pertwk Chapter 2581 Heavenly Phenomenon!
Chapter 2581 Heavenly Phenomenon!
chapter 2581 heavenly phenomenon!
the uproar within the imperial alchemy pavilion did not go unnoticed by its staff, including the pavilion head.
the man rushed into the main courtyard, accompanied by dozens of his attendants and staff members. his expression was a mix of urgency and frustration as he barked out orders.
"who can tell me what's happening?" he demanded.
the pavilion head had been busy sorting through invoices earlier, forced to leave his office abruptly due to the trembling of the pavilion. as the head of the establishment, there was no one better acquainted with the capabilities of the imperial alchemy pavilion's arrays—and, conversely, no one more aware of their limits.
the arrays were powerful, capable of withstanding extreme pressures and supporting the most complex alchemical processes.
'even i can't push them to this extent,' the pavilion head thought, his brows furrowed deeply. 'could this be an external attack? perhaps spies attempting to sabotage the arrays?'
"pavilion head! pavilion head!" an alchemist stumbled into view, his face pale and drenched in sweat as if he had just encountered a ghost.
"what is it?" the pavilion head snapped impatiently. the stress of the situation left him with little patience for stammering reports.
the pavilion's current state was critical. the recent conflict involving yao changying had already stretched their resources thin, and the demand for alchemical pills across the empire had surged. meeting quotas was paramount, and any disruption to their operations was unacceptable.
right now, the pavilion's operations had come to a grinding halt. the alchemy rooms were inaccessible, with arrays refusing to function. alchemists were unable to enter or leave their workspaces. this was a dire situation, one that could not afford delays.
"pavilion head, we've identified the cause of the disruption!" the alchemist blurted out.
"what is it? speak quickly!" the pavilion head ordered.
"the arrays are redirecting all their power to the vip hall. they're so strained that there's nothing left to support the other sections," the alchemist explained, his voice trembling.
"daoist lin mu?" grandmaster lao's eyes narrowed. he had heard of lin mu's feats from multiple sources but had never imagined him causing such a phenomenon.
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just as the crowd was digesting this information, the situation escalated further. bells rang out, echoing through the pavilion.
"bells? why are the bells ringing?" someone in the crowd asked, their voice tinged with unease.
all eyes turned toward the sky. above the imperial alchemy pavilion, a glowing purple cloud was forming. the sight left everyone frozen in awe and disbelief.
"that... that can't be..." stammered one of the senior alchemists.
"heavenly phenomena!" another exclaimed, his voice trembling.
heavenly phenomena were exceedingly rare, occurring only when an alchemical creation reached a level that defied convention. the presence of such phenomena signified a refinement that could shake the very foundations of the alchemical world.
within the third vip hall, lin mu remained oblivious to the chaos outside. his focus was unwavering as he continued his work. the tyrant bull marrow had been compressed further than ever before. each drop within the cauldron radiated an intensity that even seasoned alchemists would find impossible to achieve.
"just a little more," lin mu muttered, his voice steady despite the mounting pressure. his immortal sense was stretched to its limits, monitoring every ripple and fluctuation within the marrow.
the aspect of heaviness, combined with his unparalleled control, allowed him to condense the marrow into a form that bordered on the mythical. hours turned into days as lin mu pushed beyond the known limits of alchemical refinement.
outside, the purple cloud continued to grow, its brilliance illuminating the pavilion. the alchemists gathered below could only watch in awe as the phenomenon unfolded.
"is this really the work of the imperial imperator?" someone murmured, their voice filled with disbelief.
"if it is, then his talent surpasses even our wildest imaginations," grandmaster lao said, his tone carrying a mix of admiration and envy.
as the final moments of lin mu's refinement approached, the purple cloud began to condense, spiraling downward toward the pavilion. the heavenly phenomena had recognized the culmination of his efforts, and the world itself seemed to hold its breath.