Divine Emperor of Death

Did they demand resources from him now that he had pushed the Alstreim Family into new heights? No. If anything, they were incredibly grateful for him to reunite their lost family and even allow them to become stronger without expecting anything in return.

In fact, he could even sense some distance from them, not the negative type but one of respect and reverence. The other Grand Elders who entered the Law Rune Stage were also the same, becoming deferential the moment they saw him, willing to take care of his requests, waiting for his mouth to open.

It could be said that he drastically changed the fate of the Alstreim Family as he did so for his own, but compared to what he was going to do for his loved ones, it was nothing but a drop in the bucket. As long as he didn't boost the Alstreim Family's power heftily, Davis had some faith that fate wouldn't strike back more or less.

Nonetheless, indulging himself in nostalgia for some time, Davis took a last look at the pill recipe before keeping it inside his spatial ring.

The Profound Tyrant Veined Cauldron and his avatar also completed refining the three main ingredients and hundreds of auxiliary ingredients shortly, their speed frighteningly fast.

"Now then, shall we begin?"

"Yes, master!"

Davis looked at the refined ingredients neatly arranged before him, especially the three main ingredients, which exuded a tremendous vitality that affected the soul. Even now, Davis could feel his soul nourished by its essence aura, and to not waste any more of it, he raised his hand, his soul force spreading out as he began the concoction process of the Supreme Ebbing Sigil Pill!

Sixty-four flames surged underneath the cauldron, heating it up quickly.

At this moment, Davis used an alchemy technique called the Hundred Flameburst Surge Control Technique. Apparently, it was a technique left behind by the person who left Tyriele in the Soul Palace, so Davis understood the moment he laid his eyes on it that it was an immortal technique!

However, there were five levels to this technique, and after much usage, he managed to master the fourth level of it, causing him to be able to conjure sixty-four flame wisps.

Similarly, the first level had eight flame wisps. The second level causes one to sprout forth sixteen flames and so on so forth until the fourth level, which allows one to conjure sixty-four flame wisps. If he was not wrong, the fifth level should undoubtedly allow him to conjure hundred and twenty-eight flames, empowering him to have immense control over the concoction process.

But, that was possibly a feat that he could only achieve with more excruciating training with this technique or his soul becoming as strong as an immortal.

Nonetheless, ingredients were thrown left and right into the cauldron as though it was a messy concoction. However, the ingredients seamlessly blended inside the cauldron, starting to assimilate into medicinal essence.

The sixty-four flames sometimes burned brightly, sometimes became dim as a flickering candle, and at other times, variated like they were controlled by a single person each.

Davis's control over the sixty-four flames was extremely precise.

Previously, he was only using the Mystifying Dozen Flame Control, which summoned twelve flames, also thinking that its power and control were significant due to his high compatibility and familiarity with it, but after learning the Hundred Flameburst Surge Control and training it using his avatar, he learned that the Mystifying Dozen Flame Control lost in terms of both power and control.

But it couldn't be helped, considering that Mystifying Dozen Flame Control was a Peak-Level King Grade Technique while his fourth level of the Hundred Flameburst Surge Control was, at the very least, a Peak-Level Emperor Grade Technique. Perhaps, the fourth level of the Hundred Flameburst Surge Control was already at the immortal level for lack of comparison.

He had no way of knowing unless he asked Myria, but now, his entire focus was on concocting the Supreme Ebbing Sigil Pill into a Perfect-Tier Pill!

He carefully followed the concoction procedure written in the pill recipe. However, he wasn't the only one throwing ingredients into the cauldron as his two assistants, Tyriele and his avatar, coordinated with him. Moreover, their form was nearly perfect.

If there were spectators or even the two Venerate Pill Emperors, they would be in complete awe at their flawless pill-making process, and they would be stupefied to know the fact that it was his first time concocting this magnificent pill known as the Supreme Ebbing Sigil Pill.

That's how much Davis's skills in alchemy had increased in these few months of pill concoction!

Time passed.

A minute, five, ten… twenty… forty… eighty… two hundred. A whole six hours passed before Davis finally smashed the lid on top of the cauldron, his figure heavily sweating while appearing out of breath.

