Nine Years Later…
A young man who appeared to be around Twenty years old sat cross-legged before a massive cauldron.
In reality, he was only Seventeen teen.
The years had treated Zephyr Ouroboros exceptionally well.
His handsome features had matured rapidly due to his True Dragon bloodline, giving him the appearance of a young adult despite his actual age.
At this moment, however, his focus was entirely on the task before him.
His eyes remained fixed on the cauldron as he carefully controlled the flames beneath it, maintaining the optimal temperature needed to refine the spiritual ingredients within.
Inside the cauldron, dozens of precious immortal herbs slowly melted.
Their impurities were burned away while their medicinal essences were extracted and purified.
The various essences gradually fused together, beginning to take the shape of the pill he was attempting to create.
In the world of alchemy, the ranks of Alchemists were divided into two major categories.
Mortal Alchemy and Immortal Alchemy.
Both were further separated into nine tiers.
Tier One to Tier Nine Mortal Alchemists.
Tier One to Tier Nine Immortal Alchemists.
And as fate would have it, Zephyr was currently attempting to refine a Tier One Immortal Pill.
If successful, he would officially become an Immortal Alchemist.
An achievement that countless cultivators spent entire lifetimes pursuing.
Yet Zephyr was attempting it at only fourteen years of age.
The feat was enough to shock the entire universe.
In truth, he could have attempted immortal pill refinement much earlier.
However, his mother, Tiamat Ouroboros, was a Tier Nine Immortal Alchemist.
When someone standing at the peak of the profession gave advice, only a fool would ignore it.
Following her guidance, Zephyr had spent the last five years laying an incomparably solid foundation.
He studied countless alchemical texts.
Memorized the properties of millions of ingredients.
Learned every known extraction, fusion, purification, and refinement technique available within the Supreme Realm of Infinity.
Only after mastering the fundamentals had he finally been allowed to attempt Immortal Alchemy.
As a result, Zephyr could confidently say that among all Mortal Alchemists in existence, very few could compare to him in terms of knowledge.
He was undoubtedly one of the most knowledgeable Mortal Pill Emperors alive.
Beneath the cauldron, violet flames danced elegantly.
The flames possessed a mesmerizing beauty.
Yet hidden beneath that beauty was terrifying power.
These were Chaos Flames.
A manifestation of Zephyr’s understanding of the Law of Chaos.
The flames possessed extraordinarily destructive power.
They could reduce mountains, oceans, and even worlds to nothingness.
Yet paradoxically, they also contained incredible nurturing properties.
Chaos was the origin of all things.
Before creation.
Before order.
Before life itself.
Chaos had existed.
As such, both destruction and creation were fundamental aspects of its nature.
Zephyr’s flames reflected that duality perfectly.
Furthermore, he had inherited the Chaotic Body from his mother.
A supreme physique designed specifically for Body Cultivation.
Its abilities were absurd.
Simply put, Zephyr was naturally immune to any energy-based or law-based attack originating from a cultivator one major realm above his own.
In practical terms, this meant that while he remained within the Immortal Emperor Realm, the law attacks and energy techniques of Empyrean cultivators could not harm him.
Only direct physical attacks remained effective.
The sheer absurdity of such an ability was difficult to comprehend.
Yet compared to his mother, he was still lacking.
Far lacking.
Tiamat’s mastery of the Chaotic Body had reached a terrifying level.
As a Peak Empyrean, she could withstand attacks from Divine Immortals.
Even when facing beings a realm above her, the overwhelming defensive power of her physique rendered many of their attacks ineffective.
Though she could not defeat even the weakest Divine Immortals in direct combat, they likewise found it nearly impossible to kill her.
Energy attacks failed.
Law attacks failed.
Even physical attacks struggled to leave meaningful injuries upon her body.
It was one of the reasons why the title of Chaos-Karma Dragon inspired such fear throughout the universe.
And it was also one of the many reasons Zephyr considered his mother absolutely terrifying.
Not that he would ever say that aloud.
