Chapter 323: Mass Production

The blinding column of white-gold solar fire gradually dissolved into the upper atmosphere, leaving the colossal volcanic stone arena in a state of absolute, paralyzed silence.

The black iron testing pillar right before Tony Clark was completely fractured down the middle, its internal spirit-sensing arrays entirely melted into bubbling, liquid slag by the terrifying thermal density of the Sovereign Sun Core Flame.

The surrounding floor of the colosseum had turned into a glowing lake of lava, forcing the nearby applicants—including Lady Scarlet and Gerald Vance—to frantically retreat backward onto the higher steps in a state of sheer, biological terror.

High above the arena floor, the massive, semi-translucent array glass window of the primary VIP pavilion violently shattered into a thousand glittering shards. Lady Vivienne Vane did not waste a single microsecond sitting behind her mahogany desk. With a majestic wave of her long-red silk sleeves, she dissolved her breathtakingly beautiful physical form into a brilliant flash of crimson fire particles, descending straight from the highest tower onto the melting stone platform of Ring Number One.

The moment her leather boots touched the edge of the lava pool, the crackling heat instantly stabilized, completely suppressed by her own profound, master-grade alchemical cultivation base. Her violet eyes were bright with a sudden, intoxicating wave of fanatical excitement as she stared at Tony's unhurried, lazy figure. She ignored the thousands of wide-eyed spectators in the galleries and walked straight toward him, her long robes brushing against the stone dust.

"You have performed a miracle that completely mocks the entire medical registry of our human empire, Tony Clark," Lady Vivienne spoke, her silky voice carrying an absolute, majestic clarity that echoed smoothly across the silent stadium. She reached into her spatial ornament, pulling out a magnificent, purple-sandalwood crest box wrapped in heavy cosmic law seals—the legendary Independent Summit Recommendation Token.

She placed the box directly into Tony's open hand, her posture radiating an absolute, unyielding pride as she addressed the stunned crowd. "By my absolute authority as the High Mistress of the Abyssal Lotus Pavilion, I officially declare Tony Clark as the sole champion of our selection trials. He is now fully backed by my name, and this token will grant him direct, unconditional entry into the World Alchemy Summit without any regional restrictions!"

The entire colosseum instantly erupted into a massive wave of shocked screams, frantic commotion, and jealous murmurs from the vassal clans. Lady Scarlet's face turned an incredibly beautiful shade of pale, her body trembling violently as her proud Vermilion Beast Fire Body was completely ground into absolute dust by the reality of his victory. She had to be supported by her direct-line bodyguards just to keep from collapsing onto her knees in sheer humiliation.

Tony casually accepted the cold sandalwood box, a slow, villainous grin curling the corners of his lips as he slung his hidden dragon-bone bow more securely under his cloak. "A highly logical and magnificent presentation, Lady Vivienne," Tony said smoothly, his deep baritone voice carrying a chilling, razor-sharp edge of absolute confidence. "The chessboard is moving exactly according to my script. I will see you at the upper peaks when the grand summit begins."

However, Tony's strategic mind had already perfectly gathered through his active Truth Eye that his back-to-back perfect scores and his forbidden cosmic flame had triggered an absolute, terminal crisis for the entrenched nobility of the capital.

The four supreme powerhouses could easily calculate that the moment Tony Clark left this city with Lady Vivienne's recommendation token, his rise to absolute power would become completely unstoppable, and their historical monopolies over the alchemy and weapon sectors would be permanently crushed into sand.

Later that evening, as the thick midnight darkness enveloped the central district's bustling market plaza, a dark, sinister plot reached its absolute peak execution. Tony Clark was walking completely solo along the narrow, shadow-filled cobblestone alleys near the eastern district gates, his hands casually tucked into the deep pockets of his cloak as he headed back toward the academy passes.

Rustle. Rustle.

A sudden, sharp ripple in the spatial air currents violently cut through the freezing mountain wind. The space directly ahead of him and behind his back fractured, and a massive, illegal ambush force consisting of forty high-level, dark-armored hidden elders from both the Vance and Faith clans materialized from the shadows like striking vipers. Their hands tightly gripped heavy, lightning-infused swords and toxic daggers, their faces contorted with an intense, psychotic rage.

