Thirty years passed like a fleeting moment.
Above the Cloud Sea of Pill Furnace Peak, a massive Spiritual Qi tide surged for a long time.
Within a hundred-mile radius, the Spiritual Mist converged like rivers to the ocean towards the Danxin Cave Mansion midway up the mountain, forming a visible Spiritual Energy Vortex, the center of which was so dense with Spirit Light it almost turned liquid.
Outside the cave mansion on the observation platform, several Master Fake Pills from the Qinghua Sect stood side by side.
Hua Taixuan had a five-colored canopy suspended above his head, exuding an aura of authority. Having presided over the mountain gate for many years and led the entire sect, his mind had long been honed to be as deep and still as an ancient well.
At this moment, however, his gaze was fixed firmly in the direction of the cave mansion, his eyes filled with intense anticipation.
