Chapter Eighty-Three: Refining the Golden Elixir

  At this moment, Yang Yi's entire body strength was rapidly increasing, nine drops of essence blood quickly split, immediately splitting into eighteen drops. The huge golden elixir in the center of the eighteen drops of essence blood seemed to have come alive, countless golden blood merging into the newly born essence blood.

  The golden elixir of the Hundred Wars Heaven was like an inexhaustible source of blood, and the eighteen drops of essence that had just been born immediately turned as black as ink, with power rapidly increasing.

  Moreover, this is not all, the golden elixir of Baizhan Tian has not shown any signs of stopping, and it continues to decompose, with the entire golden elixir already reduced by a circle. The power provided to Yang Yi's bloodline is unknown how terrifying it is, and the foundation is unknown how solid it is. Who else can have a golden elixir as pure as this? And who else can directly swallow the golden elixir to cultivate?

  As soon as Yang Yi's nine drops of pure blood reached their peak, a whirlpool appeared in his heart. These whirlpools began to condense into a drop of pure blood, meaning that as long as the Golden Elixir was not exhausted, Yang Yi's body relied on the pure blood of the Golden Elixir to condense pure blood at all times.

  "Humming"

  The heart is beating violently, and the vortex is still increasing.

  One, two, three...... ten!

  A full ten whirlpools, which means at least ten more drops of essence must be added.

  Yang Yi was shocked by this process, and suddenly increased by ten drops. This is simply unimaginable, which is equivalent to a sudden increase of more than five times the power of an ordinary coagulation master, and the most ordinary coagulation master has only eight drops of essence in his body.

  Jīn dān zài jí sù de zhàn dǒu qǐ lái, tā jiù hǎo sì yī gè xuě tuán yì bān, zài xùn sù de róng huà, yī quān yòu yī quān, nà shí gè xuán wō xùn sù de tíng zhǐ, ér hòu yòu měng liè de tiào dòng qǐ lái, suí jí biàn níng jù chéng le yī dī diǎo de jīng xiě, zài jīn dàn de jīn sè jīng xiě xià, xùn sù de zēng qiáng zhe lì liàng, cóng hóng zhuǎn hēi.

  Yang Yi instantly increased by ten drops of essence blood, now there are twenty-eight drops of essence blood, but this is not over yet.

  The golden elixir of the Hundred Wars Heaven was so powerful that even after shrinking to half its original size, it continued to release golden essence blood, and in Yang Yi's heart, countless whirlpools were set off.

  "Humming"

  Rising, rising again, rapidly rising, the pure blood in Yang Yitian's body was like sitting on a rocket, rapidly soaring. The feeling was exhilarating and unparalleled.

  With the support of the boundless and unparalleled power of the Golden Elixir within, Yang's body had its essence blood increase again from twenty-eight drops to thirty drops, thirty-five drops, forty drops, and forty-five drops.

  Forty-five drops of essence blood, when Yang One saw the golden elixir in the center completely melt and disappear, the essence blood in his body finally stabilized at forty-five drops.

  Forty-five drops of essence, what does that mean? Even if it's a higher-level genius, in the case of a formidable genius like Ouyang Xin, even if he followed the usual procedure, the fifth-order coagulation would only yield sixteen drops, and the sixth-order coagulation would be no more than thirty-two drops. Ordinary sixth-order coagulation would only yield sixteen drops of essence. Compared to Yang Yi's forty-five drops of essence, it's really a case of a small sorcerer meeting a great one.

  Yang Yi couldn't even imagine how powerful his current strength was. Moreover, each drop of essence blood represented a hundred years of life, and forty-five drops of essence blood represented four thousand five hundred years. This was terrifying because no matter who it was, in the realm of coagulated blood, it was impossible to surpass a lifespan of ten thousand years. This was the rule of heaven and earth, and it could not be crossed. Therefore, Yang Yi had already lived for four thousand five hundred years at the fifth level of coagulated blood, which was simply unimaginable.

