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"Bang bang …"

As it neared the end, an ear-piercing explosion resounded through the silent and repressed Skyfire Realm.

An error occurred while a tier 8 apothecary was forging the Inscription, causing the medicinal energy within the pill to leak out and the flame to go out of control. At the end of the day, he failed.

Seeing eight mysterious pill patterns appear on the surface of the Bodhi ancient pill refined by the Holy Son Huo Ling, many people in the pavilion let out cries of shock.

"This Fire Spirit Holy Son is truly worthy of being called a rare alchemy genius in the Sacred Flame Valley for a thousand years. For him to be able to refine an eight-traced Ancient Dao Pill at such a young age, his potential is unimaginable!"

"That's right, this Holy Son is just too terrifying. If he is given some time, he will definitely become a Saint Pill Refiner, and even the youngest Saint Pill Refiner in the central world!"

"Right, have you heard about the bet between Feng Chen and the Holy Son Huo Ling?" Suddenly, someone from the pavilion asked.

"Of course I've heard of it. Although Feng Chen's performance yesterday was astonishing enough, I feel that there is still quite a gap between him and the Holy Son Huo Ling. Knocking your head in apology is unavoidable!"

After witnessing the Fire Spirit Holy Son concoct the Eight Lines Ancient Dao Pill through the light wall, the spectators in the pavilion were all shocked by the Fire Spirit Holy Son's superior pill refining skills. Almost no one thought well of Ye Chenfeng.

Even the Marquis of Heaven's Gazing, Mu Qinghuo, was a little worried for Ye Chenfeng, worried that he would be distracted by the Fire Spirit Holy Son's pill formation and fail at the last moment.

Just as the Fire Spirit held the Eight Stripes Bodhi Ancient Dao Pill and looked at Ye Zichen with a flaunting gaze, streams of flames were released from the Phoenix Burning True Furnace that swirled around the phoenix shadow.

Yu Yan let out a delicate shout and her hands quickly twisted, forming a series of mysterious hand seals. She then heavily hit the sides of the furnace that was boiling hot.

In the next moment, the Bodhi Ancient Dao Pill that contained a scorching heat shot out the Phoenix Burning True Furnace, releasing a gentle white light as it floated in the air.

"Eight lines! She actually managed to concoct an Eight Lines Ancient Dao Pill!"

The Holy Son of Fire's eyebrows shot up as he looked at the Bodhi Ancient Dao Pill hovering above Jiao Yanyan's head, actually reaching the eighth level of quality. A look of incredulity appeared on his face.

He was well aware of how difficult it was to concoct the Eight Stripes Ancient Dao Pill. If he hadn't looked at Yao Yan's tens of thousands of years of alchemy experience, allowing his alchemy skills to be reborn and his horizons to widen, he would never have been able to concoct the Eight Stripes Ancient Dao Pill.

"Is it really possible for him to refine the Ancient Dao Golden Elixir?"

Thinking of that, the Fire Spirit Holy Son's gaze couldn't help but drift towards the stone platform beside him. His face revealed a hint of paleness as he looked at Ye Chenfeng.

The Holy Son of the Fire Spirit saw Ye Zichen, who was struggling a bit, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile. He then relaxed.

He felt that even if Ye Chenfeng refined the Ancient Dao Golden Elixir at the very last moment, it would still be impossible for him to refine anything above the quality of the five lines. Although the Ancient Bodhi Spiritual Pill was inferior to the Ancient Dao Golden Elixir, he was still able to surpass it in terms of the pill's quality and thus obtain the final victory.

Judging from Ye Chenfeng's strenuous appearance, there was a high chance that he would fail at the very last moment. Perhaps, he would no longer be able to refine the Golden Ancient Dao Pill within a set amount of time.

After the Holy Son Huo Ling and Jiao Yu Yan, many Grade Nine Alchemists had also completed their Alchemy. However, even more of them failed at the very last moment.

Time passed second by second. As the fire sand in the funnel ran out, Ye Zichen's hands, which were covered with a large amount of ancient pill patterns, imprinted onto the Vermillion Bird Cauldron.

Following that, an ear-piercing bird cry rang out as the lifelike image of a Vermillion Bird broke out of the scalding Vermillion Bird Cauldron. On the Vermillion Bird's sharp beak was a dazzling golden Ancient Dao Pill that radiated great Dao energy.

Just when the Fire Spirit Holy Son widened his eyes and wanted to see the quality of the Ancient Dao Golden Elixir that Ye Chenfeng had refined, Ye Chenfeng quickly put away the Ancient Dao Elixir that was in the Vermillion Bird's mouth. He then sat down cross-legged beside the stone platform and silently recuperated his soul energy.

"Damn, this kid is really lucky to have managed to refine the Golden Ancient Dao Pill at the very last moment."

The Holy Son cursed silently in his heart. Although he did not see clearly what the quality of the Ancient Dao Golden Elixir Ye Chenfeng had refined was, from Ye Chenfeng's cautious attitude, he felt that the quality of the Ancient Dao Golden Elixir Ye Chenfeng had refined was not that high.

Otherwise, Ye Zichen would have flaunted himself a long time ago.

Not long after Ye Zichen refined the Ancient Dao Golden Elixir, the last grain of fire and sand flowed out of the funnel. The three-day semifinals had ended, and the restrictions surrounding the stone platforms disappeared.

"Feng Chen, I didn't expect your dog shit luck to be so strong. Even I'm a bit envious. I wonder how many lines of Ancient Dao Golden Elixir you've refined?" The Holy Son of Fire Spirit looked at Ye Chenfeng, who was holding the Ancient Dao Golden Elixir with a slightly pale face, and revealed a mocking expression.

"What's a fire spirit? You think you have the victory now? " Ye Chenfeng swept a cold glance at the Fire Spirit Holy Son, then said in a neutral tone.

"Of course. I will be the first one to refine the 'Eight-Striped Bodhi Ancient Dao Pill'. Who do you think will be able to defeat me in the semifinals?" The Fire Spirit Holy Son said with a proud expression.

Although his arrogant words had angered quite a few Grade Nine Alchemy Masters, the Eight Tattoos Bodhi Ancient Dao Pill that he concocted was truly something no one could compare with. All the alchemists dared to be angry but did not dare to speak up.

The Holy Son Huo Ling's smile became even wider after seeing the sullen expression on everyone's faces. He continued to provoke, "Enough Feng Chen, stop hiding your strength. Let us all see, how many lines you have managed to refine the Golden Ancient Dao Pill with your own strength. It can't be just a sliver, can it?"

"Sigh, a frog at the bottom of a well is a frog at the bottom of a well. Refining an eight-striped Bodhi Ancient Dao Pill and you think you are invincible? How laughable!" Ye Zichen shook his head, then smiled, revealing a hint of ridicule, "I really don't want to tell you that I refined a Nine-Striped Ancient Dao Gold Pill."

"What …"

The Holy Son of Fire was not the only one stunned. All the alchemists, including Jiao Yuyan, were all stunned as they watched Ye Zichen grip the aurous core of the Ancient Dao that had nine mysterious patterns on it.

Everyone's gaze was attracted by the Nine-Striped Golden Dan, which seemed to possess a demonic attribute, on Ye Chenfeng's fingertip, and they were unable to extricate themselves.