Eternal Cultivation of Alchemy

Graham fought in the sky, slamming his fist against the barrier of someone's technique, shattering it to punch the person on the other side.

The man was sent flying away, hurt but not dead.

Graham's shoes activated and he gained speed to shame a Saint. He arrived right next to the man and punched downward through his chest.

Just as he was about to do so, a sharp pain in his mind caused him to lose a bit of concentration and he missed the attack entirely.

"Step back a little. Move a little to the right. Two steps sideways down toward your left. Do not move forward…"

Graham's mind simply subconsciously sent out orders to everyone who was connected with him through the Hell Emperor's Divine Battle array.

He wasn't giving actual word-based orders but rather something that was just feeling-based, not dissimilar to how a young beast would communicate with someone with whom it had bonded.

Graham simply threw out suggestions using the Battle Array itself and anyone using the Battle Array that was not the leader would understand intuitively just what it was they had to do as long as they had the slightest bit of intelligence.

Graham frowned as the pain in his mind flared once again.

He had spread the army wide and thin for himself to come down here to fight the people who were running the teleportation formation. As such, the stress on his mind from having to handle everyone was slowly increasing.

No matter that he had practiced for this a long time when it was the real battle, he was still incapable of properly handling all 10 thousand soldiers.

Without reaching the saint realm, he just wasn't equipped to control the soldiers in a relaxed manner.

Something came for Graham from the front.

Graham's spiritual sense wasn't good enough to comprehend the thing due to its speed, but his glowing purple eyes which were capable of supreme kinetic vision allowed him to see the thing that was moving toward him in what his brain processed as something slow.

A dark brown snake with yellow spots on its body and light green wings nearly half its length in wingspan was coming at Graham with his mouth open.

Graham grabbed the snake even as it tried to bite him, stopping its fangs merely inches away from his face. Venomous purple liquid dripped down the snake's fangs as it was ready to poison him.

A sharp tail lashed onto Graham's body from the back, lacerating his robes as something rattled away.

Graham grimaced a little but he didn't let out any sound. He grabbed the snake's jaw and maw even tighter and started pulling it apart.

The snake screamed as it was torn apart with bare hands. It tried using some wind attacks to free itself.

Everything hit Graham directly and none did anything.

The half-torn body of the snake only fell for 2 seconds before Graham took its body and stuffed it into his storage bag. He knew his son needed blood and cores.

He had been doing this for a while now, with both men and beasts.

Something struck Graham's head, but not really his head. He could feel something hitting his mind, an attack so strong that his weak spiritual sense wasn't even capable of locating it.

However, despite the strong attack, his mind resisted it rather easily.

He had known for a while that due to his unique physical conditions, there were things he would never be able to do that even the worst cultivators would have no hard time doing.

The heavens had cursed him so that even after nearly 3 decades of using the best pills and best cultivation techniques, he had never been able to breakthrough the cultivation realms fast enough to reach the Saint realm just yet.

However, as a counter to that very curse, the heavens had also given him some blessings as well.

He was protected from any sort of poison or toxins. He was protected from any sort of spiritual attack or effect. And he was granted the capacity to improve his physical body at a rate that defied all logic.

There were both positives and negatives in what he had received from his body, and it was about time he stopped focusing on the negatives and used his positives to live a better life.

Graham shook his head, easily getting rid of even the most minor inconvenience that came with the spiritual attack. He looked at the man who he had missed his attack on, who had used the spiritual attack on him just now.

He dropped from the sky like a meteor, going straight for the man below him.

The man looked up in surprise, quickly forming a technique in his hands as red glowing energy filled his open palms. A flower-

shaped blast of fire was launched upward, which grew the further above it went.

The Dragonheart gauntlet activated and fake weight was added to Graham's body as he smashed through the attack, destroying it easily. Before the man could even realize what had happened, Graham slammed into his body and delivered a devastating blow to his rib cage.

The man's body broke apart into blood and bones, spilling everywhere. Graham stood up bloody, and as he did, a small blue soul floated out of the man's body, unsure of where it was.

Graham reached for it to grab it, but the soul simply passed through his hands with some difficulty and disappeared far away.

Just because he had yet to enter the Saint realm, his body's Qi was just too weak to interact with the Nascent souls in any meaningful way.

"Tsk!"

Well, just because he was going to forget about the negatives of his body, the negatives weren't going to forget about him.

Graham's eyes moved toward the building that was some distance in front of him that was still active. New soldiers were continuing to come out in groups.

Thankfully, they were not coming out in a stream. That was a good thing, but Graham definitely had to close this formation quickly. If not, they would be run down by the new soldiers.

Graham felt the pang of pain again in his mind. Outer attacks surely couldn't hurt him as much, but he had little capacity when all the pain was his doing.

Still, he was the leader of the entire army, and he had to control them.

While he was slightly distracted, many soldiers gathered close to him, but not around him. Instead, they clumped up together and soon enough Graham could see the floating image of a golden dragon around them.

An old man with gray hair stepped forward, holding a simple yet incredible staff in his right hand.

"I am Li Baiquang, leader of the 9th battalion of Talon Legion. With whom do I have the pleasure of fighting?" the man asked.

"Graham Benton, no ranks," Graham said as he stood straight, his sweat-covered muscle gleaming as if a sculptor's masterpiece. He looked at the man in front of him, slightly worried. He could tell this was going to be a difficult fight.

At that very moment, a voice drifted down from the sky into his mind.

"I will assume control of the array now, Father," Alex said. "You just let loose."