"Tony Clark! Your arrogant farce inside this capital city ends right here in this gutter!" the leading Faith elder shrieked in a fit of frantic, bloodthirsty malice, his voice dropping into a venomous whisper. "The patriarchs have officially declared a total, merciless blood war against your name! We do not care if you possess a Sovereign Sun Flame or the backing of Lady Vivienne! Your primitive archery skills cannot protect your flesh when forty Grand Disciple experts blanket this entire alley in an inescapable cutting matrix! Die, you low-born beast!"

With a deafening roar, the forty hidden elders violently thrust their weapons forward in perfect unison, unleashing a colossal, reality-shattering net of compressed purple lightning and toxic spatial blades that tore across the cobblestones straight toward Tony's chest, intending to chop his physical frame into absolute pieces within a single fraction of a millisecond.

Tony stood perfectly still in the absolute center of the oncoming doom, his expression remaining completely calm, lazy, and utterly unbothered. He didn't use his master's protection amulet, nor did he look back at their bloodshot eyes. A wide, ruthlessly brilliant smile spread across his face as his consciousness internally connected with the fully active interface of the Fated Villain System.

"You family of low-born clowns truly never tire of delivering your pathetic bodies straight into my meat grinder," Tony sneered coldly, his baritone voice carrying a chilling resonance that completely froze their aggressive momentum.

Before the daggers could even pierce his cloak, Tony violently unleashed the full, explosive depth of his newly reinforced 9th Class Elder Disciple foundation, executing the third form of the Phantom Arrow Technique—the Homing Abyssal Strike—directly through the printed arrays of his mass-produced Homing Shadow Talismans. He reached into his robes, tossed a heavy stack of five hundred purple cards into the air, and released a silent wave of white-gold solar energy from his bare palm.

BOOM!

An absolute, incomprehensible explosion of dark purple shadow force and solar fire violently erupted across the narrow market street as all five hundred talismans detonated at the exact same millisecond.

The massive wave of dark energy didn't scatter into a standard blast; the advanced homing laws instantly locked onto the core life forces of all forty floating assassins, turning the purple cards into thousands of invisible, ghostly shadow arrows that shot straight through the air like a swarm of locusts. The invisible tracking projectiles sliced through their lightning nets and toxic blades with zero atmospheric resistance, completely tearing their supreme family spells into harmless gray sparks.

Before the hidden elders could even register that their ultimate ambush had been completely vaporized, the thousands of tracking arrows pierced cleanly through their defensive shields with a terrifying, overlapping POP. The absolute, raw kinetic force of the plundered blood-ink arrays violently detonated inside their primary meridian junctions, completely shattering their cultivation foundations into absolute dust on the spot.

All forty elite assassins let out a single, muffled gasp of agonizing horror as their internal energy pools completely disintegrated, their bodies thrown backward across the walls like broken ragdolls before crashing heavily onto the hard cobblestones, permanently crippled and defeated in less than three seconds.

Tony casually rolled his shoulders, his signature lazy posture perfectly returning to his frame as he stepped past the mountain of his ruined, bleeding enemies, entirely unbothered by the trail of blood behind his boots. He navigated the mountain trails and smoothly slipped back into the quiet meditation chamber of his Cloud-Mist Pavilion before the sun could even rise over the horizon.

Without wasting a single microsecond on rest, Tony sat cross-legged right on his luxurious jade bed, his dark eyes flashing with an unnatural, terrifyingly sharp brilliance as he decided to test his newly acquired Primordial Alchemy Art to begin his very first mass production line of high-tier divine pills. He pulled out the massive silver containers of plundered Vance clan herbs and fire-beast essences he had hoarded, spreading them across the mahogany desk.

He manually opened his palms, and with a sudden, silent mental command, he summoned a controlled, miniature spark of his white-gold Sovereign Sun Core Flame directly into the open air above his lap. The intense, divine heat caused the room's ambient primordial aura to hum beautifully, acting like a natural, invisible cauldron that bypassed the need for any common bronze metal.

Tony used his veteran combat willpower to act like a heavy hydraulic press, expertly guiding the raw herbal juices through the complex chemical balances of the system scripture, grinding the volatile elements down into a perfectly smooth liquid state. Hour after hour, he worked tirelessly through the night, his standard absorption speed accelerated to a steady 3.5× baseline multiplier due to his dual-soul bond with the griffin.

By the exact mark of dawn, a sudden, powerful explosion of sweet fragrance violently erupted inside the chamber, and exactly fifty pristine, glittering gold-attribute Divine Solar Core Pills sat tightly arranged on the desk, their internal structures radiating a heavy law energy that would allow him to completely dominate the upcoming World Alchemy Summit with absolute, terrifying ease.