ulin's mouth and then turned his head to look at Miao Cuifang."Young man, I don't need to be treated for this illness anymore. The doctor said I have leukemia, a terminal disease."When talking about h...Ye Bufan, who was controlling the alchemy furnace, was startled. His heart trembled, almost ruining this batch of pills. After so many times refining pills, he encountered this situation for the first time.

This is not surprising, he didn't have any holy power around him when he was refining pills before.

He manipulated the pill furnace with one hand while sweeping his divine sense over it. The pills inside were beginning to take shape, and holy energy and celestial primordial qi had been completely absorbed into them, without any signs of conflict between each other.

The medicinal herbs for refining the Yuan Yang Dan are extremely precious. Since that's the case, let's give it a try and see what kind of pills will be refined.

Ye Bufan collected his mind and continued refining the elixir. After another dozen minutes, the alchemy furnace let out a soft chirp, and then 12 black pills flew out of the furnace, neatly falling into the small jade bottle in his palm.

He took out a pill and placed it in his palm. With a sweep of his divine sense, compared to a normal Yuan Yang Pill, this one contained incredibly concentrated holy power.

Ye Bufan couldn't help but frown. This was definitely a strange thing, and even the ancient medical texts didn't mention such a case.

Perhaps those ancestors, when they practiced alchemy, were only surrounded by the essence of heaven and earth, and there was no such rich holy power as in Mount Angel.

He felt the medicinal properties of the pill again carefully. They seemed unchanged, only now infused with holy energy.

Then just give it a try, after all, holy power doesn't do anything bad to people. Trying it shouldn't be a problem.

Thinking about this, he crossed his legs and sat down, taking out a pill and swallowing it.

As soon as the pill entered his mouth, it dissolved and then transformed into a warm current that flowed into his dantian. The holy power contained within the pill also followed suit, beginning to nourish every cell in his body.

Ye Bufan remained calm and collected, focusing his mind as he channeled his true essence. The medicinal power of the pill was absorbed, and at the same time, the ambient spiritual energy and sacred force around him seemed to be irresistibly drawn in, converging into his body like rivers flowing into the sea.

In general, members of the Sacred Court who use sacred power do not store it within their bodies. This applies even to the Divine Emperor and Cardinal Red Robes.

Their strength was purely external, something they could access at will, but it wasn't stored within them.

But things were different with Ye Bufan. Under the operation of chaotic true qi, his entire body seemed like an bottomless pit, constantly devouring the surrounding celestial energy and holy power.

And at this moment, he was completely absorbed in his cultivation, focusing all his energy on breaking through to the later stages of the Divine Transformation Realm.

Outside Mount Angel, the sun is setting at this moment, and night is falling.

Sir Gareth, the Golden Knight, said: "The holy power here is so potent that just breathing feels incredibly refreshing."

Gerald exclaimed, “Yeah, I feel like my strength has increased a lot. I have so much energy to spare.”

I really wish I could fight someone, but unfortunately, there are no enemies around right now. Those guys from the dark world have vanished somewhere.

Consiliarus said, “The holy power of Angel Mountain is so dense, people from the Dark World would have to be out of their minds to come here and fight us…”

He was speaking, when suddenly he frowned and turned his head towards Mount Angel.

Seeing his reaction, Guardiola asked: "Father, what's wrong"

Casillas's expression was grave: "I feel like the holy power on Angel Mountain, it feels like it's lessened, and it's still decreasing."

"This shouldn't be happening. According to the prophecy, there should be three days of bathing in holy light before a Saintess is born, and it wouldn't be possible for her to absorb holy power this early."

Guardiola looked in the same direction as the angel mountain, and he also noticed that the sacred power was much weaker than before. The once extremely rich holy light had also diminished.

Gerald said, "It's nothing to worry about. With Bishop Ferguson in charge at Angel's Mountain, nothing bad can happen."

Although Casillas felt uneasy, he reasoned that his duty was to defend against external threats and that with Ferguson and his son overseeing matters on the mountain, any unforeseen incidents were highly unlikely.

Having thought this, he no longer paid it any mind and continued to carry out his duty with the others.

At the peak of Mount Angel, ten saint candidates, including Helena and Sophie, sat cross-legged on the ground, bathed in the rich holy light, receiving the baptism of holy power.

Generally speaking, the Saintess Trials are an extremely rare opportunity for every Archbishop, and even if they ultimately fail to become a Saintess, the benefits are still substantial.

According to past customs, receiving the baptism of holy light usually takes three days.

But just as night fell, Helena slowly opened her eyes. She sensed something was amiss; the surrounding holy power was thinning, diminishing constantly.

At the same time, Sophie also noticed something was wrong. She glanced at Helena: "How do I feel that the divine power on Angel Mountain has decreased a lot, and even the holy light is dimmer"

As soon as he spoke, the eight people beside him also woke up from their immersion in the holy light, all with puzzled expressions.

"I don't know, this is our first time participating in the Saintess Trial."

"We have no experience," Helena asked. "The Archbishop always presides over the trials of the Maidens, he should know what's going on. We should just ask him."

After she finished speaking, everyone looked around together. Logically, as the host, Ferguson wouldn't leave them.s a Martial Saint-level expert, what difference would it make for them to come compared to going to their deathsThey immediately retreated back, avoiding getting too close."Grandpa, help me!"Driven to...