  So every time Yang Yi uses the Blood Refining Technique, he is extremely cautious. One use is equivalent to losing a hundred years of his life span, which is an extravagant waste. Fortunately, if he can re-cultivate the refined blood in the future, he can replenish it; otherwise, Yang Yi would not dare to be so wasteful.

  But now it's different, Yang Yi has forty-five drops of essence blood, and his lifespan is far beyond that of a cultivator of the same rank, reaching a terrifying state.

  "My power is stronger than ever before, and I'm going to see if I can break through the Nine Palace Illusion that has been impossible to surpass until now."

  Yang Yi's only Xianpin Wujiquan, Jiugong Huanying, has now been cultivated to 224 phantasms. However, these four phantasms merely serve to confuse and do not embody the overbearing and terrifying aspects of a Xianpin Wujiquan.

  Yang Yi had now broken through to the fifth level of Blood Coagulation and it was time for him to attempt cultivating the Nine Palaces Illusion once again.

  The incantation of Jiugong Huanjing was already deeply ingrained in Yang Yi's mind, and he began to quietly comprehend it.

  "Whoosh whoosh whoosh"

  By Yang Yi's side, four shadowy figures suddenly appeared, each one lifelike and vivid, very mysterious, as if it was hard to tell that these four were just shadows.

  Also don't know how long had passed, Yang Yi suddenly opened his eyes, a gleam of essence blood flashing in them, and he growled: "Jiugong Huanjing, go!"

  The four Phantom Beasts transformed again, turning into nine this time. Indeed, they were the real nine, and they looked even more realistic, completely indistinguishable from real people.

  "A fleeting glimpse!"

  Yang's heart moved slightly, and the nine phantoms also transformed into six rays of light, instantly wandering around the room.

  Break

  Yang Yi swung his hand and threw a punch, unleashing a massive force that slammed into the ground. But that was not all - Yang Yi's other eight illusions also charged towards the ground.

  Boom

  The enormous power made Yang Yi feel unbelievable, because he truly felt that, in addition to his true body, the nine phantasms all emitted exactly the same power, completely identical power. In other words, the previous blow was equivalent to nine Yang Yis acting together.

  Nine Yangs joined forces, how powerful is that? Even if it's a master of the Seventh or Eighth Layer of the Void Dan, they would still be blown up by Yang One.

  Yang Yi's eyes showed excitement: "Immortal-grade martial skills, not bad, this is the real immortal-grade martial skills. Only immortal-grade martial skills can be so wonderful, and can actually turn nothing into something, turning one into nine, increasing eight terrifying powers out of thin air."

  Yang Yi could even imagine that if he cultivated the Nine Palaces Phantom to its highest realm, he could create 81 phantoms. That would be truly terrifying, with 81 identical versions of himself covering the sky and earth, unleashing identical powers, making it a situation where humans would kill humans and gods would kill gods.

  "Knock knock knock"

  Yang Yi's door was accompanied by the sound of footsteps, earlier Yang Yi broke through to the fifth stage of Blood Condensation, there were no unusual signs, nor did it seem as earth-shattering as Ouyang Xin's breakthrough. However, he had just cultivated the Nine Palaces Illusion, six terrifying powers struck, and the ground was blasted out of a large pit, shaking the entire courtyard so much that it seemed like the heavens and earth were trembling, how could it not alarm others?

  Liu Qingyun and others first arrived at the gate of Yang Yi's residence. They didn't care about anything else, as they were worried about Yang Yi's safety due to the huge commotion earlier. The noise was not something that could be caused by even a 4th or 5th rank master, let alone a 6th, 7th or 8th rank expert. Only a Golden Dan master, who is the most terrifying, might be able to produce such a sound with a full-force strike.

  The two of them then suddenly pushed open the door and entered, but what they saw in front of them made them stare in shock.