Starting With 100 Million Lives

Tian Lin Daoist Venerable and Fan Lei Daoist Venerable were stunned.

This person actually dared to point at King Shi’s nose and scold him as a grandson.

And King Shi had no choice but to endure it.

What kind of situation is this?

Hidden Emperor?

What level is that?

Originally, they didn’t think much of Jiang Cheng, but now they seem to have understood.

This guy’s background is truly beyond imagination.

Even their gaze towards Yue Zhi and Bai Yan changed slightly.

At least they didn’t dare consider them as low-level Immortal Officials who could be easily bullied.

Brother Cheng didn’t expect that with such a simple gesture, he would harvest another wave of Reputation Value provided by the audience.

The two followed a specific ritual and entered the eighth entrance of the Immortal Furnace under the watchful eyes of everyone.

After the scene where King Shi was pointed at and scolded, no one dared to ridicule Jiang Cheng anymore.

Even Fan Lei Daoist Venerable from the Divine Thunder Bureau had a serious expression.

He realized Jiang Cheng might not be as easy to deal with as he thought.

It’s not something he could easily trample on.

However, this did not mean they believed Jiang Cheng would win the challenge.

Entering the eighth entrance, Jiang Cheng again encountered a competition space similar to before.

There were still two high platforms and two sets of Pill Furnace and Pill Array.

But this time, opposite him on the high platform, there was someone — Yi Yuan Daoist Venerable.

The two stood face to face.

Between them, a colossal golden hourglass towered like a mountain.

The Heavenly Dao still observed from above, acting as a judge.

The aura of the Pill Origin also pervaded around, almost everywhere.

Outside, Yi Yuan Daoist Venerable seemed confident.

But once he entered here, his expression turned solemn, not even looking at Jiang Cheng.

Instead, he was fixated on the pitch-black sky above.

The test question hadn’t been revealed yet.

If the challenge was an obscure pill he had never seen, his performance would surely suffer.

It was uncertain whether he would be punished by the Heavenly Dao.

The two stepped onto the high platform, and the dark Void began to radiate light, like a rising blazing sun.

The sun’s glow gradually faded, and the silhouette of a pill, shaped like a Treasure Tower, but multicolored and much larger, appeared before them.

Upon seeing this Eighth-grade Imperial Pill, Yi Yuan Daoist Venerable, who had been tense as though awaiting judgment, jumped up.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Eighth-Grade Wind-Thunder Pill, it’s actually this pill, hahahahaha..."

He danced with joy on the high platform, like a person beset by epilepsy.

"Truly the heavens have eyes!"

"What is destiny? This is what being blessed by fortune means!"

The old man was almost singing out loud.

"Wow... The first Eighth-Grade Imperial Alchemist certified by Origin in the Celestial Pill Department is about to appear!"

At this moment, he regretted that there were no other spectators at the scene.

No one to share the complete process of this historic moment being born.

"Hahahaha, Tian Lin old fellow, once this challenge is over, let’s see how you can raise your head before me!"

"I, Yi Yuan, am the Celestial Pill Department’s first Imperial Alchemist!"

His mad performance almost left Brother Cheng speechless.

He realized that this Eighth-Grade Wind-Thunder Pill must be something Yi Yuan Daoist Venerable was skilled at making, so he seemed like he hit a jackpot.

But the problem is, isn’t this celebration too early?

"Hey, don’t get too excited and faint."

Brother Cheng was quite ’kind-hearted’.

"At least calm down, lest your alchemy state becomes unstable."

"Calm down? Unstable state?"

Until he spoke, Yi Yuan Daoist Venerable remembered it was a competition and that there was Jiang Cheng opposite him.

His laughter couldn’t be stopped, but this time it turned into a disdainful sneer.

"What do you take me for? An Eight-grade Imperial Alchemist doesn’t make such a low-level mistake?"

"To be honest, this Eighth-grade Wind-Thunder Pill happens to be exactly what I know!"

Sect Leader Jiang had already guessed it, but he still cooperated, deliberately expressing surprise.

"Wow, that’s really coincidental."

Due to his overly calm tone and expression, Yi Yuan didn’t hear any shock, only perfunctoriness.

This left him quite dissatisfied.

"Do you know when I learned to make this Eighth-Grade Wind-Thunder Pill?"

Brother Cheng shook his head honestly: "I don’t know."

Yi Yuan took a deep breath and slowly said, "150 billion years ago, I successfully refined an Eighth-grade Imperial Pill for the first time, formally becoming an Eight-grade Imperial Alchemist."

"And the pill I refined that time was the Eighth-Grade Wind-Thunder Pill!"

Too excited, his expression bloomed like a rapidly spreading old chrysanthemum.

"Hahahaha, this is truly destiny!"

"There are over 5000 known Eighth-grade Imperial Pills, and I actually know only 47 kinds. Yet this time, one I know appeared!"

"This would be fine, but in 150 billion years, I’ve refined the Eighth-Grade Wind-Thunder Pill the most!"

"This Imperial Pill, I can refine it with my eyes closed..."

This was clearly an exaggeration; even if practiced, there’d still be a failure rate, albeit a high success rate.

"What does having Celestial Fate mean?"

"This is Celestial Fate!"

His lively eyebrows even made Jiang Cheng laugh.

He intentionally teased, "Are you that confident? Not afraid of messing up?"

Yi Yuan scoffed, "You give me a reason to lack confidence?"

"Let me tell you, even if Tian Lin Taiheng or those Imperial Alchemists from the Land of Dao Extinction were standing opposite, they couldn’t beat me!"

He proudly raised his chin, arrogantly almost to the point of being invincible.

"In the domain of the Eighth-Grade Wind-Thunder Pill, I, Yi Yuan, claim second, no one dares claim first!"

"This is my exclusive Imperial Pill!"

"Tell me how I’ll lose?"

"No one can stop me from winning today, nor from becoming the first to receive the Origin Certification as an Eighth-grade Imperial Alchemist!"

Seeing his confident demeanor, Brother Cheng couldn’t help but show an affectionate expression.

Yi Yuan would never know that his opponent was a system, capable of refining his claimed expertise, the Eighth-Grade Wind-Thunder Pill, perfectly.

It was like playing three cards high, he held three kings, gifted by heaven an almost ultimate chance for victory.

But he held three aces...

Where is the Celestial Fate? This is a cursed lone star.

Just then, the two Pill Furnaces lit up simultaneously, marking the official start of the challenge.

At the same time, the golden hourglass in the center started.

A wisp of fine sand slowly floated down, like ash or mist.

Jiang Cheng glanced briefly, seeing that it would take at least a thousand years for the hourglass to empty.

This meant the timeframe for the challenge was approximately a thousand years.

This was the time limit set by the Heavenly Dao and the Pill Origin.

As long as the Eighth-grade Wind-Thunder Pill was refined within a thousand years and faster than the opponent, the Eighth-grade Certification by the Pill Origin could be obtained.