The next morning, just as dawn broke, a blazing sun slowly rose from where sea and sky met. Warm sunlight pierced the rosy clouds, casting a shimmering glow across the sea.
Sunlight poured over Azure Lotus Island, as if draping it in a golden robe.
On a hundred-acre Bluestone Plaza, hundreds of Wang Family cultivators had gathered. They all wore red robes, with a Red Cauldron embroidered over the left side of their chests—the symbol of an Alchemist.
All several hundred cultivators were Alchemists, most of them First Grade Alchemists.
At the center of the Bluestone Plaza stood a circular platform more than thirty meters wide. A pale azure meditation mat had been placed upon it, and the cultivators all gazed at the platform while whispering among themselves.
A red light tore through the sky and swiftly descended onto the circular platform.
The escaping light vanished, revealing a Red-Robed Man with a head of white hair. It was Wang Qingqi.
His lifespan was nearly exhausted. Before he passed away, he had devoted himself to teaching the younger generation Alchemy. More than half of the hundreds of Alchemists present had been personally trained by him.
Wang Qingqi gazed at the many members of his Lineage, his face filled with gratification. He had cultivated so many Alchemists for the family; he had no regrets in this life.
"Grandchildren pay respects to the ancestor."
Hundreds of clan members rose one after another and bowed in salute, speaking in unison. Their voices echoed across the Bluestone Plaza.
Wang Qingqi sat down on the azure meditation mat and said in a deep voice, "Today, we'll continue discussing the Dao of Alchemy. Listen carefully. Today's lesson will cover the techniques and precautions involved in refining the Foundation Establishment Pill."
Ordinarily, there was no need for him