Naturally, Wei Tu was in no hurry to set out at this moment.
Several years later, once Xue Qiongyu and Ruan Shui'er had both successfully broken through and he no longer had any "worries behind him," he finally stopped meditating. He tucked away the jade slip recording the Feathered Immortal Art and set off for the Sky Fox Clan.
Like the human race and the Four-Armed Ape Clan, the Sky Fox Clan was one of the Ten Spirit Clans, ranked beneath the three great hegemonic clans.
However, unlike the human race and the Four-Armed Ape Clan, this clan had risen to prominence as a servant clan of the Ghost Phoenix Clan. Its connections among the various powerful clans were anything but ordinary.
By the time Wei Tu departed from Myriad Spirits Immortal City and arrived at the Sky Fox Clan's territory on the Windfire Continent—the Fox Mound Tomb—the waterways here were already thronged with people. Cultivators from countless clans, drawn by word of the grand spectacle of the Alchemist Grand Assembly, had come to join the excitement.
Among these cultivators, alchemists were especially numerous. Many carried the fresh fragrance of herbs upon them, with medicinal pouches proving their status as alchemists hanging from their waists, or miniature pill cauldrons that were magical artifacts.
As they moved through the hill-like Fox Mound Tomb, they brought much of the bustle of mortal life to this fox-clan holy ground, which appeared cold and desolate and was rumored to be an "immortal tomb."
"Fourteen seventh-rank alchemists have already arrived at the Fox Mound Tomb?"
As soon as his escape light halted outside an immortal inn on the outskirts of the Fox Mound Tomb, Wei Tu spotted the betting board hanging high in the inn's main hall, displaying the odds and rankings of the