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"Ancient God," Lu Chen said calmly, "the same old saying: when soldiers come, we block them; when water comes, we dam it. Worrying too early is pointless."
The Golden Ancient One nodded and fell silent, and within Jun Bell, there was a moment of quiet.
Soon, Lu Chen and the others arrived at the city they had established. They stepped out from the bell and, without time to rest, began preparing to refine the Divine Treasure Elixir.
The Nine-Headed Demon Serpent had just swallowed the Divine Medicine when it was intercepted by the Golden Ancient One. It hadn't had time to refine it, so it could only hide the Divine Medicine inside its Horn.
Due to the time consumed in the process, the Divine Medicine had already fused with the Nine-Headed Demon Serpent's Horn.
Even if Lu Chen forcibly cut off its Horn, it wouldn't change the outcome; the Divine Medicine remained within the Horn.
Later, at the suggestion of the Golden Ancient One, Lu Chen, Yuanmo Laozu, and the Golden Ancient One left the city and headed to a nearby volcano to prepare for the ritual refinement there.
The others stayed behind to ensure the safety of the city, as the Minotaur would soon be advancing southward, leading to an inevitable bloody battle.
Lu Chen and Yuanmo Laozu were eager to extract the Divine Medicine from the Horn so that they would be prepared when the Minotaur attacked, rather than caught off guard.
The choice of location in this volcano was intentional and necessary for refining the Divine Medicine.
The volcano was less than a hundred miles from the city, located on an island by the sea. Lu Chen could reach it in just a few breaths with all his strength.
As they approached the volcano, a pungent sulfur smell assaulted their senses. Thick smoke billowed from the crater, with clouds of volcanic ash occasionally swirling out.
Upon seeing the volcano, Lu Chen felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity because his life had begun in connection with volcanoes.
Without hesitation, he flew directly into the crater and descended into the depths of the volcano, nearly touching the fiery lava. The sulfur smell here was even more intense; beneath him lay intensely red lava. If anyone were to fall in, they would be instantly incinerated, reduced to bones—if even that could be found.
The temperature of volcanic magma is extremely high. The Black Iron material used by the Great Zhou Dynasty comes from volcanoes.
After the magma inside the volcano solidifies, it either becomes hard stone slabs or can be crafted into top-quality materials for Divine Weapons.
The reason Lu Chen and others chose the volcano as their refining location is due to the temperature of the volcano and auxiliary factors such as sulfur.
Lu Chen took out a prepared Large Cauldron from Jun Bell, which was about the size of a bathtub. The Large Cauldron sat on top of the magma, and its bottom immediately turned red.
However, this Furnace would not melt; it was made of alloy by Chen Qilin for smelting steel nails and was incredibly hard.
To refine Divine Medicine, Lu Chen borrowed this Furnace. As the Furnace sat on top of the magma, Lu Chen took out the Nine-Headed Demon Serpent Horn from Jun Bell.
At this moment, the Horn was glowing red all over, likely because it was merging with the Divine Medicine, appearing crystal clear and extremely enticing.
He placed the Nine-Headed Demon Serpent Horn into the Furnace and then sat beside it, intending to personally watch as the Divine Medicine was extracted from the Horn of the Nine-Headed Demon Serpent.
Once the Horn was placed inside, a fragrant aroma wafted up immediately. The scent resembled that of meat but was purer; it was unclear whether it was the fragrance of the Horn or that emitted by the Divine Medicine.
Lu Chen opened his eyes to observe the floating aroma before gently closing them again, not taking it to heart.
Time passed slowly as the Horn being refined continued to emit fragrance without much change; it still looked the same.
This situation persisted for seven nights, during which the Horn remained in the Large Cauldron, relying on the temperature of volcanic magma for refinement.
However, it still showed little change. Lu Chen opened his eyes to take a look and frowned slightly but did not do anything else and closed his eyes again.
Yet, after just a moment, Lu Chen's ears twitched, and he opened his eyes once more.
This time, unlike before, his gaze became sharp, and his expression showed a hint of alertness.
"You finally came," Lu Chen said as he looked up at the volcano's mouth. Although he didn't see anything, he still spoke into the void.
Just after Lu Chen spoke, a massive serpent head emerged, coldly staring at Lu Chen from the volcano's mouth.
"My Horn has been refined by you wretched Human Offspring," said the Nine-Headed Demon Serpent.
It finally appeared after the seventh Horn was refined, speaking in human language. Lu Chen had thought it wouldn't speak human language, but during their separation in the Underground Palace, it had warned Lu Chen using human words, which left him uneasy.
Lu Chen murmured, "What is meant to come will come. But you recklessly came here; aren't you afraid I might ambush you?"
