Peace

The air of an unrivaled Emperor swarmed around Dyon. He had yet to even begin to refine this pill of his, but Heaven's Chimes began to ring. 

The skies above opened, golden clouds radiating gentle light downward. 

Dyon suddenly seemed incomparably at peace… Nothing could shake his resolve. 

Dyon no longer hesitated. 

His palm struck outward, reverberating along the little cauldron's body and causing it to grow explosively in size. 

The black Battle Cauldron pulsed, ancient runes of dark gold glowing along its surface. 

With a thought, hundreds of spiritual herbs flew from Dyon's spatial ring. Many of them were from what remained of the Celestial Deer Sect's Legacy. Back then, Dyon had ignored them in pursuit of [One Above All], but now, these rare and even extinct herbs would lay the foundation for him to reclaim his true self! 

The glow in Dyon's eyes grew fiercer as his arms orchestrated the flow of these medicinal herbs.