"Crazy… creating a Perfect-Tier Supreme Ebbing Sigil Pill isn't a small feat."

Davis gasped.

It wasn't that he exhausted his soul force but that immense focus he bestowed on the concoction process did not allow him to move even a single inch while all the work was done by his soul force or the movements of Tyriele and his avatar. He oversaw the entire process for the entire time, not allowing a single mistake to occur.

Thanks to the Hundred Flameburst Surge Control that allowed him to have extreme control of the concoction process, he was also considerably able to shorten the time taken to concoct the pill.

Nonetheless, Davis's gaze returned to the Profound Tyrant Veined Cauldron as he knew that the pill was ninety percent complete at this moment. All that remained was to wait for the medicinal essence to mature and gather it into a pill. Moreover, he couldn't afford to make the slightest mistakes because at this moment because there would only be a single pill that was made, and that pill had to be Perfect-Tier no matter what, or his plans would fail, causing him to redo the whole process from the beginning.

Furthermore, there were only enough ingredients for him to concoct more time until this particular moment. Those ingredients were still growing back in Isabella's Golden Palace, so he hoped that his concoction would succeed as he waited.

Ten minutes passed, and the cauldron started to shudder heavily.

Davis's soul sense was covering the cauldrons, detecting minute changes occurring inside from the trembling felt on the outer layer. He solemnly sensed with utter focus, each second becoming longer than a minute.

*Bang!~*

Suddenly, he slapped down on the lid of the Profound Tyrant Veined Cauldron and shouted.

"Condense!"

The quaking Profound Tyrant Veined Cauldron went silent all of a sudden while Davis's expression remained solemn, his heart starting to beat a bit rapidly.

He was confident that he concocted the pill but was it Perfect-Tier? After all, only a thin line existed between a Perfect-Tier Pill and an Advanced-Tier Pill. One tiny mistake during concoction could essentially ruin a Perfect-Tier Pill, causing it to become an Advanced-Tier Pill. He found that he made no mistakes, and neither did Tyriele react strangely, so unless the mistake shot past their observation, it was impossible for him to fail to create a Perfect-Tier Pill, but that tiny profitability still left him taking a deep breath to bring composure to his heart.

*Wrrung!~*

He opened the lid of the Profound Tyrant Veined Cauldron, looking inside the dark curvature before his pupils dilated.

"Tw-Two Pills!?"

Davis became shocked on seeing two pills hovering inside the cauldron that he rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was dreaming, but the more his eyes widened, the better he realized that there were really two Supreme Ebbing Sigil Pills!

'Impossible… considering the amount of medicinal essence that should've remained at the end of the concoction process, it should be enough for only a single pill, but the fact that there are two pills could only mean that there was enough medicinal essence to form two pills...'

Unlike manually creating a number of pills or creating a bigger pill in a single batch, he left it automatic, allowing the reactions inside the cauldron to decide the end result. That was the most assuring way to go about this pill recipe without making a mistake since it was mentioned that only one pill could be made out of it.

However, seeing two pills completely floored Davis that his thoughts became sluggish, and then his scalp turned numb.

"Shit...! Is it still Perfect-Tier!?"

Forming two pills with insufficient medicinal essence could've lowered the efficacy that he instantly became worried about. He hurriedly fetched one of the pills to his palm and checked the radiance, his eyes trembling in scrutinizing it before he caught the second pill in his other palm, his eyes severely comparing and contrasting them.

Both pills radiated a cerulean glow, one that was brighter than the one Myria and Ellia gave him, and its luster was also without any blemishes, causing him to take a deep breath, allowing his somewhat exhausted soul to feel momentarily rejuvenated, but his eyes became wider than tiny wine saucers.

'This… both are Perfect-Tier Supreme Ebbing Sigil Pills…?'

Davis's expression remained flabbergasted. The fact that he could make two Perfect-Tier Supreme Ebbing Sigil Pills could only mean that Tyriele and his concoction had reached the pinnacle of this pill recipe.

They indeed didn't make a single mistake, nor did they waste the refined ingredients a tiny bit, but even made full use of it, allowing them to concoct one more Perfect-Tier Supreme Ebbing Sigil Pill!