311: The alarm of the alchemy master

The pure Spiritual Qi of vegetation from the Danxia Ancient Realm seemed to still linger around his nose, but the place where Dan Chenzi was currently located was the Godfall Di Clan in the Eastern Desolate Province.

Di Qingge held her breath and focused, her slender, fair fingers moving like butterflies through flowers as she precisely and swiftly processed the dazzling array of medicinal ingredients on the table.

Several Vermilion Flame Fruits, red as blood, were instantly scorched of their skins by invisible flame power, revealing the fruit pulp essence containing violent fire-attribute energy within. Her seasoned technique and exquisite control over the heat did not seem like those of a young Cultivator only at the Eighth Layer of the Purple Mansion Realm.

Dan Chenzi appeared to be resting with his eyes closed, but in reality, his Divine Thought was like threads of silk, quietly enveloping the entire quiet room and observing every movement of Di Qingge's with minute detail.

"Qingge," Dan Chenzi slowly opened his eyes, his voice calm and carrying the characteristic warmth of an Elder.

"Your processing of the fire poison in the Vermilion Flame Fruits has already captured the essence of 'scorching without burning, extracting the essence.' With your current Realm, being able to exert the fire-control talent of the Myriad Fire Sacred Body to such an extent is truly not easy."

Hearing this, Di Qingge's movements paused slightly. She looked up, a hint of joy from being recognized appearing on her clear and beautiful face, though her eyes remained clear and focused.

"Thank you for your guidance, Revered Master. I merely keep your teachings in mind; the core of Ten Thousand Flames Return to the Source lies in the word 'Return.' Stripping away its violent ferocity and retaining its pure Origin is the way to Revered Master it."

She tapped her fingertip lightly, and a wisp of pure red fire-attribute energy was perfectly extracted, merging into the Jade Marrow Spiritual Liquid prepared nearby. As the two blended, far from exploding, they emitted a strange aura of harmony.

"Very good." Dan Chenzi nodded, the look of approval in his eyes growing stronger.

His gaze swept over the other medicinal materials Di Qingge had processed. The core of the Jade Marrow Ganoderma was handled until it was crystal clear, without the slightest damage, its medicinal properties preserved to the extreme.

A rare Mystic Ice Dew Grass was enveloped by spiritual energy in a very short time, locking in its most easily dissipated ice dew essence.

The observations of these past few days were like a steady stream, gathering drop by drop into the heart-lake of Dan Chenzi, this Alchemical Giant of the Pseudo-Emperor Realm.

Initially, he was only amazed by Di Qingge's own excellent talent of Dual Sacred Bodies, especially the natural affinity the Myriad Fire Sacred Body had for Alchemy.

But soon, his attention was involuntarily drawn to this seemingly weak Family itself.

Di Qianjie.

That young man carrying an unadorned longsword on his back.

Dan Chenzi had once caught a glimpse of him from afar, just as he happened to be practicing his sword.

It wasn't any earth-shattering Move, just simple basic sword forms.

However, when Di Qianjie's sword edge sliced through the Void Realm, Dan Chenzi's keen Divine Thought captured an extremely obscure fluctuation that made even his Divine Soul tremble. It was a Sword Intent that seemed capable of swallowing everything and annihilating all sharpness.

That foundation of Sword Intent, restrained to the extreme yet overbearingly peerless, was absolutely not something an ordinary Sword Cultivator could possess.

Di Jintian.

Di Qingge's Elder brother, who carried a steady and restrained sharpness tempered by blood and fire.

Although Dan Chenzi had not intentionally investigated, a wisp of aura Di Jintian inadvertently leaked caused even Dan Chenzi to tremble slightly.

In that aura, the divine light of divinity and the dark gloom of demonism were mixed, yet they strangely reached a higher level of balance, forming a unique and extremely oppressive majesty.

God-Demon Nirvana Body!

This legendary Physique actually existed here?

Moreover, it seemed to have already passed the foundation-laying stage, with unfathomable potential.

Great Elder Di Chengyuan, the Di Clan Grand Elder, and Di Wuxiao, the Di Clan Second Elder, also seemed to possess some kind of powerful Physique!

