Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2701 - 2700: Alchemy of the Detoxification Pill

Yet, even the infamous 'Shadow Photons'.

Failed utterly to pinpoint Lin Dong's location. The Dark Family's renowned tracking method proved useless as he astutely employed the Earth Dragon Treasure Technique to burrow far beneath the earth, where shadows and light form a dead zone, a tracker's worst dread.

With Lin Dong vanishing, the atmosphere grew still and icy, mere echoes bouncing around the expansive subterranean cavern.

Standing solitary at the spot was the Shadow Sovereign, pinnacle figure of the Dark Family, his stare cutting through the thick gloom to fix on the inert body of the Little Monarch Red Dragon nearby.

The Red Dragon's remains rested quietly, its features drained of vitality, eyes brimming with regret and hopelessness.

Truly, it perished harboring endless regrets!

A profound, lingering wail escaped the Shadow Sovereign, laced with fury and sorrow.

He understood clearly that this endeavor hadn't just missed seizing the Earth Dragon Treasure Technique but had also doomed the prized youth he cherished most, the vigorous Little Monarch Red Dragon, forever stranded in this realm.

Without doubt, this struck him a severe setback.

Back at the clan, he could face scrutiny from the Dark Family's true ancestor, given how the Little Monarch Red Dragon was a descendant the ancestor favored greatly.

But now, it had met its end right here!

'Lin Dong, I swear I won't spare you!'

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Having shaken off the Shadow Sovereign's chase, Lin Dong, sly as a fox, navigated through perils aplenty before arriving at a distant, serene spot free from peril.

Encircled by peaks and veiled in haze, this haven stood apart from the outer world.

Aware that purging the dark imprint from his form was vital for true security, he selected a hidden nook to harness his Pill Fire's might against this lurking danger.

As dusk descended, Lin Dong assumed a meditative pose amid the woods, old trees encircling him, pale moonlight seeping past thin limbs to cloak him in a soft lunar sheen.

Drawing in a steady breath, he shut his eyes and centered his mind, rousing the Pill Fire inside, which danced in his hand like a spirited entity, radiating intense yet refined light.

In an instant of will, the Pill Fire morphed into a slender fiery thread snaking over his flesh, and along its path, the shadowy traces from the Little Monarch Red Dragon hissed and evaporated, akin to frost scorched by fierce heat.

Clenching his jaw against the searing agony, Lin Dong pressed on, his gaze steely with resolve, knowing these traces demanded total annihilation.

Once the final trace vanished fully, Lin Dong released a lengthy sigh, a grin of long-absent ease crossing his lips.

Rising to his feet, he brushed away the grime from his clothes, savoring a fresh wave of liberation.

He realized the impending challenge loomed even larger in importance.

Namely, crafting the remedy for the Dead Soul Curse.

This Dead Soul Curse posed a grave menace to him, making the swift creation of its countermeasure an absolute priority.

Venturing further into the woodland, Lin Dong discovered a concealed grotto suited for his pill-making.

Inside, the cavern spanned widely, air circulated freely, and its natural contours mimicked a pill cauldron, ideal for brewing elixirs.

From his storage ring, he extracted the pre-gathered botanicals with care: Heart Speech Flower and Dragon Saliva Fragrant Grass.

These key ingredients wafted a subtle scent, as if easing the aches within one's spirit.

Lin Dong had acquired them through immense sacrifice.

This pursuit ranked among his chief aims for entering the Extraterrestrial Battlefield.

He began by delicately pulverizing the Heart Speech Flower, its essence translucent like dawn's droplets, brimming with vital force.

Then, he sheared the Dragon Saliva Fragrant Grass into fine strips, each infused with draconic grandeur and earthly blessings.

Following that, out came supporting ingredients such as Heart Clearing Grass, Blood Coagulation Vine, and Cold Stone Flower, each aiding in balancing essences and boosting potency.

Next, he retrieved the Colorful Furnace.

Lin Dong added the materials in precise sequence to the Colorful Furnace positioned at the cavern's heart, then sparked the ready Flame Stone, flames swiftly enshrouding the whole vessel.

Through deft finger movements, he controlled the blaze's heat and vigor, allowing every plant to yield its core at optimal warmth.

With the hours ticking by, an odd aroma rose from the furnace, the distinct blend of merged flora—crisp with a hint of tang, stirring the soul's core.

Lin Dong stayed wholly absorbed, watching the furnace's interior and tweaking the heat as needed for flawless progression.

At last, after hours of careful refinement, the contents thickened into a translucent pill, its skin aglow softly, as if holding secrets of vitality.

With utmost caution, Lin Dong withdrew this cure, his heart swelling with delight.

'Refined at last, splendid!'

The Dead Soul Curse antidote gleamed in Lin Dong's grasp like a radiant celestial body, embodying vast labors, and in that instant, irrepressible elation flooded him.

Still, Lin Dong grasped that producing the antidote marked merely the start of an extended path; mastering its use to banish the Dead Soul Curse entirely was the true aim.

For a flawless outcome, he promptly called forth three puppets from his storage ring.

These three automatons represented a major trophy from his Earth Dragon Valley expedition.

Their powers ranged from First Heaven, Second Heaven, to Third Heaven tiers.

Such puppets alone enabled him to rampage against many powers, rivaling lesser concealed clans.

Like the Hidden Qin Clan and Hidden Xiao Family he'd faced earlier, these three could wipe them out effortlessly.

Now, they stood as devoted sentinels, swiftly arraying around Lin Dong to create an unbreachable shield.

Mute though they were, the puppets instilled in Lin Dong a profound feeling of safeguard.

All preparations complete, Lin Dong inhaled deeply, his eyes alight with firm intent.

He gradually lifted the pill to his mouth and downed it resolutely.

Upon reaching his belly, the antidote unleashed a soothing, potent energy coursing through him, akin to a pure stream reviving his parched soul, or dawn's beam shattering inner shadows.

Yet, the Dead Soul Curse's retort followed swiftly, a torment drilling to the bones, like myriad talons rending his essence, nearly toppling him.

Moreover, the purging would drag on tediously, spanning days.

Thus, Lin Dong had to withstand this torment over multiple days.