Chapter 1767: A Powerful Opponent

"Congratulations, Master! After eight million years, someone has finally passed 'Mo Wen' again! What kind of talent does this little junior brother have?"

Before the Saint Ancestor High Priest, a middle-aged man in blue robes appeared very respectful.

Yet a look of joy was on his face.

Passing 'Mo Wen' was a great celebration in the Demon God Domain.

Because everyone knew that whoever passed 'Mo Wen' would be accepted as a disciple by the Saint Ancestor High Priest!

This was undoubtedly a major event in the alchemy world of the demon race!

"You haven't spread this news yet, have you?" the Saint Ancestor High Priest slowly spoke.

The blue-robed middle-aged man was startled. His master's attitude seemed somewhat off!

"No, as soon as Jimo received the news, he came to report it to you, Master. I haven't told anyone else yet."

Yi said calmly, "Don't publicize this matter anymore. Act as if nothing happened."

Jimo was taken aback and asked in surprise, "Master, this... why?"

Yi smiled and said, "He is different from you all!"

Jimo was stunned and asked in confusion, "Different?"

He couldn't understand. Hadn't they all passed 'Mo Wen'? What was so different?

His master used 'Mo Wen' as a standard to select disciples, hoping to one day cultivate someone who could surpass the Medicine Ancestor.

This was common knowledge throughout the Demon God Domain.

Now that another such genius had appeared, the master seemed unwilling to take him as a disciple.

This puzzled him greatly.

Yi slowly stood up and walked toward a chessboard in the corner, saying calmly, "Jimo, you all thought that I simplified the 'Mo Wen' chess game to find talented individuals. But have you ever wondered if I actually found any?"

Jimo was caught off guard by this sudden question.

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically. "Master, do you mean... that we eleven senior and junior brothers... didn't actually pass your test?"

Yi turned slowly, looked at Jimo, and smiled. "You eleven are indeed rare alchemy geniuses our demon race has produced in a million years. But unfortunately, with your talents, it is very difficult to surpass me!"

Jimo's heart shook violently. The understanding he had held for millions of years was suddenly overturned.

The eleven of them had always aimed to match their master.

Yet after fifty million years, even the eldest senior brother could not reach the master's height!

As the master said, it was almost impossible for them to surpass him.

It was not a matter of willingness, but of ability!

If they couldn't even surpass the master, surpassing the Medicine Ancestor, who stood above all beings, was even more unthinkable.

"Master, do you mean... he can surpass you?" Jimo asked, his eyes full of shock.

Yi smiled. "Whether he can surpass me, I don't know. After all, who can say for sure about the future? But at least so far, he is more than a cut above you!"

This time, Jimo was not shocked.

His eyes were full of defiance.

After all, each of the eleven of them was a talent of unparalleled brilliance.

In fifty million years, only eleven had emerged.

Yet from the master's tone, they were nothing compared to this young man.

The pride of a genius made him deeply unwilling to accept this.

"Master, where is he stronger?" Jimo asked.

Yi glanced at him and smiled. "I know you're unconvinced, but he has done what none of you could!"

Jimo's expression changed. "Do you mean... he endured your full will?"

Yi shook his head and laughed. "Full will? That was never my true test for you! Among my eleven disciples, you have the highest talent, enduring ninety percent of my will and completing Mo Wen. But even the full will is not what I desired! My true intention was... to shatter my will and replace it!"

"Shatter your will? How could anyone in this world do that except the Medicine Ancestor?"

Jimo's face changed dramatically. What the master said was utterly baffling!

The master was the strongest alchemist of the demon race, without equal.

To shatter his alchemical will—what an earth-shattering feat that would be!

Besides the Medicine Ancestor in his youth, who else in this world could do it?

Unexpectedly, Yi only said calmly, "If one cannot even shatter my will, what qualification does one have to challenge the Medicine Ancestor? The Tongtian Realm has existed since ancient times, and only one Medicine Ancestor has emerged. I can surpass all human alchemists, but I cannot surpass the Medicine Ancestor!"

Jimo's heart was in turmoil!

To be honest, he had never thought about this before.

In fact, the more he cultivated, the more he felt his master was unattainable.

But it was an indisputable fact that the master was inferior to the Medicine Ancestor.

So how terrifying was the Medicine Ancestor's strength?

Could there really be someone in this world who could shatter the master's will?

"So, Master, do you mean... he did it?" Jimo took a deep breath and asked.

Yi squinted and smiled. "He did more than that! He also defeated the Medicine Ancestor! Although that Medicine Ancestor was utterly insignificant, for his realm, he was invincible! Yet he won!"

Ignoring Jimo's inner turmoil, Yi continued, "What I have been looking for has never been a disciple, but... a powerful opponent who can rival me! The strong look down on the world, but who knows that the higher one's realm, the more lost one becomes? Why did the Medicine Ancestor say the two words 'Mo Wen' to me? Because those two words represent the true gap between him and me! If I could see through those two words, I might not be his match. But it's easier said than done—harder than reaching the heavens."

As he spoke, Yi's eyes shone with brilliance, and for a moment, he was filled with heroic spirit!

"Invincibility is the loneliest. I think the Medicine Ancestor feels the same way. So I need a powerful opponent! Only a powerful opponent can help me advance further. Do you understand?"

Jimo could not find words to describe his feelings. This plan was too insane!

The world envied the eleven of them, but who would have guessed that they were merely the master's abandoned pieces!

They were barely qualified to be the master's disciples.

What the master needed was an opponent!

After a long shock, Jimo finally let out a bitter smile. "Master, have you ever considered... what if you lose?"

Yi smiled, a very bright smile. "I will not lose!"

Jimo looked at Yi in astonishment, feeling that the master before him was completely different from the one he knew.

The master of the past was an existence above the clouds.

Nothing could move him.

But now, he was like a passionate young man, rejuvenated.

The master was burning!