Those closest to this miracle—the Danwang Palace—were stunned by this sudden surprise from the heavens and deeply doubted whether they had seen it wrong, or whether there was something wrong with the Holy King Tower or the Danwang Bell.

When everyone turned around and saw the astonishment on their companion's face, half of which was illuminated by the holy light, they suddenly realized that this was a true miracle, the pride and honor of their Danwang Palace.

Jing Li stood with her hands behind her back, quietly watching the dense, almost tangible holy light in mid-air. Her once alluring and seductive face was now filled with solemnity and awe.

He wasn't tall, but he possessed an aura of dominance that seemed to carry the weight of the heavens. The person shimmering in the holy light was his disciple, Jing Li's disciple.

All the alchemists in the world bowed deeply towards the Holy King Tower. For a thousand years, the Holy King Tower has been a sacred place for alchemists, and it is said that the Pill King Hall was originally built to protect the Holy King Tower. Anyone who comes within ten meters of the Holy King Tower can be sensed by the tower, and their aptitude can then be tested.

Throughout history, fewer than one hundred people have had their names inscribed on the Saint King Tower. Each one of them is a true prodigy, a renowned alchemist throughout the continent, with the lowest rank being a King-level alchemist. Over the past thousand years, nearly half of those inscribed on the Saint King Tower come from the Pill King Palace, 30% from the Medicine King Valley, 20% from the major alchemy families, and the remaining 10% are independent cultivators.

Before today, the name of the all-known Throne Master—the former Lord of the Pill King Palace—was ranked third, with Palace Master Jing Li ranked fourth, and the fourth being the Supreme Elder of Medicine King Valley. This is why Jing Li harbored such resentment towards Medicine King Valley; they were constantly being overshadowed by him, and to make matters worse, they were old men nearing the end of their lives. Ranked first was Tai Yan Chu, known to everyone on the Tai Yan Continent, the continent's only Divine Master, currently traveling in an unknown world.

Now, an even more dazzling word appears at the top, and everyone has only two words in their hearts—Divine Master, or rather, this person will definitely become a Divine Master and create the legend of alchemists once again.

This is only a small part of the information known to outsiders; the true secret of the Holy King Tower lies within the tower itself.

All those remembered by the Holy King Tower are transported inside, each with their own destiny. Those geniuses who enter the tower, unless they die young, become great alchemists.

Ye Xiruo, who has become a legend on the mainland, is currently in a daze, staring blankly at the mural on the wall.

She had been tricked into coming here today. As soon as she approached this mysterious and ancient tower, she felt a soft light washing over her entire body. It was both comfortable and terrifying. What kind of miracle was this? It could kill a person without making a sound.

Before Ye Xiruo could retreat, a dense holy light trapped her firmly in place, rendering her unable to move an inch. She felt completely exposed; her space and system shouldn't have been compromised, right? Ye Xiruo's back was soaked with sweat.

Then, the Holy King Tower suddenly shone like a small sun. Ye Xiruo subconsciously closed her eyes. This tower could glow; it was truly magical and too unscientific.

But that wasn't all. A bell, seemingly from nowhere, slowly rang out, carrying a magical charm, and her soul power seemed to have condensed a bit more.

Before Ye Xiruo could react, she was drawn to this place by the holy light.

She guessed it was the space inside the tower, but apart from the murals on the walls, there was nothing there.

Since we can't get out anyway, let's watch! Five minutes later, Ye Xiruo's eyes lit up. This was the process of refining the original elixir and its history.

There are some differences between this and her master's alchemy; the hand gestures used in alchemy are slightly different. Ye Xiruo began to use her powerful memory and comprehension, watching and imitating some of the gestures on the wall. After several attempts, apart from being a little clumsy, she could do it perfectly.

Ye Xiruo was so engrossed in the tower that she completely forgot about time. What was most amazing was that whenever she finished understanding the murals on the wall, a flash of light would appear, and the content would be replaced with something new.

Ye Xiruo didn't know how long she had been looking at them. Her whole mind was focused on those beautiful and magnificent murals, forgetting herself and the passage of time.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself inexplicably in an ancient stone chamber. Inside the chamber was a stone table with three boxes on it, and a painting hanging on the wall.

“Tai Yanchu.” This name sounds familiar. Ye Xiruo suddenly widened her eyes. Isn’t this the ultimate faith of all alchemists in the world, the only divine master in a thousand years?

She never expected to come to this magical place and see his portrait. The man in the portrait looked to be in his early twenties, dressed in a blue robe, with a blue hairpin in his hair, exuding a dashing and unrestrained air. A gentle smile graced his handsome face, and he even had two small dimples, making him look like an adorable little brother. Who would have thought that the continent's number one alchemist would have such a boy-next-door appearance?

Ye Xiruo bowed three times to the portrait with great respect.

Unexpectedly, the person in the portrait actually moved, floating directly out of the portrait and smiling at Ye Xiruo.

"Greetings, kindred spirit. This is an avatar I left behind, and I don't know how much energy it has left. Alchemy is a sacred art, and the things on the table are my treasures left to you. I hope you will make good use of them."

After he finished speaking, the phantom in mid-air disappeared, and the portrait lost its dynamism, turning into an ordinary portrait.

Ye Xiruo bowed again: "Thank you for your noble sentiments, senior. I will definitely restore the prestige of the Divine Master and bring blessings to the mainland."

Ye Xiruo placed the three boxes into her spatial ring, took one last look at the stone chamber, and then, enveloped in holy light, left the place.

"Young Palace Master, Young Palace Master." Countless flowers and ribbons flew through the air, all aimed at her. Ye Xiruo had a bad feeling. Weren't these people from the Pill King Palace usually unfriendly to her? What was wrong with them now? Had her master done something?

However, the expressions on these people's faces were also very real; they seemed like her die-hard fans. Ye Xiruo was almost overwhelmed by flowers. Does acting have to be this convincing?

The gazes seemed to pierce through her, and the crowd was so dense that it was impossible to move around the village. Someone started it, and Ye Xiruo was lifted up amidst cheers, flowers, and applause—it felt like a dream.

Ye Xiruo's scream was drowned out by a chorus of cheers: "Master, help!"