He enjoyed her warmth and Comfort.
As the nurturing process continued, the violet Chaos Flames danced around the cauldron with exquisite precision.
Every movement of the flames was controlled perfectly by Zephyr’s spiritual sense.
Inside the cauldron, the purified medicinal essences had already completed their fusion and were approaching the final stage of pill refinement.
The air itself trembled with spiritual energy.
Zephyr’s expression remained calm and focused.
His hands moved rapidly, forming one intricate hand seal after another.
At the same time, he chanted ancient alchemical incantations that stabilized the pill’s formation.
The process continued for several more minutes.
Then— The flames suddenly split apart.
A brilliant radiance burst from the cauldron.
The room was illuminated by a dazzling light as a fragrant medicinal aroma spread throughout the chamber.
Within the center of the cauldron floated a single pill.
Its surface was smooth and flawless, resembling a tiny celestial pearl.
Ten distinct pill marks could be seen etched upon its surface.
A satisfied smile appeared on Zephyr’s face.
The pill had reached Perfect Grade.
In the world of alchemy, pills were divided into four primary grades.
Low Grade.
Mid Grade.
High Grade.
And Perfect Grade.
The grade was determined by the number of pill marks formed during refinement.
One to three marks signified a Low-Grade Pill.
Four to six marks signified a Mid-Grade Pill.
Seven to nine marks signified a High-Grade Pill.
Ten marks represented the pinnacle of ordinary pill refinement—a Perfect-Grade Pill.
However, there existed a higher category.
A pill that developed its own spirituality during refinement would transcend the Perfect Grade and become a Spirit-Grade Pill.
Such pills were exceedingly rare and treasured throughout the universe.
For a first attempt at refining an Immortal Pill, a Perfect Grade was already an astonishing achievement.
“Success!” Zephyr couldn’t help but exclaim.
His eyes shone with satisfaction.
Using his spiritual energy, he carefully lifted the pill from the cauldron and examined it closely.
A smile gradually spread across his face.
At this moment, he could officially call himself a Tier One Immortal Alchemist.
Six years of effort had finally borne fruit.
Countless days spent buried beneath mountains of books.
Thousands upon thousands of alchemical texts studied and memorized.
The names of herbs.
Their properties.
Their growth cycles.
Their nurturing methods.
Their medicinal compatibilities.
Pill formulas.
Refinement theories.
Extraction techniques.
Fusion principles.
He had learned them all.
And after mastering the theoretical foundations came the truly painful part.
Practice.
Years of practical training under the personal guidance of Tiamat Ouroboros.
A Tier Nine Immortal Alchemist.
One of the greatest alchemists in existence.
Her standards were so absurdly high that Zephyr sometimes suspected she was trying to train a future Alchemy God rather than an ordinary cultivator.
Still, he couldn’t deny the results.
The foundation he had built was unimaginably solid.
In truth, Zephyr had wanted to study many other cultivation arts as well.
Artifact Forging.
Inscription Arts.
Talisman Crafting.
Divination.
Array Formations.
Beast Taming.
And countless others.
Each fascinated him.
After all, what self-respecting cultivation protagonist wouldn’t want to master every profession under the heavens?
Unfortunately, time was limited.
Even with his monstrous talent, there were only so many hours in a day.
Thus, he had chosen to focus on Alchemy first.
After all, when the greatest teacher in the universe was literally his mother, not taking advantage of that would have been a crime.
A crime against common sense.
And possibly a crime against Heaven itself.
After storing the newly refined pill, Zephyr finally stood and stretched.
The tension that had accumulated during the refinement process gradually left his body.
He then exited the Alchemy Chamber.
As soon as the doors opened, he was greeted by a familiar figure.
Someone who had faithfully served by his side throughout the past six years.
Someone who had diligently attended to his every need while he immersed himself in cultivation and alchemy.
Waiting patiently outside the chamber was Yvette.
As always.
Ready to serve her prince.
….
Upto Chapter 25.