If BPA saw the current scene, maybe there would be no end to how much rage they felt.

A gorgeous blue bird with a wingspan spanning almost ten kilometers lay chained to a mountain range. Its once vibrant blue flames dwindled weakly, paling to the point they almost became gray. Most ghastly of all, its chest was cut open and its ribcage split, revealing a still beating heart.

Dyon sat in the skies with a tranquil expression, Madeleine sitting silently by his side. On her lap, Little Chibi played around like a little girl. Though she didn’t have a corporeal form, she could borrow Dyon’s qi to give herself substance, allowing her to be more than just a spirit.

Of course, she could use atmospheric qi to the same effect, but she seemed to like Dyon’s own qi more. At the same time, she couldn’t help but bury her chubby cheeks into Madeleine’s ample bosom.

Concocting pills without Little Chibi’s involvement was actually more difficult. Many of the advantages of the Battle Cauldron were lost without her effort. But to the current Dyon whose alchemy foundation had reached unprecedented heights, it wasn’t too big of a deal.

A trail of ice-cold blood exited a small wound from Overlord Ascelyn’s heart. The wound was so small in comparison to the sheer size of his heart that it was almost as though there was nothing wrong at all. If it wasn’t for the long trail like a river floating through the sky that connecting his chest and Dyon’s cauldron, it would be impossible to tell.

Dyon wasn’t very worried about Ascelyn dying, though. For one, although he was using hundreds of liters of his blood, considering Ascelyn’s sheer size, this was a mere drop in the bucket. Secondly, he was an Ice Phoenix. Other than ice will, what he was most adept at was life will. Even if he was several steps closer to death, he would be fine.

Despite his state, Ascelyn’s heart was thumping wildly in shock, something that anyone could clearly observe.

He saw that his blood was being use to concoct something, but with his depth of knowledge, he could both see that Dyon wasn’t using Runic Vein Theory, and also understood that Dyon was using his soul qi. Since when could flesh and blood be used to concoct pills?!

At the same time, although Dyon’s movements were limited and his effort seemed minimal, there was a profound air about each shift of his hand seals that made the phoenix Overlord tremble.

The clouds in the sky suddenly began to rumble.

‘Pill tribulation?!’

One had to know tribulations on the Ancient Battlefield were countless times more difficult. This was one of the fundamental reasons why Ancient Battlefield practitioners were more powerful per a given realm than an equivalent expert on the mortal plane would be. If it wasn’t for Faith, the mortal plane would have never won even a single instance of this war.

Likewise, calling down a tribulation was many times more difficult as well. Just what realm of perfection could this pill have possibly reached to call down a pill tribulation even in this prison?!

Madeleine sighed, wrapping her arm around Dyon’s and leaning into his shoulder as the battle cauldron shot into the skies.

“What’s the matter?” Dyon asked, his eyes filled with affection.

“I’m jealous.” Madeleine said with a slight pouting expression.

Dyon was surprised to see this. Madeleine had never said such a thing, even as a joke. In fact, it was always Dyon projecting his guilt onto her a lot of the time. As his first wife, he really owed her too much to the point where he felt he was taking advantage of her.

However, for her to say this… Dyon had a feeling she really meant it this time.

“You only concocted one pill, but you’ve calmed far more than I ever helped you to.” She said softly.

Hearing these words, Dyon blinked in shock before realizing that Madeleine was right. He felt a lightness in his heart currently he hadn’t felt ever since before he learned the truth of their mortal plane’s collapse.

Dyon sighed, slipping his arm out from Madeleine grasp and wrapping it around her waist. He really didn’t know how to respond.

Did concocting pills mean more than to him than Madeleine? Absolutely not. If he had to choose between never practicing alchemy again and his wife, he wouldn’t even need to think about it.

But, he really didn’t have a good explanation for himself. He didn’t know what it was about alchemy that put him at so much ease.

“You don’t need to feel guilty.” Madeleine pecked the side of Dyon’s lip softly. “It’s just the way you are. You’re not overbearing or controlling as a husband, but I’ve known for a long time that the greatest pleasure you feel is in conquering. It’s the reason you love to battle and concoct pills so much.

“To battle is to impose your will on your opponent. To concoct pills is to snatch blessings from the Heavens themselves and create something where there was nothing before… In many ways, it’s an even higher form of conquering than battle can provide.

“You can never lay your heart down to properly ‘conquer’ me because you don’t have it in your heart to treat me like an object or a thing to oppress with your will… For that, I’m very grateful.”

Her sweet smile was accompanied by the roaring of thunder clouds. Nine sets of strikes with nine strikes each descended, threatening to shatter everything in its path. Yet, Dyon only had eyes for the woman in arms… His first wife… The woman who seemed to understand him better than even he understood himself.