Seven gourds floated before him, each wrapped with a carved nine-headed serpent. They were not real snakes—only ancient sculptures—but the eerie aura they emitted carried the breath of primordial chaos. The medicinal power sealed within surged like a tidal sea, so intense that one felt as if the gourds contained not pills, but entire mountains of medicine.
"That's the Nine-Nether Serpent," Yan said at once, his voice trembling with excitement. "Legends say this beast guarded divine elixirs for the ancient immortals. With its image carved on these gourds, the pills inside must be extraordinary—on par with Nirvana Pills at the very least. Quickly, open them! Who knows… there might even be something as precious as a Life-Creating Pellet inside."
Recognizing the serpent, Yan immediately understood just how valuable the seven gourds were. He could barely restrain his eagerness.
"But be careful," he added quickly. "The Nine-Nether Serpent can release a petrifying toxin. If a person is touched by it, they turn instantly into stone. Absolutely terrifying."
Fang Han, too, was astonished. What kind of pill produces such fearsome medicinal qi? Without hesitation, he flicked his hand and sent a surge of power toward the seven gourds, opening them one by one.
The moment his energy touched them, the sculpted serpents came alive, each of the nine heads spewing out streams of gray venom. Fang Han intentionally allowed a trace to land on his skin. At once, the flesh began turning to stone—hard, cold, lifeless.
"So the Petrifying Great Venom really is this fierce! Even with half an undying body, I'm still affected…"
He gave a soft exclamation, then shook once. The stone-turned areas burst apart into clouds of blood mist, then reformed into healthy flesh.
He had spent only a bit of energy.
Having tested the venom, Fang Han pointed, wrapping the serpents in five-colored divine light, sealing them. Then he projected his consciousness into the opened gourds.
He immediately saw the pills.
Each gourd held one single pill. Each was the size of a clenched fist, ringed with flickering flames of light. These flames weren't true fire but condensed medicinal essence—yet the essence had taken form, coalescing into something like a shimmering gateway.
"The medicinal power actually condensed into true shapes!"
Fang Han was genuinely shocked. His recent study of the Heavenly Dragon Manual had deepened his understanding of crafting pills and artifacts. And from that knowledge, he knew:
When the qi of a pill could take on physical form, the pill was already halfway to becoming an immortal pill.
Immortal pills were said to manifest a true form of their medicinal qi—sometimes resembling a fully formed divine avatar. Such pills were so powerful that ordinary cultivators couldn't even subdue them.
These seven pills were not true immortal pills… but they were infinitely close.
And each pill was a different color—black, white, red, green, cyan, blue, violet—seven hues forming a complete set. Yet each emitted the same "gateway" of condensed medicinal light.
"The Seven-Life Mystic Gate Pills!" Yan's voice shook with reverence. Clearly, this was no ordinary pill.
"What are they? The Heavenly Dragon Manual didn't mention them." Fang Han asked.
"The manual mostly covers pills for dragonkind," Yan replied. "But the Seven-Life Mystic Gate Pills… these are a legendary set. It's said that at the peak of the tenth realm of divine arts—Reversing Heaven's Fate—if someone consumes this entire set, the seven gates of life within them will fully awaken: the Heaven Gate, Qi Gate, Blood Gate, Essence Gate, Bone Gate, Aperture Gate, and Life Gate. When all seven open, one can directly shatter the void, sense the gate of the Immortal World, and step into the Longevity Realm.
"If the Nirvana Pill gives a one-percent chance of breaking through… then this set grants a fifty-percent chance."
Fang Han was stunned.
A fifty-percent chance? To step directly into the realm of the eternal overlords?
"Why would the seven Divine Kings split them up instead of keeping such treasures together?" he wondered aloud.
"Probably to maintain balance among themselves. But there's trouble ahead—behind those seven kings stands the Heaven-Hating Divine Emperor. A being at the level of a Divine Emperor could crush us like dust."
"That won't matter once we reach Linglong Blessed Land," Fang Han replied. "Before Linglong Immortal Venerable, even a Divine Emperor is nothing. As long as I can reach Divine Arts Tenth Realm soon… then with these pills, I may attempt the breakthrough myself."
He stored the seven gourds away, then gathered the countless magic tools swirling around him.
The harvest was enormous.
After half a day of sorting, he counted:
7,000 lower-grade treasures3,000 middle-grade treasures1,000 upper-grade treasures64 supreme-grade treasures
The Divine Kings' storage spaces held no spirit artifacts—only treasures. Not even Divine Emperors casually gave out dao-artifacts.
The manuals they carried were merely miscellaneous divine-ability techniques seized from minor sects during their travels.
As for pills: aside from tens of billions of Black God Pills to feed his demon army, only these Seven-Life Mystic Gate Pills were truly valuable.
"This haul is immense—we've gathered wealth worth hundreds of billions in pills!" Yan laughed wildly. "Once we reach Linglong Blessed Land, we'll be the richest guests there!"
Fang Han couldn't help smiling as well. With this much wealth, he no longer had to worry about appearing insignificant in a major sect.
"Let's go. Full speed."
He stepped out of the Yellow Springs Diagram, shrank it, absorbed it back into his body, and shot forward.
His speed had reached an unimaginable realm.
After forming a ninety-ability Golden Core, he could now fly at the speed of sound times a thousand with ease. If he pushed himself, he could even surpass two thousand times—the power of his half-undying body.
Absorbing the Divine Kings' life essence and True God seeds, his spirit sea expanded, his body transformed, and the oceans beneath him fed him continuously with pure energy.
He became like a streak of black lightning—silent, sharp, splitting islands in half as he passed. Even with such speed, he produced no shockwaves; his Great Devouring Technique consumed all traces.
If he fully achieved an undying body, he would be able to cut open space itself.
Even a Longevity-Realm sovereign would have to take him seriously.
"My Golden Core is at its limit… the Wind-Fire Tribulation is coming."
Deep within his core, a scorching presence was brewing. He sensed the dry tension of an impending internal inferno—the infamous Wind-Fire Tribulation, the most terrifying ordeal for those at Divine Arts Realm.
But once passed, the Golden Core would transform into a Nascent Embryo—prelude to forming the true Spirit Avatar.
"Linglong Blessed Land… we've arrived."
Ahead, countless immortal mountains rose into view, like a mirage materializing into reality.