"You cunning human, if you dare to plot against me, I won't let you off easily. However, I just surveyed the surroundings and found no signs of disturbance," the Nine-Headed Demon Serpent said as it glanced around cautiously.
"Oh? Why do you think that? Just because your eyes can't see something doesn't mean it isn't there. Sometimes even what you see may not be real," Lu Chen replied lazily, his meaning clear.
As soon as Lu Chen finished speaking, the Jun Bell's entrance cracked open, and two Daoist figures flew out. Those two were none other than Yuanmo Laozu and the Golden Ancient One.
Lu Chen stored away the Jun Bell and flew out of the Volcanic Cave with them, surrounding the Nine-Headed Demon Serpent outside.
The Nine-Headed Demon Serpent glared fiercely, its body swaying back and forth due to agitation as it glanced around nervously. "How dare you plot against me! You won't have a good ending."
"And what if we do?" Lu Chen replied coldly. "I've been waiting for you for a long time; this is exactly what I've been waiting for. You should consider whether you'll be able to leave today."
"I will crush you all."
The Nine-Headed Demon Serpent swung its Steel Fork, letting out a long howl, and then pounced directly at Lu Chen.
Lu Chen jumped high, skillfully dodging to the side. Meanwhile, the Golden Ancient One had already raised his Golden Staff, and even the Golden Altar had been summoned, enveloping an area of thirty to forty feet around them.
Yuanmo Laozu also retreated to one side, each guarding a direction with Lu Chen, vigilantly preventing the Nine-Headed Demon Serpent from escaping.
This time, the Golden Ancient One was well-prepared. After a few rounds of combat with the Nine-Headed Demon Serpent, he unleashed his killing move. The Golden Altar extended long iron chains from four directions, binding the Nine-Headed Demon Serpent.
The Nine-Headed Demon Serpent, which was originally agile, found its movements hindered as the chains wrapped around it, firmly binding its hands and feet, making it unable to break free.
Seeing this, the Golden Ancient One immediately began to chant incantations, using an ancient power transmitted through the altar to refine the Nine-Headed Demon Serpent.
Fine runes began to rise around the Golden Altar, spinning in circles; at times they resembled smoke, clustering together and enveloping the Nine-Headed Demon Serpent within.
The Nine-Headed Demon Serpent was a dominant force in the Chaos Realm of the Wasteland Continent's north; now trapped by the Golden Ancient One, it appeared somewhat disheveled.
Lu Chen and Yuanmo Laozu watched in shock. The Golden Ancient One was deeply concealed; within the Golden Altar, he was nearly invincible. Fortunately, they were friends and not mortal enemies; otherwise, they would be doomed.
Soon, the Nine-Headed Demon Serpent could no longer move, lying quietly within the Golden Altar, no longer as violent as before.
After chanting a spell, the Golden Ancient One concluded his work and retracted the Golden Altar, gently holding it in his palm.
He approached Lu Chen and Yuanmo Laozu and said, "This beast has fought me for over a hundred years; now it is finally subdued, thanks to both of you."
It turned out that the Golden Ancient One and the Nine-Headed Demon Serpent had been entangled in battle for over a century without a clear victor. This time, with Lu Chen and Yuanmo Laozu's assistance and power, he was able to subdue it at last.
"So what does the ancient god plan to do with it next?" Lu Chen asked curiously.
He also realized that the Golden Altar was in the palm of the Golden Ancient One, while the Nine-Headed Demon Serpent had become like a bird, quietly lying on top, its body bound by iron chains, motionless and appearing extremely exhausted.
I planned to subdue it and cast some special forbidden spells to control it; from then on, it would be my mount.
The Golden Ancient One's intention was actually to tame the Nine-Headed Demon Serpent and use it as a mount for himself.
Their powers were all between the Void Immortal's second and third levels, which were considered extremely formidable existences. Yet now, the Nine-Headed Demon Serpent had no choice but to serve as a mount for the Golden Ancient One and toil away.
Lu Chen nodded, feeling somewhat emotional. The three of them discussed for a while before returning to the volcano.
As soon as Lu Chen arrived at the volcano's mouth, he noticed something unusual; fragrant aromas were wafting out from within.
This fragrance was different from before; it was accompanied by rising smoke—colorful smoke. The colorful smoke was exceptionally beautiful, far more appealing than the black smoke from the volcano, creating a stark contrast between the two.
Seeing this situation, Lu Chen hurriedly flew down and saw that within the Large Cauldron, streams of forbidden golden liquid were flowing out from the Nine-Headed Demon Serpent's horn.
The colorful smoke was precisely emanating from those golden liquids.
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