Chapter 9
Author: Save me
last update2025-12-27 07:30:28

On that day, he intended to reclaim what was originally his.

In the next ten days, what he needed to do was step onto the tenth step of the Heavenly Ladder.

Mu Qiu was highly anticipating the transformative changes the Ancient God's Blood would bring him!

He took a glance at the surrounding Outer Gate disciples, took a deep breath, dusted himself off, and started walking towards his residence.

Today's battle was destined to be extraordinary.

News spread quickly amongst the Outer Gate.

In ten days, Mu Qiu's challenge to Luo Bin on the Life and Death Stage caused a great stir, it was no small matter.

Only a few disciples, who had seen Mu Qiu's dominating strength in the dining hall that day, were exempt.

Mostly, they all felt that Mu Qiu was courting death.

Excitedly discussing just how tragic Mu Qiu's end would be when the day comes.

...

Upon returning to his residence, Mu Qiu remained silent.

He sat crossed-legged on the bed and began healing his wounds.

Only until late into the night did his injuries finally heal completely.

The Ancient God's Inheritance didn't only make his physical body stronger, its self-healing effects were also incredibly astounding.

This was all within Mu Qiu's expectations.

He got out of bed, walked to the table, and drank a cup of cool water.

Looking out at the night outside the window, his eyes aflame, Mu Qiu spoke softly, "The seventh level..."

In an instant, he was transported into the inheritance space and stepped onto the bloody altar.

Ahead of the altar, the fog of blood was immense, with the stairway to heaven appearing and disappearing in the mists.

This time, he held an extra bag in his hands.

Inside, were the herbs used to make the energy-boosting elixir.

Mu Qiu did not have any knowledge of alchemy.

However, when the ancient gods roamed the world, their bodies were the best cauldrons in existence.

And their bodies, filled with the blood of ancient gods, were the most brilliant flames for alchemy.

Swallowing star cores as elixirs, was one of the cultivation methods for mature ancient gods.

So when stepping up to the sixth level of the stairway to heaven,

Mu Qiu opened the bag, combining the herbs into a mass.

Then, he swallowed it.

In the next moment, he clearly felt that the primal energy within his body increased by a bit.

"Ha!"

With a strong shout, Mu Qiu steps forward with his left foot.

In one stride, he steels himself to step on the seventh step of the Heavenly Ladder.

In an instant, an overwhelming pressure descends.

It leaves Mu Qiu with his whole body creaking under the weight.

The celestial-like pressure, tearing at Mu Qiu's body, grinding away at Mu Qiu's will.

And at this moment, Mu Qiu's internal energy is rapidly being drained.

A moment later...

Following a "boom!"

Mu Qiu grinds his teeth, in a seemingly mad state.

His left foot, finally steps on the seventh step of the Heavenly Ladder.

In the ancient divine space, at the seventh stage of the Heavenly Ladder.

It seemed to be an obstacle.

Even when Mu Qiu had consumed medicinal herbs to replenish his vitality.

The moment he set foot on that stage, he was drained completely by the sudden arrival of an overwhelming pressure.

"Bang!"

Unable to endure any longer and take his right foot forward, Mu Qiu was abruptly flipped and sent flying back.

Staring at the crimson Heavenly Ladder before him, Mu Qiu sighed faintly, saying, "My vitality, it's still not enough!"

Then, as if he had just remembered something.

Mu Qiu's gaze suddenly froze, he muttered, "Dammit, where're my herbs and my crystals?"

He remembered clearly that, the herbs and crystals, which he carried, had fallen on the altar when he was flipped away.

Now, they had vanished all of a sudden!

Scanning each corner of the altar with his eyes.

In the end, he even patted around several times, only then did he confirm the herbs and crystals were really gone!

They couldn't have been lost, there was no way anyone else could be in this space!

Looking down at the altar, Mu Qiu appeared thoughtful.

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, looking towards the center of the altar.

There, a creamy white pill was slowly emerging.

The pill was subtly shiny.

Faintly, it was even emitting a kind of medicinal fragrance.

"Interesting!"

Mu Qiu's lips slightly curled up into a smile as he walked over slowly.

As he approached for a closer look, he found that right in the middle of the altar, there was indeed an additional blood-red mirror.

The surroundings of the mirror was shrouded in a red fog, blending in with the altar, hence not catching attention.

Previously, he was only focused on the Inheritance Ladder, thus overseeing this.

With arms crossed, standing in front of the mirror, Mu Qiu had some suspicions. He murmured to himself, "Just now, it seems, my herbs and crystals fell on this mirror!"

Looking at his reflection, Mu Qiu had a quick thought and frowned as he pondered, "Could it be, this mirror swallowed my herbs and crystals and now it's produced a pill?"

Thinking along these lines, he quickly picked up the white pill from the blood mirror and held it to his nose for a smell.

At this, Mu Qiu couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Cultivation Pill! It really is a Cultivation Pill!"

Of course, Mu Qiu recognized the Cultivation Pill.

But usually, it was a mix of black.

Cream-colored, it's really the first time I've seen such a thing.

However, Mu Qiu was not unfamiliar with it, he naturally knew that pills are graded by color.

The same kind of pill, with different grades, will also have different colors.

It's cream-colored.

At least, it's of high-grade!

Holding that Foundation Building Pill in his hand, Mu Qiu grew more and more excited, "If this Blood Mirror can truly turn medicinal materials and crystals into pills ..."

If the conjecture is true, it would be like crowning myself as a Pill Refining Grandmaster!

Among many cultivators, there is hardly one in a hundred with the gift to become a pill master.

And in the world of cultivation, people like pill masters, refining masters, and talisman masters are invaluable to a sect.

They are the targets every major sect competes to recruit!

At this moment, Mu Qiu had a great sense of ambition, as if the world was in his grasp just because he held a pill in his hand.

"Let me test the effects of this Foundation Building Pill."

Without any more hesitation, he put the cream-colored Foundation Building Pill directly into his mouth.

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