At the very heart of System #30, the Central Alchemy Sun burned like a colossal sea of raging violet-gold fire.
Orbiting just five hundred thousand miles above the star’s roaring surface were two massive obsidian platforms connected by a bridge of star-jade. Around the arena floated ten thousand luxury viewing barges packed with sect elders, noble merchants, and three hundred senior alchemists of the Nine-Sun Alchemy Alliance, while giant sky-arrays broadcast every second of the Sacred Star-Pill Duel live to over two hundred billion spectators across the entire sector!
In fact, the duel had already been going on for seven full days.
On the left platform—the Sacred Nine-Sun Altar—Supreme Grandmaster Dan Yang (Rank 8 Mid) looked as if he had aged another five hundred years.
For seven days and seven nights without a wink of sleep, Grandmaster Dan Yang had been dancing around his thirty-foot Nine-Dragon Crimson Furnace, waving his dragon-spine staff, biting the tip of his tongue to spit blood-seals onto the furnace lid, and chanting ancient, tongue-twisting Fire-God Mantras until his voice was hoarse as a crow’s.
To fuel the furnace, his disciples had slaughtered a hundred rare Rank 7 Vermilion-Feather Fire-Birds and burned ten thousand crates of priceless spirit-wood charcoal—money that had been squeezed out of the local herb-serfs over the past century.
