Chapter 94: Ancients Truly Did Not Deceive Me

Chapter 94: The Ancients Truly Didn't Deceive Me

Silver flames flickered, continuously surging from underground, emitting a gentle radiance. A spiritual energy undulated, and sacred light continuously poured into the medicinal cauldron.

The entire stone chamber was filled with flowing white light, resembling a faint mist swirling around, creating a hazy, ethereal atmosphere, like an immortal's dwelling, rich with spiritual energy.

This "fire malevolence" was extraordinary. Besides possessing the appropriate temperature, its most crucial function was to provide unique spiritual energy, dissolving medicinal herbs, condensing life essence, and refining spiritual pills.

The silver flames danced, and the bronze medicinal cauldron was enveloped in milky-white spiritual energy, appearing as if it had come alive. Even the patterns on its surface seemed to awaken.

Elder Han sat quietly to the side, eyes closed, guarding the cauldron. His withered body showed no signs of life.

Inside the sealed medicinal cauldron, Ye Fan felt only intense pain. His limbs were pierced, his chest was punctured, and blood flowed from five severe wounds, leaving him feeling incredibly weak. However, as Elder Han had said, his life was not in immediate danger. His body was submerged in the emerald-green medicinal paste, and after being nourished, the bleeding from his wounds had gradually stopped.

Just then, the cauldron grew hotter and hotter. Numerous bubbles appeared in the medicinal paste, and the temperature continued to rise. The paste reached Ye Fan's chin. He wanted to struggle, but his body was sealed by Elder Han, making it impossible to move.

"This way of dying is too suffocating, I really can't accept it...""Gulp, gulp."

Ye Fan began gulping down the medicinal paste. Only his mouth could move; if he could move his hands, he would immediately grab the Nine-Leaf Phoenix Grass, shimmering with red light, from nearby and swallow it.

Due to excessive blood loss, Ye Fan's consciousness blurred. Biting his lip, he murmured, "I can't die!"

He had lost a tremendous amount of blood; anyone else would have died long ago. Although the bleeding from his wounds had stopped under the paste's nourishment, he still felt overwhelmed and drifted into a semi-conscious state.

"I can't completely lose consciousness... or I'll die..." Ye Fan mumbled drowsily, half-awake and half-dreaming, struggling to hold on.

In this dazed state, many familiar people and scenes surfaced in his mind: his grey-haired parents calling him home, his cousin, who was marrying due to pregnancy, reminding him to attend the wedding, his eighteen-year-old cousin smiling and asking for a gift after getting into her dream university, and his friends scolding him for disappearing for so long...

All his relatives and friends from his hometown appeared in Ye Fan's mind. Many were shouting loudly, reaching out to him, trying to pull him closer. He kept running forward but could never reach them.

Then, people and events from this world also appeared in his mind one by one: Pang Bo, engulfed in demonic energy, struggling fiercely; little Tingting's tearful, blurry eyes in the Jiang family; Elder Han's sinister sneer...

Even Li Xiaoman's figure flashed by, from distant glances across the sea, to forgetting each other, and finally to cold indifference, telling him that immortals and mortals belonged to two different worlds, and he shouldn't harbor unrealistic fantasies but simply live as a mortal.

"I can't die... I want to go home... so many relatives and friends are waiting for me..." Ye Fan's consciousness blurred, and he mumbled like he was dreaming.

Elder Han, by the medicinal cauldron, opened his eyes and said, "Slowly savor the taste of death."

At that moment, more spiritual energy overflowed from the fire malevolence beneath the cauldron. The sacred silver flames pulsed and gradually enveloped the bronze medicinal cauldron.

Inside the cauldron, countless bubbles appeared in the greenish-blue paste, surrounding Ye Fan. Streaks of silver light circulated, which was the unique spiritual energy of the fire malevolence.

Just as Ye Fan was about to lose consciousness, a trickling stream appeared in his mind. Hundreds of ancient characters slowly flowed past, stabilizing his mind and gradually reviving him.

Ye Fan gradually sobered up, startled. The last time the Jiang family knights severely wounded him and he fell into a coma, it was the ancient scripture that awoke him. This time, it was the same.

Now, the temperature inside the cauldron was increasing rapidly, and the greenish-blue paste was about to boil. Ye Fan had no other option but to silently recite the ancient scripture and endure with gritted teeth.

At that moment, he felt a peculiar change. Streaks of silver light surged into his body, vigorously moving through his flesh and blood.

This was the spiritual energy contained within the fire malevolence, capable of dissolving medicinal herbs, condensing life essence, and refining spiritual pills. At this moment, it treated Ye Fan entirely as a spiritual medicine. After surging into his sealed body, it moved constantly, causing his suppressed life essence to become active. Elder Han's sealing power was slowly loosening.

Finally, Ye Fan was both surprised and delighted; he found that he could move and had broken free from his restraints! Elder Han would never have imagined that the unique spiritual power of the fire malevolence would break through his seal.

