206: Rongling Pill, done!

The students and instructors who smelled the pill's fragrance all felt their spirits lift, and an indescribable comfort and tranquility spread from the depths of their souls.

A sixth-grade pill, the Soul Fusion Pill, was complete!

The Fire Elder, with quick eyes and hands, took out a warm jade pill bottle, and with a sweep of his Dou Qi, he placed the purple-gold pill, which contained immense soul power, into the bottle and quickly sealed it.

After doing all this, he stumbled a step, as if relieved of a heavy burden, his face pale, clearly indicating a huge expenditure of energy.

"Teacher!"

Mo Yuhan immediately stepped forward, supported the Fire Elder, and handed him a bottle of pills for nourishing the soul.

The Fire Elder waved his hand, indicating he was fine, but his gaze fell on the Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python on Mo Yuhan's wrist, which had its snake head raised and its purple eyes fixed on the pill bottle, and a flicker of understanding and solemnity flashed in his eyes.

He solemnly handed the pill bottle to Mo Yuhan: "Yu Han, this pill is of great importance; you must... use it properly."

He did not ask for whom the pill was refined, nor did he inquire about the origin of the Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python; he only gave his disciple the deepest trust.

"Thank you, Teacher!"

Mo Yuhan bowed deeply, a warm current flowing through his heart.

He took the pill bottle, and the warm jade bottle felt as heavy as a thousand catties in his hand.

"Go," the Fire Elder waved his hand wearily, "Go do what you need to do. Remember, no matter when, I, and Canaan Academy, will always be your backing."

Mo Yuhan said no more, bowing solemnly again.

With a flick of his wrist, the Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python transformed into a streak of light, eagerly Binding itself around the warm jade pill bottle.

Mo Yuhan's figure moved, and he disappeared into the secret pill room.

He found a secluded valley and set up an isolation barrier.

Mo Yuhan took out the Soul Fusion Pill.

The moment the pill left the bottle, a brilliant purple-gold light burst forth, and the rich soul fluctuations caused the surrounding space to ripple slightly.

The Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python detached from Mo Yuhan's wrist, hovered in the air, and sucked fiercely at the Soul Fusion Pill.

Whoosh!

The purple-gold pill transformed into a streak of light and instantly disappeared into the mouth of the Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python.

Boom!

An unimaginable surge of immense energy mixed with vast soul power suddenly erupted from the small snake's body.

The seven-colored light instantly intensified, illuminating the entire valley like a dreamlike wonderland.

At the center of the seven-colored light, a peerless, enchantingly beautiful, and perfect figure slowly condensed and solidified within the endless brilliance.

Queen Medusa, her true form reappeared!

This time, her aura was even more profound and vast, like the boundless starry sky, and the pressure of a Dou Zong expert swept out like a tangible tsunami, carrying a sense of completeness and power originating from the depths of her soul.

The soul of the Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python had been completely and perfectly fused by this sixth-grade Soul Fusion Pill! There was no longer any stagnation.

As the light dissipated, Queen Medusa stood barefoot in the void, her luxurious purple brocade robe outlining breathtaking curves.

She slowly opened her eyes, and within her purple-jewel-like pupils, a seven-colored light flashed and then settled into an even deeper, more majestic purple.

She felt the immense power surging within her body like a great river, flowing smoothly and perfectly, and the unprecedented clarity and strength in the depths of her soul. Her red lips slightly parted, emitting a satisfied and cool sigh.

Her gaze fell on Mo Yuhan, who was quietly watching her below.

This young man not only helped her obtain the pill formula and find an Alchemist, but also personally witnessed her complete this crucial transformation.

Looking at him now, a very unfamiliar emotion arose in Queen Medusa's heart—no longer purely an object of utilization and transaction, but with a hint of... an indescribable closeness and recognition.

Perhaps it was also due to the integration of the Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python's personality.

"Mo Yuhan..."

She spoke, her voice still cool, but with less of the previous aloofness and command, and a hint of almost imperceptible softness, "This Queen has seen your promise, and this Queen's word is gold. Now, it is time for me to fulfill it."

Mo Yuhan looked at the complete and peerless Queen of the Snake-People Tribe before him, and a cold arc curved at the corner of his lips: "I await your command, Your Majesty. Our target: Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji!"

He stretched out his hand, and spatial power surged silently, tearing open a deep, dark spatial rift before him, its edges glowing with silver light.

From the other side of the rift, an energy aura distinctly different from that of the Dou Qi Continent faintly emanated.

A hint of surprise flashed in Queen Medusa's purple eyes.

Tearing space for such a long-distance, cross-plane teleportation?

This was something even ordinary Dou Zong could not do.

This Mo Yuhan, the secrets he held were even deeper than she had imagined!

She did not hesitate, her figure flashed, and she and Mo Yuhan disappeared together into the deep spatial rift.

The space healed, and the valley returned to tranquility, as if no one had ever been there.

Douluo Continent, Spirit City, deep within the Supreme Pontiff Palace.

The atmosphere was as oppressive as the dead calm before a storm.

Beneath the giant Angel God statue, Qian Daoliu sat on the main seat, his hair and beard all white, his face seemingly calm, but his eyes were like an ancient well, containing an indescribablevicissitudes of life and heaviness.

A terrifying, faint aura emanated from him, like a dormant volcano that, though not erupting, was enough to suffocate anyone who approached.

This was the ninety-ninth level Limit Douluo, Angel Douluo Qian Daoliu!

Below him, Qian Xunji stood with his hands at his sides. This once spirited Supreme Pontiff now had a pale face, and deep in his eyes, there was an undisguised panic and a trace of imperceptible resentment.

He was reporting on Spirit Hall's recent misfortunes and the subtle pressure from the two Empires and the Upper Three Sects, his voice hoarse.

...Father, my subordinates have sent news that Bibi Dong, that bitch, is not dead.

Instead, she is secretly colluding with her old subordinates. Gui Mei, Yue Guan, and others are all restless, and various branch halls have repeatedly shown outward obedience but inward defiance. If it weren't for your presence, Father, I'm afraid..."

Qian Xunji's voice carried a hint of lingering fear.

"Enough!"

Qian Daoliu suddenly interrupted him, his voice not loud, but it struck Qian Xunji's heart like a heavy hammer, making him tremble.

Qian Daoliu slowly opened his eyes, which seemed to have seen through all things in the world, filled with deep exhaustion and disappointment: "If you hadn't been so blinded by lust three years ago, committing such beastly acts, pushing Bibi Dong to a dead end, and pushing Mo Yuhan, a talent of such astonishing caliber, to the opposite side, how would my Spirit Hall have come to this?

Why would I need to drag this old body here to clean up your mess?"

Qian Xunji's face instantly turned ashen, his lips trembling: "Father, I..."

Just then.

Boom—!!!

A terrifying pressure, impossible to describe in words, like the Milky Way pouring down from the nine heavens, or an ancient beast awakening, descended without warning, with extreme brutality, upon the entire Supreme Pontiff Palace.

Crack! Crackle!

The Supreme Pontiff Palace's incredibly sturdy dome and walls, inscribed with countless defensive Soul Power arrays, instantly became covered in spiderweb-like cracks under this pure, vast, and destructive pressure, as if they were fragile glass.