Paragon of Sin

Chapter 707 - 702: Quake The World

were caught off-guard, their spiritual senses running amok for a split second.

Yet it was enough.

Like a domino falling in a coordinated manner, the initial chaos only created more. The spiritual energies of these alchemists went wild and they tried to compensate, but they were three separate individuals, not of one mind. The others were also distracted, just more stable, yet they clashed with the others.


The cauldron spurted out a deep, heavy sound after two explosions of spiritual sense composed of spiritual strength. The clash was hectic and the cauldron trembled fiercely. 

An incredibly unsightly expression emerged on San Luoyang ’s expression, and he tried to hastily formulate hand-seals, sending out bursts of alchemic force and spiritual force to salvage the process. Unfortunately…

”Shit! ” San Luoyang uncharastically cursed as he slapped both his palms together and slammed it downwards, sending a burst of alchemic force into it. 


A large explosion resounded, sending out a powerful shockwave that sent all the alchemists flying, crashing against the walls and spurting out blood. Their cultivation bases were profound and their bodies thoroughly refined, but the force of their crash could shatter entire planets. Even the pagoda trembled fiercely as a result. 

The Utmost Purity Mist quivered in chaos, as if provoked by some unfathomable law. It rapidly began to shrink continuously until it dissipated entirely without a single wisp of its existence remaining. The cauldron that once emitted a powerful Utmost Purity Mist of twenty-four meters, likely aged in the thousands of years since its creation, had lost its right to possess the name ’Utmost Purity ’. 

Normally, Utmost Purity Mist wouldn ’t dissipate upon failure of a product or if an impure-quality product was concocted, but after it reaches a certain point, typically beyond eighteen meters, a product of eighteen thousand successes, a single failure cause it all to dissipate without reason. It was as if the cauldron was no longer worthy of the Utmost Purity Mist that is created.

San Luoyang ’s expression wasn ’t just dark, ugly, enraged, or had gritted teeth, but all of them and more. He grunted as he landed on the ground with a thunderous stomp, holding a pill in his hand that emitted a faint dim radiance. He glanced at the three alchemists that caused this unfixable chaos. They were still coughing blood and moaning in agony. One of them was unconscious. 

San Luoyang ’s handsome face distorted into a snarl, his hand opening as a green-colored pill had a single mystic runic marking on its surface, but it was incomplete. If Wei Wuyin had seen this pill, he would recognize it as one of his Seeds of Mystic Intent ’s runic structure! 

”A Spiritquake? ” A powerful voice and sense carrying spiritual strength like a divinity cascaded down, engulfing the entire room. San Luoyang ’s expression changed, including the remaining alchemists. He humbly bowed to no one in particular, ”Vice-President Evergod! ” The other alchemists, at least those still conscious, bowed too while blood leaked from their lips and suppressing their need to cough.

The voice was silent for a long moment and then sighed in a tone of deep, unfathomable frustration. ”It seems that little girl finally succeeded. Don ’t worry about the White-God Cauldron. Replace it with the Violet-God Cauldron and restart. ”

San Luoyang ’s body trembled, and he firmly nodded: ”Yes, Vice-President Evergod! Thank you! ” The voice and spiritual sense soon vanished, and San Luoyang and the others let loose a faint breath of relief. They had just failed a crucial assignment, ruined the purity of the White-God Cauldron that was the culmination of thousands of years of continuous successes. 

To lose the Utmost Purity Mist from a single failure was like eating animal feces, excreting yourself, and then eating your own feces. It was disgusting beyond imagination. If the Evergod Pill Alchemic Saint sought to punish them, they would have no grounds to object. 

San Luoyang glanced at the failed Mystic-Earth Product. They had spent sixteen months of manpower and focus on this single pill, yet it was ruined at the most horrendous time imaginable. He couldn ’t even destroy the product to prevent its creation, as it was already in its last stages of concoction. The pill was not only incomplete, but it was impure. He had an urge to crush it out of frustration, but its value was still immensely valuable. He carefully stored it away, and stared at the White-God Cauldron.

”A Spiritquake? Did she truly succeed? If so… ” San Luoyang ’s eyes glinted with a deadly light. 

Wei Wuyin was unaware that his unintentional usage of a transcendent product hadn ’t just resulted in a huge failure that ruined thousands of years of accumulated effort and success, but had instigated a sequence of events that ’ll affect the entire Aeternal Sky Starfield, no, the entire Grand Cyclic Stellar Region!

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