Chapter 731: Chapter 441: Demon Buddha, Quickly Put on This Saddle_1

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Dozens of the Holy See were clearly delighted, convinced that the Holy Life Elixir’s emergence was a matter of time.

Only Holy Daoist showed a grave expression and shook his head, “Don’t rejoice too soon, everyone. When an Elixir reaches its Great Achievement, how could the Alchemist not show a hint of joy?”

Reminded by Holy Daoist, everyone noticed that Logan was as still as a mountain, his expression unchanged. Had they not known that Logan was engaged in alchemy, they might have thought he had passed away.

Everyone’s hearts sank, the joy abruptly halted as they began to pray that no more mishaps would occur, feeling an unprecedented tension.

And in the next moment, the Elixir surrounded by Golden Light suddenly burst apart, dissolving in the flames as if it had been baked into the air. This scene turned everyone’s faces ashen, unable to recover from the emotional rollercoaster for a long time.

With the Elixir’s completion just a step away, all was shattered suddenly. Who could accept this? The lone method for extending life was gone; who amongst the present wasn’t nearing the end of their lifespan? Even those with a little more time could only live another two or three years.

Disappointed, some began to criticize Logan: “I knew Logan wasn’t up to it. To pin our hopes on such a youth when all of us, the Sanctuary Powerhouses, are helpless!”

“That’s not fair to say, after all, Logan did his best. Perhaps it was all fated. We’ve lived long lives. It’s time for us to depart!”

Many shook their heads, as if resigning to their fate. How could they hope to live forever? Having failed to reach Saint Emperor in this lifetime, they should have long been laid to rest.

In the midst of the Alchemy Furnace, with the flames rising, the fire suddenly formed streaks of blue light. Following the paths of Meridians, it coursed through the cosmos before gathering into an eye-catching sheen. In just a few moments, a golden Elixir reappeared.

Another twist of fate ignited hope anew as everyone stared intensely at the Alchemy Furnace, not daring to be rashly overjoyed. They now deeply understood that until the Elixir was truly realized, accidents could still happen.

Logan continuously infused Spiritual Energy, having spent several hours from start to now. Exhausted, his complexion was deathly pale, yet the Elixir was at the most critical phase of refinement. Even a moment of negligence could cause it to explode.

Thus, Logan dared not pause his efforts, clinging to this breath of perseverance, a trial for himself. If he could refine the Holy Life Elixir, perhaps he could use this opportunity to temper himself and feasibly leap from Quasi-Saint to Sanctuary status.

Holy Daoist and the others were terribly anxious but could do nothing to help, their only option being to guard the surroundings to prevent any disturbances to Logan.

The Elixir radiated blue light, with myriad laws converging within it. Having undergone hours of refinement, the Elixir itself became like a Dantian, absorbing the laws much like a Cultivator. The more laws it absorbed, the more potent the final product would be.

Finally, with a grand gesture from Logan, he unleashed the last stream of Spiritual Energy. The blue Elixir flew out from the Alchemy Furnace, shining with a brilliance that stirred Heaven and Earth. An ancient pressure descended as if to crush the Elixir.

However, after a few brief moments, as everything returned to normal, everyone was certain the Holy Life Elixir had indeed been realized.

Reflecting on the previous uncertainties, all was worthwhile. The thought of no longer worrying about lifespan made dozens of the Holy See sigh with heartfelt relief.

Logan retrieved the Elixir, a smile spreading across his face: “It took a day. I nearly succumbed to backlash, but fortunately, I was one step ahead.”

“I have a question. Despite having only one Elixir, we have several dozen members of the Holy See here. Does this not mean that only one person can extend their life?”

This sudden question got to the heart of the matter, causing all members of the Holy See to frown, having forgotten this vital point.

A tense atmosphere descended once more. If only one person was destined to extend their life, an intense battle among them was inevitable.

Logan waved his hand, assuring everyone not to worry: “One Elixir has an immense potency. Even you, as Sanctuary Powerhouses, would not survive its effects.”

“This single Elixir must be divided into dozens of parts, each person receiving a share, each able to extend their life by over a hundred years, without fear of backlash.”

With Logan’s assurance, everyone was put at ease. It was unlikely for Logan to lie, as the truth would shortly prevail.

Logan was still gentle one moment, his face suddenly turned cold the next: “However, since the Elixir was produced by my own hands, I reserve the right to decide whom to give it to.”

“During my alchemy, someone harbored murderous intent toward me, nearly succeeding. This matter must be settled now. Although my entire focus was on the alchemy, my awareness was clear as day. This incident cannot simply be brushed aside.”

It was only by sheer luck that I survived. If Daoist went through with his plan, I would have descended to Hell already. The thought of it chills me to the bone. Here I was, refining the Holy Life Elixir for these dozens of Sanctuary Powerhouses, yet I became their target. Isn’t that too cold-hearted?

“Daoist conspired with the Monster Beast Clan, but it’s over now. With the intervention of a few of us, Daoist and his five followers fled in panic. The Demon King of the Monster Beast Clan is beyond our reach for now, but one day, when we are stronger, I will certainly seek justice for you.”

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