Besides this, in his conversations with Di Qingge, he also learned that the Family had several other clansmen with special Physiques abroad.

Di Qianjie, Di Jintian, the Nine-Headed Demon Flood Dragon Ao Cang, the Heaven-Burning Vermilion Bird Yan Xi... as well as the unfathomable Clan Chief Di Saint Dragon, and several other prodigies Di Qingge mentioned who were out gaining experience... these names and fragmented pieces of information constantly calculated in Dan Chenzi's heart.

A shocking outline gradually became clear: this Family, situated in a corner of the Eastern Desolate and appearing on the surface to lack even a decent Venerable Realm expert, had core members who were all, without exception, stunningly brilliant individuals possessing shocking legacies or special Physiques!

Plus at least two great demons of the Pseudo-Emperor Realm following them!

How was this a weak Family?

This was clearly a hidden dragon, lurking in the depths, already stirring up the wind and clouds with just its first display of scales and claws!

"Geniuses appearing in succession, crouching tigers and hidden dragons..."

Dan Chenzi murmured in his heart, "Such a foundation, such potential, is definitely no accidental rise; it must have an ancient and glorious source!"

A title sealed deep in his memory, almost annihilated by time, struck Dan Chenzi's mind like a sudden bolt of lightning through the darkness—the Ancient Di Clan!

His body gave an imperceptible slight shudder. His gaze was deep, as if containing the eternal starry river, as it slowly fell upon Di Qingge. That gaze seemed capable of penetrating all appearances to reach the Origin directly.

He did not ask directly, but instead spoke in a tone of sighing with the accumulation of endless years, as if reminiscing about an ancient legend:

"Qingge, I have read through the vast records of the Central Region and visited many lost ruins. I once saw an Incomplete Manual recording that in the distant primeval times, there was a Di-surnamed God Race that controlled time and space, governed all Daos, awed the myriad worlds of the heavens, and was revered by both gods and demons."

"Their clansmen's Bloodline was noble, their talent peerless, and every generation had an outstanding figure who suppressed an era. Their glory spanned the long ancient epochs... Unfortunately, as prosperity reached its peak, it declined. The world underwent great changes, a war between gods and demons broke out, and in the end... they seemed to have been annihilated in the long river of history, leaving only scattered legends, their truth or falsehood hard to distinguish."

He paused, his gaze tightly locked onto Di Qingge's clear eyes. Beneath that peaceful tone lay a heavy, condensing power that had seen through the truth:

"The surname 'Di' is extraordinary, carrying immense Karma and Luck. I observe your Di Clan, with prodigies like clouds and hidden foundations, and even a startling figure like the Clan Chief... such an atmosphere is absolutely not something an ordinary Family can possess. Qingge, your clan..."

"Revered Master... has a Wisdom Eye like a torch."

She paused for a moment, seemingly organizing her words, each word weighing a thousand pounds:

"The Clan Chief once said that the Family... indeed has primeval Origins. What flows in the depths of our Bloodline is precisely... a tiny remnant of that Ancient Di Clan. The ancestors' glory has long since dimmed, and the Bloodline Power is even more thin and difficult to sustain, having gone through ten thousand years of ups and downs, nearly becoming extinct. It wasn't until the Clan Chief... with supreme might, found a sliver of hope in a desperate situation and regrouped the scattered clansmen... that the Godfall Di Clan of today exists."

Her Revered Master, Dan Chenzi, was personally invited by the Clan Chief and was the one who taught her the supreme Alchemy Dao and showed her the kindness of transformation.

More importantly, the Clan Chief did not require them to hide it, so Di Qingge also spoke what she knew.

Dan Chenzi listened quietly, his face as calm as still water, as if he had already expected this answer. But when he received confirmation personally from Di Qingge's mouth, even with a Heart-Nature tempered by billions of years, a towering wave was stirred in the depths of his Sea of Consciousness!

The Ancient Di Clan!

That supreme race from legend that truly once ruled the Saint Realm!

Their Bloodline had actually not been severed and still existed in the world!

Moreover, they were hidden in this Eastern Desolate Province, which was regarded as a barren land!"