The twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month, Ganzhu Ridge.
Liu Xiaolou finished a night of cultivation, rose to his feet, and stretched lazily. Looking at the sky, he saw thick clouds pressing down overhead. It seemed it was going to snow again.
He had not seen the morning glow for two consecutive days, which also meant he had not gathered herbs for two days. The Fu Qiu Three Pill Technique was wondrously effective, but it had one flaw: it depended on the heavens for its livelihood. Once there was no morning glow during the Tiger hour, there was no way to cultivate this technique.
Just as he was about to loosen up his muscles and bones, he saw Tan—
At this moment, the Witch Clan's treasure had already been almost entirely consumed by the previous time crystals used to refine the formation flags for the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Grand Formation. They had no choice but to take out this sacred relic, which had been kept hidden at the bottom of the chest, in hopes of saving the Ancestor Witch's life.
Seeing the Shadow Flying Tiger finish swallowing the wild fruits, Li Zhiyuan promptly took another two from his storage ring and tossed them over.
When Da Yu awoke, he found that all sense of fatigue had vanished, and his illness had disappeared without a trace. His cultivation had actually broken through to the Golden Immortal realm, and a glittering golden spirit artifact was clasped in his hand.
Then he heard all manner of cries coming from every direction, rising and falling as though competing with one another. In an instant, countless birds flew in around him, each with a different appearance and dazzling colors. Many were spirit beasts that even Lu Lingtian had never seen before.
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