At this very moment, the paste inside the cauldron was boiling, and Ye Fan felt excruciating pain as if his skin was tearing. He quickly activated the profound techniques recorded in the Dao Scripture. A large amount of vital energy overflowed from his Sea of Suffering, flowing to his limbs and bones. His body surface shimmered with specks of light, blocking the boiling medicinal paste.

Ye Fan remained still, sitting quietly, continuously circulating the profound techniques of the Dao Scripture, gathering the vast amount of life essence from the medicinal cauldron for his own use to heal his injuries.

Half an hour later, Ye Fan opened his eyes, and two beams of cold light instantly shot forth from the cauldron. He reached out and grabbed the lotus seed produced by the Black Jade Divine Lotus.

The lotus seed was enormous, shaped like a pigeon's egg, and entirely crystalline, as if carved from black jade. It shimmered with brilliant, hazy light, illuminating Ye Fan's palm brightly.

Such a rare spiritual medicine could not be dissolved in a short time; otherwise, Elder Han would not have said it needed to be refined for seven days and seven nights.

Ye Fan put the lotus seed into his mouth, slowly chewing and swallowing it. His mouth seemed to be filled with countless shattered divine jades, radiating powerful vital energy. It was as if he held a divine object, dazzling with brilliant light.

Beside the bronze medicinal cauldron, Elder Han seemed to hear a faint sound. He sat motionless, a ruthless sneer on his lips, and said, "Can't hold on anymore? Immersed in the essence of life, even if the temperature rises, and your skin tears and flesh splits from torture, you won't die anytime soon."

Elder Han showed no pity or sympathy. He closed his eyes, once again becoming silent and withered.

Inside the bronze medicinal cauldron, Ye Fan remained expressionless. Vital energy surged between his teeth, and a dark light flickered as the lotus seed was chewed into pieces and swallowed. Then, he closed his eyes and began silently circulating the profound techniques recorded in the Dao Scripture. His body instantly shimmered with a crystalline luster.

A full hour passed. Suddenly, Ye Fan's Sea of Suffering burst into golden light. All his lost vital energy and blood recovered, and his essence surged. At the same time, the golden Sea of Suffering churned, about to unleash a tsunami, signaling a terrifying phenomenon!

With great willpower, Ye Fan suppressed the expansion of his Sea of Suffering. Simultaneously, he deliberately made faint sounds, hoping to attract Elder Han's attention and make him open the cauldron lid, so he could unleash the Golden Tome for a thunderous strike.

"What's that sound? Like waves are surging?" Elder Han opened his eyes, showing a strange expression, and murmured to himself, "Extraordinary spiritual pills manifest unusual phenomena before they are ready. Could it be that this batch of pills I'm refining will not only succeed but also be of the highest quality?"

Ye Fan clenched his teeth, desperately wishing Elder Han would open the cauldron lid. But hearing such words, he had no choice but to withdraw some of his power again, allowing the faint sound of surging waves to emanate from the bronze cauldron.

"It really is the sound of waves..." Elder Han showed a hint of excitement and said, "This phenomenon has appeared when predecessors refined pills. It is said that when the sound is at its loudest, it's deafening, like truly facing a turbulent sea. Could it be that I am about to refine a peerless, excellent pill?"

"Damn you!" Ye Fan wanted to curse loudly. Elder Han had no intention of opening the cauldron lid, so he couldn't execute his fatal strike.

"Rumble..."

At that moment, Ye Fan made the commotion even louder. Waves of a tsunami surged, his entire body glowed with golden light, and his Sea of Suffering slowly expanded.

"The ancients truly didn't deceive me!" Beside the bronze medicinal cauldron, Elder Han repeatedly exclaimed, "In all my life refining pills, I've truly encountered such a phenomenon. This must be a batch of exceptional pills."

Ye Fan could no longer hold on. Unable to suppress the violent vital energy within his Sea of Suffering, at that moment, the golden Sea of Suffering erupted with furious waves, and a terrifying tsunami fully unleashed.

In an instant, divine light blazed, countless astonishing waves surged, and terrifying tides roared, deafeningly loud!

It was as if thousands of troops and horses were galloping, or countless meteorites were shattering the earth.

Amidst the terrible tsunami, there was also booming thunder, and lightning tore through the sky, intertwining above the golden Sea of Suffering, creating a terrifying display.

At this moment, Ye Fan was extremely tense, the Golden Tome flickering, ready to be unleashed at any moment to strike down his opponent!

However, Elder Han was already beside himself with excitement. He exclaimed, "The ancients truly didn't deceive me... The legend is actually true!"

He stood up and paced around the bronze medicinal cauldron, almost dancing with joy.

"There's the sound of a tsunami, and the sound of thunder, exactly as described in ancient texts. Legend has it, these are the omens that appear before a supreme treasure pill is refined!"

Ye Fan didn't know whether to be angry or laugh. He had meticulously prepared for a decisive, fatal strike, but Elder Han refused to open the cauldron lid, even finding such self-convincing reasons.

"Damn you!" Ye Fan cursed under his breath, then calmed his mind and began to focus intently on expanding his golden Sea of Suffering.

"The ancients truly didn't deceive me..." Elder Han continued to dance excitedly.