly burst forth. It streaked across the sky, and the blinding radiance of the electric arc lit up the gloomy heavens for an instant.
Wei Yang tilted his head back, the reflection of that silver bolt flickering in his pitch-black eyes.
Those thick clouds, so close it felt like he could reach out and touch them, rolled and roared with thunder that exploded right next to his ears. The shockwaves buzzed and rang in his eardrums.
His gaze was fixed intently on the lightning dancing like silver snakes in the clouds, and as he sensed the immense power contained within, a trace of fervor burned in Wei Yang's eyes.
Countless alchemists, throughout their lifetimes, yearned for one thing above all: to refine a high-tier pill powerful enough to summon Pill Lightning.
That was a supreme honor.
Wei Yang was no different.
This was the shared dream of every true alchemist.
The silver lightning grew increasingly fierce as it clashed within the clouds.
Soon, the entire sky seemed to be suffocating under its weight, like some terrifying disaster was just moments away from erupting.
Then, without warning, the clouds tore open.
A rift appeared—like the heavens had split wide. From within it, a bolt of silver lightning, half a foot thick and over thirty feet long, exploded downward with an earth-shaking roar.
Like a massive silver serpent, it streaked toward one target—the vibrant green pill that was spinning inside the cauldron before Wei Yang.
Wei Yang's pupils contracted slightly at the sight of the lightning descending.
Raising one hand, a small black fire dragon coiled and writhed in his palm.
With a low shout, Wei Yang thrust his palm skyward.
The tiny fire dragon instantly expanded into a massive black flame dragon over thirty meters long. With a thunderous roar, it soared upward to meet the falling bolt of lightning head-on.
The silver lightning came crashing down, imbued with the wrath of the heavens. It collided with the black flame dragon mid-air in a devastating impact.
In an instant, the deafening blast resounded through the world.
The furious lightning exploded, and the black flame dragon burst apart in turn.
Countless sparks of silver lightning and black flames splintered outward, spraying in all directions like a torrential storm.
Many of them landed on the flat surface of the cliff beneath Wei Yang's feet, pounding down like a violent rainstorm.
In moments, the entire clifftop was left looking like it had been ravaged by a disaster.
A furious bellow shook the air.
The One-Horned Purple Scale Python threw its head back and let out a deafening roar, then punched upward with a mighty fist.
The air itself collapsed and twisted under the force, creating ripples that spread out in layers.
The space above his fist compressed to the extreme, forming a concave C-shaped air cannon that blasted straight upward—and exploded.
In an instant, the countless streaks of lightning and scattered black flames were swept away, and the sky above returned to clarity.
To the One-Horned Purple Scale Python, the so-called wrath of the heavens and divine lightning were nothing at all.
There was nothing a punch couldn't solve.
And if one wasn't enough—then two would do.
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