Zhao Zixuan five people were well-deserving of being the disciples of ancestor-class powerhouses. The moment they made their moves, the momentum was astonishing.
Five powerful auras billowed to the sky, attracting more and more people to surround and watch, cries of exclamations lingering in the ears incessantly.
These five people were all extraordinary, but their refining methods were quite different.
What they were refining represented five extremes, just like the five vertices of a pentagon.
Unless your alchemy strength was balanced to the extreme, otherwise, wanting to win the five people at the same time was simply even harder than ascending to the heavens.
Alchemy techniques were eternally changing, but those that could attain the level of an ancestor, which one did not go through endless tempering?
Their unique techniques all had extremely unique aspects.
