The Strongest War God C.1191 - : Nine-Essence Supreme-Grade, Shocking the World

Chapter 1191: Nine-Essence Supreme-Grade, Shocking the World

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Throughout the entirety of Small Divine City, the city lord held an unquestionable position.

For an outsider to decline the city lord’s invitation was a perilous move.

It was tantamount to inviting one’s own demise.

However, the one declining the invitation was none other than a descendant of a god.

The mere identity of a god’s descendant spoke volumes.

No one dared to voice discontent.

It was plain and simple – the descendants of gods were inherently prideful.

It wasn’t surprising for them to dismiss the city lord of a distant city.

Braydon Neal resided deeply within Zinno Hotel, where no one dared to disturb him.

Nevertheless, it was a restless night in Small Divine City.

The appearance of the descendant of the gods in the Small Divine City stirred excitement among countless aborigines who had never laid eyes on such beings.

In Zinno Hotel’s guest room, Braydon stood before the pill cauldron, employing various techniques for the third purification of the spirit liquid.

However, all attempts ended in failure.

Creating a new purification method for the spirit liquid was no easy feat.

Moreover, Braydon aimed for a third purification, aspiring to surpass the quality of the superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill.

Beside him, Cor Demeksa offered no better suggestions.

Devising a new purification method proved to be an immensely challenging task.

Braydon, maintaining his composure, displayed no signs of impatience.

He persisted in using novel methods to purify the spirit liquid, sacrificing thirty portions of medicinal herbs until dawn.

Signs of fatigue surfaced on Braydon’s brow.

Cor tried to advise him, “Your Highness, crafting a new purification method takes time. There’s no need to rush the pill refining process. Your well-being is more important.”

“Let me try again.”

Braydon brought out another set of medicinal herbs, utilizing the basic purification method to extract seventeen types of spirit liquids.

Then came the cyclone purification method.

After two rounds of purification, the spirit liquid had reached the point where a superior-grade Blood Clotting Pill could be refined.

Braydon raised his hand, initiating the third purification.

This time, he controlled only an orb of spirit liquid.

He infused his mental power into threads, manipulating the green essence.

Instantaneously, the orb transformed into threads.

Initially as fine as hair strands, as Braydon’s mental power extended, they split into a thousand strands.

Each strand of mental power was so delicate it was almost imperceptible, measuring only about one percent of a hair strand in thickness.

The naked eye could scarcely detect this trace of spiritual energy.

Every strand adhered to the essence of the spirit liquid.

Cor was astounded, his eyes reflecting disbelief.

He exclaimed in awe, “Your mental power has transformed into threads. How intricate. Your Highness is indeed a descendant of a god. Even a quasi-emperor would be humbled by this technique.”

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What stunned Cor even more was Braydon’s ability to multitask.

He divided his thoughts into a thousand strands to control the spirit liquid.

For other aborigine martial artists, splitting their attention so finely was a challenge; attempting to do so forcibly would lead to mental collapse, rendering them feeble-minded.

Certain abilities could be cultivated after birth, and the ability to multitask could be used in different aspects.

However, natural talent played a crucial role.

Some geniuses were born with the innate ability to multitask, transcending the capabilities of ordinary individuals.

Born to multitask, they stood far above the rest.

This was the distinction in talent.

At that moment, Braydon seemed to have discovered a new purification method.

Threads of spirit liquid enveloped the entire pill cauldron, resembling cotton candy as they intricately interwove with one another.

Within the spiritual liquid, faint impurities were present—tiny imperfections eluding detection by mental power.

Yet, these impurities were now expelled, confirming the efficacy of Braydon’s newly crafted purification method, developed overnight.

Cor’s eyes widened in awe.

He had witnessed the birth of a pill-refining genius, someone who, within a few days, had devised two methods to purify spirit liquid—a talent previously unseen by Cor.

Under his watchful gaze, Braydon conducted the third purification of the spirit liquid.

The result was an exceptionally pure essence.

The original vibrant green hue had noticeably faded, leaving the spirit liquid with a light green shade.

“What a pure spirit herb essence. I wonder about its level of purity,” Cor exclaimed.

Braydon remained silent, sealing the essence of the spiritual liquid.

In the next second, he brought out other essences.

The remaining sixteen orbs of spirit liquid essence were all purified by Braydon, each reaching the perfect level—a flawless state.

The high purity seemed to affirm the alchemist’s theory that spirit liquid could be purified to 100%.

The quality was unmatched, promising the ability to refine heaven-defying spirit pills.

Even Cor was excited, anticipating the spirit pill that would be refined from this supremely purified liquid.

The spirit liquid’s extreme purification was evident during the fusion.

Even a layman like Cor observed that the fusion of the spirit liquids proceeded without obstruction, occurring at an exceptionally fast pace.

Every orb of spirit liquid had been purified to the extreme, facilitating an unusually smooth fusion.

This discovery marked a new development.

Braydon, in control of the pill cauldron, observed the viscous liquid inside.

It seemed to be solidifying, emitting a layer of dense light.

However, the volume of this orb of spirit liquid was noticeably smaller, resembling a slightly larger quail egg.

Raising his hand, Braydon divided it into ten small pills.

Under the intensified flames, the ten small pills formed a pill shell, signaling the near-successful conclusion of the pill refinement.

Cor waited with hope in his eyes, eager to witness the outcome of Braydon’s efforts.

Braydon, controlling the pill cauldron, gradually lowered the temperature of the spiritual fire just before the pill was about to succeed.

The flames disappeared, and the pill cauldron opened.

Ten scalding spirit pills flew out and landed in Braydon’s palm.

Observing the pills, wrapped in a pill shell, resembling superior-grade Blood Clotting Pills, he smiled and handled them with a playful gesture.

Without hesitation, he opened the pill shell, turning it to ashes, revealing a faint circle of dense light.

Cor was shocked. “A supreme-grade spirit pill!” he exclaimed.

“A seven-essence supreme-grade spirit pill!” Cor exclaimed.

Braydon looked at Cor, prompting Cor to explain, “Supreme-grade spirit pills are extremely rare. No one in the entire Small Divine City can refine such legendary spirit pills. Crafting such spirit pills is the lifelong pursuit of all spirit alchemists in the ruins.

“A supreme-grade spirit pill that surpasses superior-grade will form a dense halo, like the Buddha light behind the head of an ancient Buddha. Each halo is a collection of essence. There are nine collections of essence in supreme-grade spirit pills. No one in the five Ruins World can make a nine-essence spirit pill!” he said.