New Year's Eve.
Bright moonlight spilled across the earth, lending this silent, pitch-black night a swath of radiance.
At this hour on ordinary days, people might already have been fast asleep, but today was different.
Nearly every household sat together in warm cheer, chatting idly.
The cultivators of Lingxiao were naturally no exception.
At that moment, more than a thousand large round tables stood across the spacious plaza of the Lingxiao Immortal Realm. Each was laden with eighteen dishes of spirit food prepared from spiritual ingredients, along with ample spirit wine and spirit fruit. More than eight thousand Ling Clan members who had returned for the Clan Meeting sat at those tables, eating delicacies, drinking fine wine, and chatting merrily with their kin.
Yet Ling Pengyun, Yan Siyi, and Ling Yunhong, the three Golden Core cultivators, were absent from this lively scene.
They were all standing atop Lingxiao Mountain in the depths of the immortal realm. Looking down at the bustling plaza, not a trace of a smile appeared on their faces. Instead, they wore troubled expressions.
"I wonder... when the Demon Beast Uprising comes in a dozen or so years, how many of these clansmen will survive, and how many will die upon the battlefield?"
Clan Head Ling Yunhong let out a helpless sigh.
"Children and grandchildren have their own fortunes. The family has already given them every resource it could... What comes next depends on whether these clansmen can make something of themselves."
Ling Pengyun echoed him.
"True enough!"
After sighing, Clan Head Ling Yunhong shifted his gaze toward the vast night sky scattered with stars. A peculiar glint flashed through his eyes.
Then he spoke.
"Peng Yun, Si Yi... Over the past year, I have discussed the Dao of alchemy several times with Medicine King Zhenren of